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saragargan · 2 years

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Eight Arms to Hold You - 13

Pairing: Doc Ock/Original Female Character, Scorpion/Original Female Character, unrequited Parksborn Rating: Explicit, NO minors!! Summary: A rescue operation has Piper, Otto and Mac facing off against Rhino, Mysterio and Vulture at the top of a skyscraper. Warning! This is the second to last chapter for this fic! Start from the beginning to avoid major spoilers!

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When they arrive, the place seems deserted. The top of the building is half built, with the scaffolding still up in some places. Construction equipment and supplies lay abandoned all over the area. At the same time her spidersense goes off, Scorpion tenses up.

“Something ain’t right.”

He’d no sooner finished the statement than the wall next to them exploded. The three of them scatter as Rhino emerges from the dust and rubble.

“Well, well. It is the little pauk and the two traitors. Come to have your skulls crushed?”

Scorpion squares up with Rhino, and Piper covers his left side, while Otto takes a place on the right.

“Where’s Sara?” Mac demands. Rhino merely laughs.

“Oh, durak, you have fallen right into trap.”

Piper’s spidersense goes berserk at the same time she’s swept off her feet from behind and rocketed into the air. The Vulture’s claws dig into her shoulders, and she can feel blood soaking her suit. She managed to shoot a web out to some scaffolding, anchoring her for a moment, but she knew Vulture would eventually pull her free. Using the distraction as Vulture begins to curse her out, Piper kicks up. Out of instinct, Vulture grabs her foot, releasing her shoulders. Exactly as planned. She uses her new position to grab a handful of important-looking hoses on his suit and pull them loose.

Vulture starts squawking as his suit malfunctions, and Piper freefalls back towards the rooftop. When she lands, she’s just in time to watch Rhino backhand Scorpion into a concrete wall, where he slumps to the ground. Electro is nowhere to be seen. Otto on the other hand is facing off against Mysterio, who was no real threat, only a mere annoyance and distraction. Piper can hear him shouting quips and dramatic lines (“Your time has come to an end Doctor Octopus! Quiver now in fear as you meet your demise!”) She decides to not worry about him, Otto can handle a dorky theater nerd. Instead she focuses her attention on Rhino, who was standing menacingly over Scorpion’s motionless form.

“Yo! Systevich!” Rhino turns just in time to eat a faceful of cinder block. Momentarily stunned, she takes the opportunity to close in and kick him in the face. Then she takes off running in the other direction, with the intention of drawing his attention away from Scorpion.

“Come and get me you big dumb animal!” She taunts.

“RAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Is the response she gets. Yep, definitely managed to get his attention. Rhino begins to charge, so Piper picks up speed. Thinking fast, she wonders if she can get his momentum going enough that he would run right over the edge of the building. Her spidersense goes off, and she dodges a chunk of concrete wall that Rhino has thrown at her. No, making him run off the building would be a bad idea. He would survive, unharmed, but on the street below? It would be like a small meteor hit. People would get hurt, and it would only piss him off. She needed an alternative. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a coil of chain hooked up to a crane. Thick, heavy duty chain you would attach to say, a wrecking ball. Piper veers off her course, bolting to the chain. It’s like picking up an extremely heavy, dead snake, but she manages to get somewhat of a grip on it.

As Rhino closes in, she throws the end of the chain and it wraps around his waist. She charges back towards him, feeling insane as she does, and hits the ground in a slide as his hands shoot out to grab her. She pops back up, scaling his massive leg, and hooks the chain around itself. He grabs her and throws her off, and she goes rolling across the rooftop, right to the edge. Rhino is so focused on her he doesn’t even notice what she did, doesn’t even hear the heavy clinking of chain dragging behind him. He runs straight at her seemingly unaware of the lack of ground behind her.

Just before he hits, Piper backflips off the edge of the building, then shoots two webs out and pulls herself back to the rooftop edge. Rhino drops like a stone, chain trailing behind him before it pulls taut with a sound like the world's deadliest bass chord. The crane above creaks in protest, but holds. There’s the sound of smashing glass below, but Piper is no longer concerned with Rhino. It would take him a while to get back to the roof. She heads back to the main fight.

When she arrives, she’s met with the sight of Vulture falling out of the sky, screeching all the way, right into Mysterio. They land in a heap on the ground, and Mysterio begins to wail dramatically, cradling his wrist to himself. Otto coils them both up in a tentacle, Vulture is practically foaming at the mouth the way he’s snarling at both Otto and Mysterio. Scorpion is still laying motionless on the ground, and a little thrill of fear goes through Piper at the thought he might not have survived a direct hit from Rhino.

She hurries over to him, rolling him onto his back, where he still gives no reaction. Piper shakes his shoulder vigorously.

“Mac? Hey, Mac? You need to wake up right now. Don’t make me give you CPR.” Finally a sign of life, Scorpion groans in disgust, batting her hands away.

“Do not even think about it, Spider.” Besides being a little breathless from a cracked rib or two, he seems to be fine overall, and Piper offers him a hand to help him to his feet. They turn to see Otto stuffing Mysterio and Vulture into the same port-a-potty. Vulture’s wings lay crumpled on the ground behind him, presumably having been ripped off by the actuators. After denting the side so the door won’t open, Otto leaves them to their muffled, cramped argument, and joins Piper and Mac.

“What a disappointing display.”

Piper’s blood runs cold. She turns to see Harry, Electro, and Sara, who has been bound in duct tape around her wrists, thighs and wrapped entirely around her head over her mouth. Sara cries out when she sees Mac, but whatever her words were they are completely drowned out by the tape across her mouth. Mac starts forward, but Piper puts out an arm to stop him.

“A fight isn’t the way to go here.” Piper tells him, using all of her strength to hold him back.

“That’s where you’re wrong Piper. A fight is exactly what’s going to go down here, just not between me and him.”

Piper meets Harry’s eyes for the first time, a sneer curling her lip.

“What are you talking about?” She demands.

“The fight will be between me and him.” He points at Otto, who gives a surprised laugh.

“Come now Osborn you can't be serious. You couldn’t hold your own in a fist fight with the average man. You couldn’t handle me.”

“Oh, but I am incredibly serious. You see, I’ve become so much more than you could ever imagine, and tonight I will prove that I am the superior man.”

Piper watches in horror as a viscous, black slime gathers around Harry, transforming him into something much bigger, much more frightening, and yet…familiar. Piper can see the way his suit, whatever it was made of, mirrors her own. Had the situation been different, she might’ve felt a little flattered that Harry was so inspired by her design, instead all she felt was revulsion.

Harry turns to Electro.

“Keep the other two out of my way, but do not harm Spider-Woman.”

Electro locks eyes with Scorpion, sparks flickering around him, and raises his hands. But he doesn’t aim in their direction, He aims at Harry.

There’s a crack like you’d hear during a thunderstorm, and a scream erupts from Harry as the electricity flows in and over him. Piper watches as Sara escapes, disappearing into the construction. Mac starts off after her, only for a thick tendril to shoot out from Harry and wrap around him entirely. They seem to explode from his body, and two more manage to snare Piper and Otto, and another goes after Electro, stopping the light show.

Harry is now nearly entirely visible, with only the smallest bit of black goo clinging to him. He pulls Electro in close, seething, until they are face to face.

“Traitor.” Harry hisses out, then using a tendril, flings Electro in the water tower, which bursts open in a shower of sparks and water, drenching him entirely and leaving him powerless.

An enraged Harry turns back to the three of them.

“Now, back to the matter at hand. I-”

CLANG.

Sara stands off to the side, now free from her bonds, holding a thick metal pipe she’d just swung at Harry’s exposed face. Harry stumbles backwards, snarling, and rips the pipe from her hands. He tosses it aside, where it bounces along the floor.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The noise seems to have some effect on Harry. His mouth opens, revealing a row of gigantic, sharp teeth and an inhuman roar emits from him. It’s shrill and somehow monstrous at the same time, making Piper’s hair stand on end. She watches as the slime that clings to him desperately throws itself in the opposite direction, trying to escape the sound. The tendrils surrounding them loosen ever so slightly, enough for Scorpion to wriggle free slightly and sink his stinger into the slime. Piper watches the bright green poison spread through the black goo.

Harry roars yet again, tendrils tightening around Scorpion, who he hurls into the scaffolding. The scaffolding caves in on itself, burying Mac under a pile of rubble.

“NO!” Shouts Sara, who then foolishly swings at Harry with her bare fists. He swats her hand aside, and then grabs her around the neck, lifting her right off the ground. Sara’s eyes get big as Harry begins to choke her.

“Let her go!” Piper demands. Harry looks at her, looks at Otto, then back to Piper and gives her a strange sort of smile. The tendril around her loosens significantly.

“As you wish.”

And then he tosses Sara off of the roof.

Piper is moving before she can even think of it, sprinting across the rooftop and following Sara off the edge of the building. She tucks in her arms and dives, and catches Sara at about halfway down. Piper anchors them to the side of the building, and readjusts Sara so she’s hanging off her back.

“Hold on very tight.” She advises Sara, whose arms tighten around her neck like a noose.

Piper shoots out two webs, stretches them as tight as possible, and slingshots the two of them up the side of the building. It’s not as effective as it would be with Piper alone, but it’s enough to get them in range where she can reach the edge of the roof with her webs.

There have been many times where her spidersense kicked in and it felt like time slowed down. As she and Sara clamber back up onto the roof, Piper gets the same sensation, only now it feels as though time has stopped entirely.

At first what she saw was confusing. Harry seemed to be embracing Otto, with one hand cupping his face, the other at his back. The two are still engulfed by the black slime. Too late, Piper realizes that Harry’s got one hand around Otto’s throat, and the other….the other hand is….

The other hand wraps around the metal connecting the actuators to Otto’s spine.

Even as she takes off at a dead sprint, she knows that she isn’t going to make it in time.

Someone is screaming.

Piper thinks it might be her.

Harry’s fingers dig into Otto’s skin, and with a horrible, wet squelch, pulls the metal away from his body. The actuators give out a metallic screech as they’re separated from their owner.

Piper tackles Harry at the same moment Otto’s body hits the floor.

She hurls him backwards, into a stack of metal pipes. The ties on them break as he slams into them, scattering all across the rooftop.

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

The creature surrounding Harry screams in that inhuman way, and begins to writhe about wildly, before finally sloughing off entirely. It squirms away like some eldritch horror, away from the sound, away from Harry, and finally out of sight off the edge of the building. Harry tries to stand, but is immediately blasted back into the pipes by a blast of electricity from Electro, who stands with one arm wrapped protectively around Sara.

Piper turns her back to the scene, not caring to see more. She rushes over to Otto, gathering him in her arms. Pulling off her mask, she cups his cheek in her hand, turning his head to face her.

“Otto?” She asks softly. “Can you hear me, my love?”

There’s no response.

Piper can hear Sara crying somewhere behind her.

“Otto? Wake up. Please baby, you have to wake up.” She shakes his shoulder, the way she had done to Scorpion earlier. If she could just get him to wake up, to answer her…

She ignores the hot blood that soaks her lap. Doesn’t care to acknowledge the large hole where Otto’s spine had been. The blood that trickled from his mouth and nose meant nothing. He would wake up, she just had to try harder.

A large hand comes down on her shoulder, but she hardly notices.

“Please, Otto. Please, please wake up.”

Something wet and clear falls onto his face, and for a moment Piper thinks it’s begun to rain. Then she realizes it's coming from her. It’s her tears. When had she started crying? Why was she crying? Everything was fine.

There’s a loud bang, and a roar that signified Rhino’s return. The hand gripping her shoulder squeezes and then Mac’s voice is at her ear.

“He’s gone Piper, we have to go.”

Piper shakes her head.

“No. No we can’t. Not until he wakes up.”

The rooftop begins to shake as Rhino arrives.

“Piper…”

“NO.”

Mac sighs, wraps one arm around her and lifts her.

“NO! Get your goddamn hands off me Gargan!” She shoves him away. “I’m not leaving him!”

Scorpion grabs ahold of her again, wrapping both arms around her and picking her up right off the ground. Piper shouts and struggles, but she doesn’t fight him nearly as hard as she was capable of. Deep down, she knew, it was pointless.

The next few minutes are a haze, and Piper spends them kicking and screaming and calling Mac Gargan every name in the book. When he finally lets her down, she has no idea where they are.

“You son of a bitch! I told you to put me down!” She charges him, fists beating his chest, and he just stands there and takes it. It doesn’t take long until Piper is overcome by sobs, and when her legs give out Mac catches her under the arms.

He sinks to the floor with her, holds her while she shakes and weeps. Somewhere in the back of her mind Piper is aware of how ridiculous they must look together, but finds she doesn’t seem to care at the moment.

After a while, once she’s cried herself sick, eyes red and puffy, Piper realizes that they’re alone.

“Sara?” She asks, with a lilt of panic to her voice. But Mac appears unconcerned, and continues stroking her hair.

“She’s with Electro. She’s safe.”

“You should be with her.”

“I’m not leaving you like this Parker, so just forget it.”

Although perplexed by the compassion and comfort that Scorpion is offering, she decides to accept it. What else was there that she could do, after all?

The weeks that follow seem to blur together. Piper rarely left the house. Mary Jane was discharged from the hospital, and checked on her often. Most days when Ben was off to work, Mary Jane spent the day with Piper.

At some point, there was a funeral. Piper went, accompanied by Uncle Ben, Mary Jane, Mac and Sara. She stood stiffly at the graveside, not seeing what was in front of her. Refusing to read what the headstone said. There was an older woman there as well whose name Piper didn’t know. She had the same deep brown eyes as Otto. Piper thought about her a lot in the days after.

Piper spent a lot of the time with headphones jammed over her ears, listening to the police scanner. Or watching the news. She obsessively checked the Superheroes and Villains Sightings blog. Watching for anything, any sign of where Harry might be.

He had disappeared after the fight on the roof. Not even his father knew where he was, which she knew because Norman had called both her and Mary Jane looking for him. He was officially considered missing in the eyes of the police, but Piper knew better.

She was going to find him, come hell or high water.

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redskull199987 · 10 months

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Homecoming

Hobie Brown x female!reader

Word count:1.7k

Warnings:slightly getting hurt, some nudity, but it's fluffy in general

Summary: atsp!spoilers, this sets place before the major events of atsp, but it still features some things from the movie, so spoiler warning to be sure.

You were the one and only Spider-Woman in your dimension for about three years, when you met him. Hobie Brown. It didn't take long for you to join the Spider Society. And it took even less time for you and Hobie to fall in love…

Masterlist

Today was probably the worst day, you had in weeks. It felt like everything that could possibly go wrong, eventually went wrong.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Go in, get the villian, get out. But obviously, it didn't work out that way.

Miguel had teamed you up with Gwen and Pav today. Not that you minded, but you usually went on missions with Hobie, so it felt unusual.

Nevertheless, everything went perfectly fine, until you were supposed to leave the universe to get the villian to the HQ.

You had no idea why and Miguel had yet to figure it out, but your watch malfunctioned and send you on a journey through several universes, you weren't supposed to visit. It took the entire day and finally after fighting off one too many villians, that weren't yours, Miguel finally got to you, stopping you from helplessly traveling around.

After you and Miguel returned to the HQ, Pav and Gwen immediately went to apologize to you, while latching onto your arm, pulling you to the infirmary. You told them over and over again, that it was not their fault, but you knew your friends. They were always worried. That's what friends are there for after all, you thought to yourself, as the nurse inspected your wounds.

Fortunately they weren't that serious. You just had a laceration on your head from a pretty nasty fight with a Doc Ock variant and some scrapes and bruises here and there from the day of running around random universes.

"We're really sorry, Y/N", Gwen mumbled and petted your shoulder, as your wound was being cleaned.

"It alright, Gwen. Don't worry, you guys", you smiled and nudged Pav slightly. The boy was sitting next to you, leaning his head against your shoulder. He was yours and Hobie's best friend here by far. Sometimes it felt like you two had adopted him.

Instead of trying to talk to him, you just ruffled his hair and smiled at him. That seemed to lift his spirits at least a little bit.

"Should we take you home?", he offered, as you were finally dismissed, a bandage adorning your head now.

"Nah, I'm staying over at Hobie's tonight, so don't worry.", you smiled, promising the two of them that you were fine.

You were about to say your goodbyes as you saw the pained look on Gwen's face. It took you a minute, but then you realized that she probably didn't have anywhere to stay for the night. She couldn't return to her universe and she didn't want to disturb you and Hobie.

"Hey Gwen", You said and as you hugged her, you pushed the keys for your apartment into her hands, "You can crash at mine today, if you want."

She smiled thankfully and hugged you once more, much tighter this time.

"Thanks", she mumbled into your shoulder.

You only petted her back:"Of course. Oh and, leftovers are in the refrigerator if you get hungry."

"I really appreciate it, Y/N", Gwen said once more before finally opening a portal to your world and stepping through it, waving one last time at you and Pav before she finally disappeared.

"And you're sure, you'll be fine?", Pav asked, as you hugged him now too.

You only chuckled:"I'm fine, don't worry."

He nodded understandingly:"Say hy to Hobie from me."

"Will do", you laughed and waved at him as he left to his world.

You Were alone now. The HQ was pretty much empty at this time of the day. The only light you could still see came from Miguel's office. He practically never left. You debated for a second, if you should go to him and thank him again, but you decided against it. Your aching muscles screaming for a bed.

Finally pulling your eyes of off Miguels office, you looked at your watch and hoped that it wouldn't malfunction again. You cautiously tapped in the code for Hobie's universe and after a few seconds, a portal opened in front of you.

"Here goes nothing", you mumbled to yourself, pulling your mask back over your head and stepping through the portal.

You didn't even realized that you had closed your eyes, until you opened them again. Much to your liking, you were greeted by the familiar city of London, adorned by various street arts, you had grown to love over the months.

You breathed in the cold night air, as you made your way through the city, swinging from building to building. You heard the sirens of the police and thought about stepping in whatever fight was going on, but for once in your life, you just wanted to get home.

After a couple of minutes of more swinging around, you finally reached Hobie's apartment. And in typical Spidey Manner, you entered through his bedroom window. His room was shrouded in darkness , but you could see light coming from the bathroom.

"Hobie!?", you called out for him, as you stumbled over to his bed, flopping down shamelessly.

"Babe?", you saw his head peeking out from the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. As soon as he saw you, he discarded it and made his way over to you.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?", he asked, seemingly worried, "Gwen told me about what happened but I couldn't come help you, I was on a mission with Peter B."

You finally sat up, pulling your mask down, but before Hobie could panic about the bandage on your forehead, you assured him, that it was fine.

"Don't worry", you mumbled, "I'm fine, just tired."

"C'mon", he smiled and nudged your shoulder, as he stood up again. You slowly followed him to the bathroom.

You squinted your eyes at the bright light, leaning your head against Hobie's shoulder.

"Pav says hy", you mumbled, as he helped you peel out of your suit.

Hobie chuckled, knowing that your friend would've found a way to greet him, even if they didn't see each other today.

"Of course, he did", Hobie grinned, as you had finally made it out of your suit.

"Wanna take a shower?", he asked.

"You joining me?", you smirked, a bit of your cheekiness returning now that you were reunited with your boyfriend.

"If you ask like that, my love", Hobie smiled, turning the shower on and discarding his t-shirt and sweats on the floor. You watched as he stopped under the steaming water, letting it run over his head with a sigh.

It didn't take you long to join him. You leaned into him, as the water ran down your body.

"Your bandage", Hobie smiled, pointing at the soaked gauze on your head.

"Can probably take it off now anyway", you muttered.

"Here, Let me-", Hobie mumbled, carefully taking it off for you and throwing it out of the shower, perfectly hitting the trash can thanks to his spider senses.

"Thanks", you mumbled, lifting your arms around his neck. You softly kissed him on the cheek, feeling Hobie's hands rise to rest on your waist.

"I missed you today", Hobie mumbled, as he rested his chin on top of your head, starting to slowly sway to a non existent tune.

"Missed you too", you agreed, burying your head even deeper in his shoulder.

You heard him chuckle at your antics and he lightly pulled back to look at you. You had barely time to say anything, as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. You sighed contently. Finally feeling his lips on yours again, made the whole day suddenly seem worth it.

Almost out of breath, you finally parted. You only looked up at Hobie and smiled. He had a dreamy expression on his face. Like he was in heaven. Something that you rarely saw.

"Let's go to sleep", you said, pecking his lips one more time, before turning the shower off and stepping out.

You almost instantly felt a shiver run down your neck at the cold air, but Hobie came to safe you, wrapping a towel around you from behind.

"Thanks", you smiled, drying yourself.

After finishing your evening routine and getting into comfortable clothes, Hobie had of course given you some of his, you finally found yourself in his bed, snuggling up to each other. Both of your suits Were discarded on the floor, Hobie's guitar was standing at the other end of the room and for once in a while, you felt like a normal human being.

"I love you", you mumbled into Hobie's chest, as he hugged you tightly.

"Love ya too, Hun", Hobie smiled and softly kissed the top of your head, "Now sleep, you deserve it."

You wanted to complain, but your tired eyes voted against it, so you only got comfortable, pulling Hobie even closer to you and it didn't take you long before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, Hobie not taking long before doing the same.

Bonus:

As you woke up, you were confused, as to why you didn't find Hobie next to you. It took you a few minutes, for your body to completely wake up, before you realized that you were laying on the floor. You sat up, looking around confused. You couldn't help but giggle, as you spotted the culprit, who had pushed you off of the bed.

You saw Hobie laying in the bed, his arms and legs spread out like he was a seastar, snoring softly. His pillow was laying next to you on the floor, the blanket barely covering him still.

With a small grunt, you pushed yourself up, but instead of going to the couch in the living room or starting to make breakfast, you simply laid down on top of Hobie. He shuffled for a second, but eventually pulled your body closer. You nuzzled your head back into his shoulder, enjoying the slow morning with your boyfriend.

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nanasdumbworld · 10 months

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Head Over Heels (pt.1)

₊°✧︡˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗ Miguel O'Hara x Spider! fem!Reader

Summary ; Miguel and (Y/N) realize that they are head over heels for each other.

Warnings ; Mention of child loss, panic attack. Hurt/Confort. Jealousy!Miguel. Non-consent kiss.

It was a Friday of paperwork. (Y/N) Drew was doing yesterday's mission report, which had not gone quite well since the anomaly, a variant of the green goblin, had been able to escape. Miguel wasn't entirely happy with the result, but let it go. (Y/N) thought he was going to scold her as usual, but that didn't happen. He simply told her that the problem was easy to fix and told to prepare herself so she could catch him on the next mission.

She and Miguel had years of friendship, along with Jess and Peter. She was one of the first recruits and she was one of the strongest. (Y/N)'s past wasn't unknown to anyone, she was from earth 1610-B. A reality where she was a female clone of Peter Parker, created by Doc Ock and the Ben Reily of that dimension.

Since he met her for the first time, Miguel knew that she was a person to trust, which is why their bond was so strong. You could say they were "best friends". Although, for (Y/N), Miguel wasn't just a simple friend, the small details and gestures of him made her fall in love with him. One of the key moments of their friendship, was that time (Y/N) found Miguel having a panic attack in his office.

On a mission, he failed to save a variant of his little daughter from the lizard's clutches. The image of his daughter's body was repeated over and over again in his head.

"I couldn't save her, I couldn't protect my baby" He yelled, throwing one of the monitors. (Y/N) cautiously approached when he calmed down and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Can I sit next to you?" She asked with a sweet tone of voice, to which he denied, shaking his head, without turning to look at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked again. Miguel didn't answer. "Do you want me to retire?" Miguel denied.

"Stay." It was the only thing he could say in a small voice.

For a long time, she was standing a few meters from him, until he let her get closer. (Y/N) knelt in front of him.

"Would you like to talk about what-" She was interrupted by a hug, which she responded by hugging him back. Miguel buried his face in her neck, letting out many more tears. Gently, she stroked his hair. (Y/N) realized that his breathing was back to normal. Miguel raised his face and looked into her eyes as she wiped away his tears. A weak 'thank you' came out of his mouth.

That had happened a few months ago. Thanks to that their friendship became even stronger, they had helped each other hundreds of times. He healed her wounds, she listened to him when he opened up about his private life. Sometimes they would go out to eat in their free time or stay up late to review the reports of the other spider people, which Miguel loved. He also comforted her when she didn't feel good about herself, since thanks to her origin, she questioned who she really was, a simple clone or "cheap copy of Spiderman" as J.J. Jameson called her. It was inevitable that she didn't fall in love with him, she knew the real Miguel. Deep inside that shell, Miguel was a huge nerd with a heart of gold who was passionate about genetics.

"(Y/N)? Are you picking up?" Miguel got her attention by snapping his fingers near her face.

"Yeah, yeah" She shook her head, clearing her mind. She turned her head to the left, looking at him. "What were you saying?"

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling. "I was saying what you can do to capture the anomaly. Take this antidote to sedate him. This will bring Norman Osborn back to himself." He handed her a small vial with a green liquid. "You have to inject it into his neck as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

Many hours later, she finished writing the report. She got up from her seat and stretched. "I'm going to sleep now, try to do it too" (Y/N) said putting her hands on her waist.

"No te prometo nada, I still have reports to review" (I can't promise you nothing) he replied without turning around. He was reading Hobie's report. "This is the most incompetent, worthless report I've ever read in my life" he passed his hand over his face as a sign of despair.

"Do you want me to help you?" (Y/N) clasped her hands behind her back and cocked her head.

"No, you go rest. You need to be fine for tomorrow's mission." she sighed. The truth was that he was sleepy, but Miguel was never going to finish reading the hundreds of reports that he still had left. "Ni lo pienses" (Don't you think about it)

"But-"

"No."

He moved closer to her and raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow you have a very important mission, you need to rest" (Y/N) got even closer. "What are you going to do to me if I don't and I stay?" They could feel each other's breaths on their faces.

Miguel looked down, remaining lost in the brunette's lips. Obviously, (Y/N) noticed and did the same. They were inches from kissing, when Lyla's voice fortunately (unfortunately) abruptly separated them.

"Am I interrupting something?" She said laughing, to which they both flatly denied.

"Claro que no. Para nada" (No, of course not) Miguel mentioned completely flushed.

"Nah" (Y/N) looked up at the ceiling, while whistling. What were they about to do? Were they going to kiss?

"Whatever you say" Lyla shrugged her shoulders in confusion. A screen appeared in front of them. In the image, they could see the green goblin in what appeared to be a gala. "Norman Osborn on earth 1610-B, he is in a charity dinner for the orphanage of the city" Lyla continued saying. "I fear that his intentions are not good, I detected that he bring three bombs with him"

(Y/N) turned to look at Miguel with a smile. "The night will be long, my dear friend"

They were already at the evening. Not being able to enter with their respective Spidey costumes, they opted to dress up. (Y/N) wore a wine-colored dress and Miguel in a suit. They both thought they looked amazing, but they weren't able to tell each other.

They were dancing to go unnoticed. At that moment, the song "Fooled Around and Fell In Love" by Elvin Bishop was playing. They danced slowly, with an awkward distance. They looked everywhere with the excuse of finding Norman, but it was also because they couldn't look at each other's faces without blushing.

Despite their best efforts, they couldn't help it. Both were lost in each other's gaze. Longing to give each other even a kiss. The uncomfortable distance was shortening, they felt their breath getting closer.

"Can I kiss you?" They said at the same time. They were about to finally give each other the much-needed kiss, but a raspy voice interrupted them, causing them to turn around. it was none other than Norman Osborn himself. "Excuse me, gentleman. Could you steal the lady for a moment? I'd like to have a dance with her. Sure, if she wants it that way."

They both looked at each other and nodded. "Sure, no problem" Miguel replied with a small smile and left, sitting at one of the tables that were nearby.

Now the song that was playing was "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Morten Harket. "What a mainstream song" Miguel thought as he watched (Y/N) dance with him. (Y/N)'s plan was to have him close enough to inject him with the serum. So they were extremely close. Which made Miguel's blood boil. How he grabbed her by the waist, how he whispered things in her ear that he didn't want to imagine. (Y/N) just smiled awkwardly, reaching for the vial that was in her pocket.

Norman thought that she wanted to kiss him, seeing that he was getting closer little by little to his face, so he didn't miss an opportunity. "How quickly you fall in love, doll" He said and without further ado he kissed her. Miguel froze. (Y/N) Seeing that Norman was distracted, he injected the serum into his neck.

A Miguel se lo estaba llevando la chingada.(Miguel was really pissed) Seeing (Y/N) kissing with that anomaly made his head ache. Since when was he this jealous? All he wanted to do was just push him away from her, but he couldn't. The serum had to take effect.

The headache grew stronger when she saw him going to the bathroom, between kisses. He followed them and entered the women's bathroom. He walked checking the cubicles, until a blow stopped him dead. He went to where the blow came from and saw that it was (Y/N) with a completely unconscious Norman. "How was the drool exchange?" he asked the brunette, earning himself an elbow in the stomach. "You would have done it, idiot."

Already in the HQ, they locked Norman in a cell.

"What a night" Miguel exclaimed, taking off his tie.

"Don't even tell me" (Y/N) grumbled as she took off her hairstyle. "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" She turned around and opened a portal to her house.

"(Y/N)" Miguel caught her attention making her turn back to him. Come on, Miguel. Tell her. Tell her you love her.

"Have a nice night." It was all he said. He felt disappointed in himself.

And she felt that way too. She didn't just want to say a simple "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" she wanted to fill him with kisses and hug him as much as she couldn't.

But neither of them had the courage to say it and do it.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman x reader #fanfiction

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insuke69 · 10 months

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hii, can you make a miguel x female spider reader where it’s like enemies to lovers, and she was like recruited, kinda like gwen (during a anomaly, by accident???) she could be v badass

Okay but deadass: I love that context sm, Idrk how to start that off so ima just- . Idk

Recruited

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(This is sm longer then I wanted it to be, I’m gonna sob, btw this don’t have any smut more like how the ‘y/n’ specifically met Miguel, I’ll do a part 2 with actual smut though)

It was a regular night in earth 652 for Spider-woman, until one day there was a loud crashing sound coming from the mall of her Manhattan

𝖳𝖧𝖶𝖠𝖯 went the web as she swung over to the mall, she half-expected her Archnemesis: Doc-oc, also known as Olivia Octavius, she continue swinging as she webs building after building until she arrives

“Doc-ock, what’s with all the ruckus?” Spider-woman announces playfully as she webs into the mall where the crash was heard from to find the food court collapsed along with the escalators around it.

Suddenly she felt a tingle on her upper neck, she jumped out of the way as a piece of rubble from the torn McDonalds counter was thrown at her, making a big crash on the wall, Spider-woman whips her head to look in the direction it was thrown from to see a familiar masked face, but on a different ..Person? Who was this man, he had the metallic tentacles, the dark green suit and goggles, but he wasn’t the familiar Woman Spider-Woman usually battled with..

Spider-Woman began webbing to him, dodging the large rubble that was being thrown at her.

“Would you mind introducing yourself? It’s be boring to fight a stranger.”

Spider-Woman says as she dodges the strange-villain’s attacks, occasionally shooting webs to catch the rubble that’s thrown at her and throwing it back with force.

“I could say the same to you, where’s Spider-Man?”

The man retorts as he keeps on with his attacks, using some tentacles to hold him up, some to throw things at Spider-Woman and some to personally attack her

‘..Spider-Man? Who’s that? There’s just me, Spider-Woman..’ Spider-Woman thinks to herself for a moment before speaking up:

“I asked you first, tentacles.”

She responds, she’s damn stubborn enough to not even introduce herself until she learns who this rando is, she shoots webs to move herself closer and starts to try and web his tentacles

“It’s Doc ock you imbecile! You guessed it at first, now where is Spider-Man?!”

He says in a harsh tone as he avoids the webs and Keeps throwing in his metallic tentacle punches, he grabs her by the ankle and slams her into a pile of ruble, making a loud crash.

“There’s no Spiderman, i don’t know who the hell that is but I’m Spider-𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻.”

She responds as she gets back up and shoots more webs at him which he avoids while walking closer on his tentacles, the sound of the heavily metallic limbs hitting the ground.

They continue to fight, Spider-Woman getting good hits and kicks in but Doc ock doing the same, after a while of this Doc ock manages to her pinned on the wall by his metallic tentacles holding her by the abdomen and her arms at her sides

“You seem to be feisty in these things, Shame that not even you can beat me.”

Doc Ock comments sarcastically as he tightens the grip his metallic False limb tights on her abdomen, causing a small grunt to escape Spider-Woman’s throat

“Can you chill with that? It’s hella uncomfortable right now.”

Spider-Woman says as she squirms to escape his metal arms but to no avail

𝗪𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗵

A weird sudden portal slits open and Doc Octs head spins quickly and stares over to where the noise came from, Spider-Woman seized the opportunity and quickly threw a kick at his face, supporting herself with her wall sticking ability, the kick throws him to the side

She webs the ground on the sides of the man and throws herself at him leg first and kicks his chest down while webbing him onto the ground and then kneels behind him looking at the portal.

A large man jumps through, he has a dark blue suit with talons and a large red and nearly glowing red spider that makes lines that go by his arms and seems to be about 6’9, he doesn’t say anything but look Spider-Woman with an obvious cold and blank expression.

“Who- wha-“

She clears her throat and points her webs at him to be cautious, not planning to actually shoot him.

“Who are you?”

She asks as she stares up at him and keeps her other web shooter pointed to Doc Ock, who is webbed to the ground by his tentacles and torso.

“That’s classified.”

The man huffs in a deep and serious voice, he glances at the web shooters and at Doc Ock.

“Excuse me but it’s kind of only fair that you introduce yourself to be polite.”

Spider-Woman says as she gets up and lowers the web shooter she had pointed at him.

“I don’t know you so why should I introduce myself first?”

The man responds with a smug tone as he goes on a gadget he has on his watch and shoots his own red laser webs at the man.

“What kind of Spider-Man are you anyways? Why do you look like that.”

Doc Ock asks in a harsh and rude tone as he struggles and trys to escape the web, Spider-Woman slightly snickers at his comment.

“You two shut up, cállate.” The Spider-Man says to both of them as he picks up Doc Ock, the ‘Cállate’ more directed to Spider-woman with a slight annoyed look under his mask.

Spider-Woman feels a tingle on her upper neck as she see’s a strange green device where Doc Ock was webbed, she realizes what it is, she expects the other ‘Spider-Man’ to have a noticeable reaction, once she realizes he doesn’t, she instinctively jumps and shoves him onto the ground and crouching beside just before that strange device blows up with a loud pop that launches debris everywhere, Spider-Woman holds onto the ground to keep her from launching as well.

She watches as the Spider-Man claws to the ground, slightly sliding on the cracked mall tiles below.

Doc Ock slides along and try’s to break free but can’t with the Laser web layer that the Spider-Man put on him.

Spider-Woman’s ears start ringing from the blast, she was right beside the thing, she shuts her eyes and cups her hands over her ears, after a few moments she glances up to find small drones that are scanning the area and Doc Ock in a holographic and orange bubble-like thing

“Mind telling me who you are 𝗡𝗼𝘄?”

She asks once the ringing fades before standing up and looking at him, his taller figure that practically towered over her.

“Miguel O’Hara, leader of an elite spider task force over the multiverse.”

“..Multiverse? So you’re a Spider-Man and I’m just ‘a’ Spider-Woman?”

Miguel nods slightly, not glancing at her, a holographic woman appears from his watch-like device

“No further anomaly’s, ..and I was checking out this gal and she could have a good thing going.”

She says to him, her holographic figure glitching a bit as she speaks.

“Huh? What do you mean ‘good thing’? And where did you get the watch goober thing?”

Spider-Woman comments, slightly reaching out to his wrist.

“Its a multi-dimensional traveling device.. a bit cooler then a watch.”

He responds slightly moving his wrist back as she reaches out for it.

“..how do I get one? It’s only fair.”

Spider-Woman says with a shrug and a playful tone

“To join the Spider-society.”

He retorts before dramatically groaning and tapping a few things on his watch, another portal opens as he says something into the watch, after a moment he tosses a watch at her.

“Hurry before I regret this.”

He says before turning and stepping into the portal, Spider-Woman following after him

She looks around her at the pristine walls and hallways of many spider-people around her.

“So, mind telling me more about you Spider-Woman?”

He asks sarcastically as the two step through the busy halls of Spider-people.

“Spiderwoman, aka y/n.”

She says as she keeps looking around, the seemingly infinite halls of Spider-Woman and Spider-Men

“So this place is pretty much a bunch of spiders”

She comments playfully as she glances up at him through her mask, he doesn’t respond other then a small nod.

They walk into his office, Spider-Woman looks around and decides to take off her mask and rubs her eyes as they step inside, Miguel glances at her, taking in her features and beauty, like she were blessed by a Greek goddess, and then removes the holographic part of his suit that is over his face.

Spider-Woman hardly stops herself from staring at his chiseled features, his jawline sharp as a tack and his defined cheekbones and brown serious eyes.

“You seem fun.”

She says sarcastically with a small chuckle.

“Sorry for not messing around when the fate of the multiverse is often at stake.”

He retorts not sounding at all amused

“Fate of the multiverse? Damn you’re definitely fun at parties I see.”

She retorts with a small eye roll as she looks around

“I’m fun when I need to be.”

He responds looking down at the Spider-Woman beside him

“And when do you need to be fun? Why don’t you prove it now Mr hot-shot?”

She jokes in a challenging tone with a playful smirk.

“Why should I? What do I even- no.”

He responds not wanting to waste his time on something petty

“You’re no fun.”

She says with an eye roll.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderman #fanfic #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #miguel ohara

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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year

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The Experiment (Doc Ock x Reader)

Summary: Otto Octavius has come up with a little experiment. Will you be able to prove the doctor's hypothesis correct?

Words: 6,241 Co-Author: simpremerat

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Sex In Lab, Multiple orgasms, spanking, sex toys, PIV, oral (female receiving)

“I expect you in my lab at 10:00pm, little sunbeam. I have so much planned for you, it would be a shame to delay because I have to punish you for being late.” The text from your boyfriend sends you into a tail-spin of questions. Was he surprising you with a night on the town? Or having dinner sent to his lab? Should you dress classy? Sexy? Would there be other people there? You read over his text.

The word ‘punish’ jumps out at you from your cell phone screen. The ominous undertone is impossible to ignore. Otto Octavius isn’t one to pussy foot around. He wouldn’t threaten a consequence if he didn’t plan on keeping true to his word.

Throughout your entire relationship he’s always been very clear and concise with his feelings, wants, and expectations. He’s an excellent communicator which was one of the many aspects that made dating him so easy.

Your heart rate picks up just enough to cause the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Whatever he had planned, it clearly wasn’t going to be your typical dinner date. With this in mind you start getting ready. If Otto had gone out of his way to plan something special for you, then you would dress the part for him. You would make it worth Daddy’s while.

Your hands run over your body as you slip on a new lingerie set. It’s sheer with swirls of lace flower patterns all done in your favorite color. It makes you feel overly feminine and beautiful. Over it you put on a simple black cocktail dress, so as not to ruin the surprise underneath. Stepping into your black heels and adding final touches to your make up, you find yourself anxiously checking the clock. While cheekily showing up a few minutes late sounds enticing, it would surely prolong the surprises of the night. With your mind made up, you lock your front door and make your way down the street in the direction of Otto’s lab.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few blocks away Otto is doing his own last minute preparations. All the while his mind spins with possibilities of what he could do with his pretty princess behind the walls of his lab. The rest of the staff had long since left for the evening, ensuring there would be no interruptions. Thrilling as it might have been to have the threat of discovery hanging over your heads, he wouldn’t share this, or you, with anyone.

He’d already changed out of his normal work attire. Instead of a lab jacket, he wore his leather duster coat. His chest is bare but he wears black pants, and heavy leather boots.

Otto waits by the table that ordinarily serves as a workstation. Well….he supposes in a way it still is. However, it no longer holds his notes and microscope because very soon his perfect girl would be on top of it. Beside it, a tray with an array of toys, all new. He couldn’t have the ‘data’ corrupted by being predictable. You’re always so…curious about his work, and so he came up with an idea for an ‘experiment’. Just. For. You. He glances down at his watch to check the time before flicking his gaze towards the glass double doors at the exact moment you walk in.

Right on time like the good girl you are.

The smile that is reserved for only you breaks over his lips, but when he pauses to take you in, his eyes darken with undisguised lust. He would have had the same reaction to you showing up in sweats, but seeing that you had gone out of your way to please him leaves him hard. “Oh sunbeam, you’re perfect.” A content hum follows his words as he closes the distance between you.

“Hi Daddy. Did I make it on time?” You ask cutely even though you were right on time.

Otto grins at your clear search for praise. He catches your chin in his palm and tilts your face to meet his gaze. His little sunbeam in the palm of his hand. “You did. Such a good girl, doing exactly as Daddy asked and coming to his lab.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip, “And looking so beautiful too. You spoil me, don’t you?” You blossom under his praise and lean into his touch. He makes you feel so good with just a few words and a light touch to your chin. “I’m glad Daddy thinks I look beautiful.” If you wanted to say more, you weren’t given the chance because he inclined his head to claim your lips. The kiss is soft and deceivingly chaste as his mind fills with the image of your makeup running down your face from yet another orgasm.

“Forgive the secrecy,” He mumbles against your lips, reluctant to break away. Still he trades the hold he has on your chin for your hand. “But I thought you might enjoy a surprise.”

Your eyes light up at the word.

Hand in hand, he guides you further into the lab towards the table you usually find him working at. His supplies are gone, and it takes you only seconds to realize he intends to replace it with you.

You aren’t given the chance to voice your realization before the touch of Otto’s lips brush against the shell of your ear so he can murmur into it.

“Daddy wants to show his curious girl his work. A little experiment. Would you like to hear about it?”

He catches a lock of your hair, and twists it around his finger before giving it a soft tug like a bell. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your ear in such a way that you find yourself clenching your thighs together. You nod your head and he continues. “I want to test a hypothesis. I think my Little Sunbeam can give me at least four orgasms tonight while her Daddy uses her like his good, eager little cum slut on his table.” Your knees nearly buckle. Wicked man. Such a wicked man with an even more wicked mind. “Do you think you can prove my hypothesis right?”

His words break you from your thoughts.

You meet his gaze. The passion in his dark eyes penetrates your soul. You lean in to press the tip of your nose to his. “What does my Doctor need me to do first?”

A grin spreads across his features. Even his metal claws click with excitement. It’s a sin of how effortlessly perfect you are. He chuckled indulgently at your quick agreement and wonders if you’ll keep it once you realize what he has in store. Not that his plans are bad, but he didn’t intend on either of you leaving this lab until you were a wet, dripping mess that was barely capable of coherency. Straightening his spine, he runs a single hand along your side. “First, I need you to hold still.” His hand continues its path, moving up to take hold of the zipper at the back of your dress. He pulls it down until the smooth black material is a dark puddle at your feet. When he catches sight of what lies underneath, his eyes widen. You look over your shoulder to see his reaction to your new lingerie set being revealed to him. You can’t help but giggle at how stunned he seems. Surprising him has always brought you great joy, this moment is no different.

“You are….exquisite, Little Sunbeam.” Otto breathes out, inclining his head to kiss your bare shoulder.

His praise has you nearly wiggle your ass back into him, feeling mischievous. A feeling that quickly fades as large hands make their way up your arms and then around to the front of your body. “Otto,” Your mouth falls open in a moan when his hands cup your breasts. He palms them while his fingers easily find your nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric of your bra. The lace is so thin that you might as well be naked. Your nipples harden from his touch. He knows your body too well, alternating between pinches and light tugging that leave you squirming in his grasp.

You can already feel Otto’s hardness pressed into your backside. It only worsens your squirming. Your hands grip at his sleeves while he paws at you.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” The smugness in his voice tells you that he already knows the answer, but still you know he’ll expect an answer. “Yes, Doctor Octavius.”

You swear he purrs at the sound of you using his formal title. “Keep holding still while Daddy helps you onto the table?” You nod and he bends, hooking an arm under your knees and keeping the other around your back so he can lift you off your feet. Even though he had warned you, you still giggle loudly when your feet leave the ground. “Daddy is so strong.” You whisper as nerves bubble in your belly. The two of you had been intimate countless times before, but tonight seems different. More….sexually charged.

You can’t deny that your cunt is already damp behind the lace of your panties. Otto gently sets you down on the table, helping you to lay back before two of his tentacles snaked around him. The cool metal claws glide down your stomach, thighs, and calves. Your body arches to meet their touch. You enjoy the feeling of them just as much as you enjoy the touch of his hands. To you, they are just extensions of the man you love, and therefore a part of him. And like a good girl, you love every part of your Daddy.

The claws lock into place around your ankles and slowly start pulling your legs further apart, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy, concealed only by a scrap of feminine fabric. Your toes curl inside of your heels, as the throb of your cunt becomes stronger. You feel like his toy. Like his personal plaything, all laid out on his lab table. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cum. “Now, Daddy has bought some new things, and he’s going to use them…but first—” He looms over you, bending down to whisper to you, his face hovering just above your own. “First, I want to see if I can make my girl gush all over my face with just my tongue. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Your cheeks flush but you nod without hesitation, and beg for the chance. “Please can I? Can I cum on your tongue?”

“Of course my good girl can.” Otto growls, lips twisting into a smirk as he moves to the end of the table. His claws drag you down towards him so you’re in the perfect position. He runs his hands up your legs, appreciating the smooth warmth of your flesh. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he traces the pretty lace pattern of your panties, “As lovely as you look in these, they’re keeping me away from what’s mine.”

The sharp sound of ripping echoes throughout the lab. He’s ripped your panties clean off your body, revealing your glistening sex to his gaze. He bends down, releasing a raspy exhale before turning his head to leave kisses on your inner thighs. You whine, bucking your hips off the table. He’s taking his sweet time but you need that skillful mouth of his on your cunt. You continue your impatient movements, struggling within the hold of his claws. But Otto is unphased. He won’t be rushed. A third tentacle moves to press into your lower abdomen. There is something so darkly appealing about the way you squirm for him. The thought that you’re so needy that you can’t stay still. He didn’t have the heart to continue being cruel, so he glides his tongue down to your slit. He groans at the taste of you. “You taste devine my sweet girl.” He explores your depths with his tongue, savoring the taste of you like you were his last meal. You’re about to plead for more, but the words die in your throat the second his mouth wraps around your clit. He sucks at that throbbing, swollen gem of yours, loving the way your thighs shake. His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you closer and holding you just where he wants you. “Mmmhh! F-Fuck, right there!” Your hands grip the sides of the table, knuckles white from how he sucks harder on your clit. You throw your head back since his claws stop you from doing much else. “Feels so good! Don’t stop. Please don’t! You’re s-so good with y-your mouth, Daddy!”

The muscles in your stomach tighten as his tongue steadily works you higher to your peak. His mouth is so warm, wet, and fucking perfect. The pleasure he gives is almost deafening. Your blood pumps through your veins so hard that you swear you can hear it.

You can remember in the beginning of your relationship when Otto was determined to learn every inch of your body. It wasn’t something most men bothered with, but not Otto Octavius . No, he had studied you so he could turn you into the mewling mess you are now.

You’re so close to cumming that you aren’t sure you’ll even get the chance to ask permission before you do, but still you try. “I’m so close to cumming. Please let me cum? Please let your experiment give you her first orgasm?” He can’t drag himself away from your soaked cunt long enough to tell you that making you cum is the whole point. So instead he nods while lapping away at your clit. His permission is a blessing. The moment he gives it you let go and cum hard, gushing all over his face. “Mmmh my good, sweet girl.” Otto moans into you, lapping up every drop his tongue can catch. It’s only when he feels your body still that he gently withdraws. The tentacles on your stomach and ankles slide away as he straightens and walks back to the head of the table. You feel dazed, your mind only having enough function to tell you to refill your lungs with air. A hand runs over your sweat-dampened hair. Your eyes flutter open to find Otto hovering over you with a proud smile adorning his lips. He stares at you as if admiring a piece of fine art. His eyes roam, taking in how incredible you look blissed out. Your face flushed, your hair tousled, your nipples peaked behind the fabric of your bra, your legs spread wide. To him you are a masterpiece.

“Daddy is so proud of you. You did so well for me. And I know you can do it again, can’t you?” You bask in his praise, not hesitating to answer, “Yes Doctor, I can cum for you again.” “Good, whenever you’re ready, turn over onto your knees with your ass up.” Wanting to give you time he walks over to the tray table and picks a single item from it. By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve already moved yourself into position. Your face and upper body lays flat on the table while your knees are propped up with your back arched, leaving your ass and cunt on full display. A tremor runs through you from being this exposed, but it also feels good to simply obey and forget about everything else. Something catches your eyes, a long black piece of silk dangling from his finger. Your brain quickly registers that it’s a blindfold. “Would you like to wear this for me?” You nod and stay still as he ties the blindfold in place. The world around you goes dark but heightens your other senses. “If you become overwhelmed or need to stop you tell me. Immediately. Is that understood?”

You’re touched that even after all this time he still takes his time to remind you of the parameters of your dynamic. “Yes Otto.” He hums, pleased by your response. Shortly after, your ears pick up on the sound of his steps walking away and then coming closer again. You can only assume it’s to gather more items. You try to listen for more clues but the only thing you hear is a small thunk of something being placed beside you on the lab table. “Are you nervous about what the Doctor is going to do with his beautiful, cock hungry experiment next?” You aren’t given the chance to answer before he starts running something along your body. It starts at the nape of your neck and travels down your spine. You automatically recognize the touch of leather. It caresses your skin as strands of it fall on either side of your body.. You shake your head and answer him. “I’m not nervous. I want it, want to feel it.” He stops at your backside, letting the handle rest just between your asscheeks. “Then tell me; what do you think this is that I’ve been running along your skin?” He’s certain you know but he wants to hear you say it. “A flogger? Made of leather.” He chuckled indulgently at your accurate guess, tapping the hand of the flogger to the base of your spine. “Clever girl. Yes, a flogger made of leather. Just for you.” You preen under his praise, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth. That is until something is pressed against your nipple. You gasp at the vibrations that instantly cause your nipple to harden. “Do you feel what else I can do to this magnificent body of yours?” You don’t know where the vibrator came from but you don’t care. “Yes Daddy. I want more. Please give me more?” “My poor, pretty little experiment. Already so desperate when the doctor just made her cum.” His tone is soft, a mix of sympathy and degradation. Caught between his desire to pleasure you and make you mad for just the thought of his touch. He moved the vibrator to your other nipple, pressing it down a little harder. Your pleas grow louder and his tentacles stir around him, reacting to his thoughts. You owed him a few more orgasms and he was planning on getting them. Lowering his hand from your nipple, he brings the vibrator down your stomach, circles your navel before bringing it to your clit. Your hips buck back just as the leather strands slap across your backside. You cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure has you gasping. You aren’t sure it can get much better but then the vibrator shifts, sliding through your slick folds and slipping inside.

However the stimulation on your clit isn’t lost, making you realize that the toy he’s using has a second attachment to stimulate your clit and g-spot simultaneously. You cry out his name but it’s cut off by the flogger being brought back down onto your ass.

His jaw clenches at the sound of it against your skin. “Your skin marks so easily.” Even if it’s faint, just those two strikes left traces of pink across your skin. Small marks of his possession that only left him hungry for more. The leather strands snap across your back. You give a high pitched yelp from the impact. “Fuck! Thank you Daddy! Mark me more Daddy? Please?” You grind back onto the toy the more he whips your ass. Your cunt is so slick that you’re starting to drip. “So fucking wet.” He breathes, “How long do you think it’ll take you this time, Little Sunbeam?” His gaze roams over every inch of you. Your submission is his favorite possession. Far more priceless than the money and power and prestige he’d once allowed to be his everything. As important as his work is to him and as much time as he devoted to it, it’s moments like these when he knew he’d gladly give it all up for you.

His perfect sunbeam.

He pumps the toy in harder, increasing the pace while the second attachment buzzes against your swollen clit. You pant and whine each time the toy hits your g-spot. It feels so good that you have difficulty holding steady. Your whole body trembles under the build of tension and pleasure. The flogger comes down again and your cunt clenches around the vibrator, hard enough that you gush. “Otto!” You cry out his name, knowing you’re close but he doesn’t stop the movement of either of his hands. Three more strikes to your ass and you’re falling apart. “That’s it, cum again for me Sunbeam.”

Your ears ring from how hard your orgasm hits. Involuntarily your thighs clamp together around the toy and his hand. Your body is as stiff as a board until the waves of your orgasm subside. Only when your muscles relax does your body unfurl and your head rests back down on the lab table. Seeing that you’re starting to lay back down does he carefully slide the toy from your depths before passing it and the flogger to one of his awaiting claws so they could return the items to the tray. He places his hand on your back and rubs soothing circles against your soft skin.

“Keep breathing, Princess. Nice and slow. Daddy’s going to take the blindfold off now.” He does just that, sliding it off slowly so you could adjust to the light. Once it’s off he tosses it aside. His actuators began moving around you and turn you on your back. Coming face to face with him and you smile, cheeks flushed from your two orgasms. “Hi Daddy.” He returns your smile. “Are you alright? Do you need a break? Water?” He questions softly while his gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your soaked cunt and the glistening pleasure on your thighs.

You reach up to cup his cheek, “I’m more than alright. I want to keep going. I still need to give Daddy two more.” “Very well, Sunbeam.” He smirks and reaches for you again, tracing his thumbs over your nipples. “Would you like to choose what you cum on next? Another toy? Or perhaps my fingers in those leather gloves you like?”

Your chest arches into his touch, eyes about to fall shut until he mentions his gloves. You perk up at that. “Gloves. Please use your leather gloves.”

He turns his face into the hand at his cheek and leaves a kiss to your palm before stepping away so he could grab his gloves. Moving back to your side, he lets you watch him slip his large hands into the cool, stiff material. He reaches out and traces his index finger along your jawline. “My Little Sunbeam…so sweet, so responsive. Will you keep being a good girl for me and get my fingers as wet as that cunt of yours?” He brings two fingers to your lips, seeking entrance. You take the thick digits into your mouth, moaning at the taste of leather that fills your senses. You start by delicately sucking, trying to retain that image of innocence to entice him further. It’s your favorite game to play. Being the innocent mouse caught in his sharp claws. You coo around his fingers and stare at him with wide eyes. He looks back at you and curses under his breath at the feeling of your mouth and that pleading look you’re giving him.

It’s all too much. With his free hand, he unzips and unbuttons his pants so his cock springs free from the fabric. It curls up towards his navel as he wraps his hand around the base. “You’ve had me hard for you all day, Little Sunbeam. I’ve been distracted with thoughts of you since this morning.” His confession has your face heating up, but it’s the breathlessness of his voice that has your eyes traveling down his body. You find him stroking his length in his gloved hand, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Your hips buck and a long muffled moan leaves you at the sight. You twitch with want, finding it difficult to stay still while watching him. And the worst part is, he knows it. “See something you like?” You nod with a whimper, hands reaching for him to grip the opening of his coat. “Does my experiment want her Doctor’s cock?” You whimper louder and try to pull him closer by his jacket, but Otto doesn’t budge. Instead he slips his now wet fingers from your mouth so he can shift his attention to your cunt. “Always such a good, good girl.” He mumbles, and places just his thumb on your clit, stroking it as soft as he would a kitten begging for attention. “And if my good girl wants my cock then she’s going to have to give me that third orgasm before I cum all over her tits. Can you do that?” “Yes, Daddy. I can do th-nghh!” Your words turn into sounds as his index and middle fingers slip inside you. He begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your depths. Your mouth falls open and your brows knit together, pleasure once again crumpling your expression. His thumb presses harder against your clit, circling it and making your entire body jolt as if being shocked with electricity. “Yes! Don’t stop! More, please more!”

Your cries has his fist moving faster up and down his length. To him, you’re nothing short of a religious experience. He can hear your wetness smash against his gloves, eliciting a deep guttural groan from his chest. “You better hurry with that orgasm or Daddy is going to end up painting your chest.” His head tilts back in pleasure as he moves his hand in tandem with quickening thrusts of his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His need builds by the moment. But then again, so is yours. Your cunt repeatedly clenches around his leather clad digits. Your body quakes and your mind feels fogged over with heat. You can’t pull your eyes from him, watching as his head tilts back. But still you manage to grind down on his fingers.

His fingers hit you deep, causing fresh juices to spill out of you and coat the palm of his glove. It's all too much, too erotic. Watching him touch himself. The feeling of leather inside and pressed to your clit. You’re starting to come apart much faster than you thought possible after already cumming twice, but your body seems determined to give Otto whatever he wants. “Daddy!” You gasp, not capable of stopping what’s coming. “So c-close! I–mmmhhh!” You can’t even finish your sentence before your hips arch off the table and your inner walls spasm. You scream out his name as you cum. It hits you hard, takes your breath away, and rocks your body off its axis. You suck in air to try and refill your lungs. It feels as if you’ve just ran a mile. You slump back and a few overstimulated tears roll down your cheeks. He withdraws his fingers from your core slowly and carefully, all the while keeping a close eye on you as you come down from your high. Ridding himself of his soiled gloves, his hands come to cup your face. His thumbs glide over your cheeks to wipe away your tears. “My perfect girl. Daddy’s here. He has you.” He lets one of his hands move to your hair, catching a lock of it and twining it around his index finger. His loving voice and soft touch cause you to stir, the corners of your mouth twitch in an attempt to smile. You’re floating on a cloud or maybe an ocean wave.

Whichever it is, you feel amazing. Tired, but weightless. The feeling of subspace keeps you warm until your eyes manage to flutter open. Your eyes meet, seeing that his face only inches from your own has you humming. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen you look so spent before, he rather enjoys it.

“I’m so proud of you, Little Sunbeam. You’ve done so well for me. Better than I could have imagined.” You swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you could speak. “I like making Daddy proud.”

With a smile Otto leaves a kiss at your hairline. “Now…I think you can prove my hypothesis correct and give me one last orgasm, but you must tell me if you need to rest. I won’t have you passing out or uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy my cock just as much as I’m going to enjoy giving it to you.”

He mentions finally giving you his cock and your arm comes to wrap around his broad shoulders. You pull him in so you could lazily kiss his mouth, forgetting all about his question. But your throat starts to feel dry again, forcing you to pull back. “I don’t want to stop. I want to finish Daddy’s experiment, but can I have some water first?” “Of course you can, my love.” He breathes, but doesn’t move away. Instead one of his metal claws slithers over to grab a bottle of water from the tray table. “Here, let Daddy help you.”

The same metal arm snakes around your shoulders and guides you upwards so you don’t choke. He unscrews the cap and brings the bottle to your lips, letting you drink your fill. As much as his cock begs for attention, nothing is worth endangering your health. “Drink as much as you need, Little Sunbeam.” You do, greedily drinking more than half of the bottle. The water feels so good sliding down your raw throat. When you’ve finished you pull back and breath contently through your mouth. Otto’s claw pulls back, letting you rest back down on the lab table and discarding the bottle. “Soooo,” You draw the word out while batting your eyes up at him. “Does this mean I can have Daddy’s cock now?”

He tosses his head back with a gruff chuckle. Leave it to you to be on the brink of exhaustion and then in the blink of an eye be ready for more at the thought of his cock. “Don’t fret, Princess. I think we’ve both waited long enough.” He straightens his spine and walks to the edge of the table. The actuators move with him, two of them trailing down your legs before clasping around your ankles to pull you forward so that your feet dangle over the edge and Otto can step between your thighs. He hadn’t bothered to tuck his cock back into his pants, allowing it to now rest against your cunt. His wraps around the base to guide it through your folds, teasing you from your slit to your clit. “I thought you said we’ve both waited long enough?” You pant and squirm.

A wicked grin spreads across his features. “Hm, I did say that, didn’t I?” Without another word he slams inside you. You gasp at every inch being pushed into you so fast.

He immediately tenses, moaning at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole. He feels your walls flutter around him, trying to accommodate his size. “My Sunbeam is always so tight.” He groans, closing his eyes and gripping your hips in his firm grasp. You moan in response and throw your arms around his neck. He starts by moving out slowly, then back in, giving you time to adjust. But Otto knew he couldn’t wait much longer, not after watching you cum three times.

Brown eyes look down and sees his cock glistening from your juices. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. He slams into you, unable to keep his pace slow, earning him a yelp from your trembling lips. “I’ve waited all night for this. To stretch you out with my cock and use you like my perfect little toy.” Your eyes are glued to one another as he talks. Both of you taking in the other’s blissful expressions. You find yourself clinging onto his shoulders, nails clawing at his flesh. You’re so turned on, so stimulated from every orgasm he’s given you.

The movement of his claws catches your eye. They seem to be opening up a bottle of lube. “Daddy? What’s that for?”

“What’s that for?” He repeated slowly, enjoying your anticipation. Your mounting need. He could almost taste that final orgasm. “This is a lube I created just for you. To make sure my Sunbeam experiences the most pleasure possible for her last orgasm.” He keeps up the momentum of his thrusts while his claw brings the bottle over you and starts to drizzle the contents onto your cunt. “Daddy made it?” You gasp when he tells you he’s created the lube for you. It makes you feel so loved that he’s taken time away from his busy seclude to create something so intimate for you. At first you feel nothing new, but the more Otto thrusts into you the harder your inner walls clench. The lube seems to be stimulating you and making your cunt feel warm. “D-Daddy! It’s making my pussy tingle.” You whine, head tilting back at the overwhelming sensation.

“That’s it, Princess. Surrender to it.” His fingers press firmer into the swell of your hips. The likelihood that you’ll have fingerprints bruised into your skin come morning grows. He thrusts in and out of your core as his claw drip more lube directly onto your clit. It’s harder for him to speak now, but he grits the words out. “Rub your clit for Daddy.” Your toes curl at his gruffer tone. You know what it means, that he’s close to cumming. Not wanting him to cum without you, you reach a trembling hand down between your legs. You stroke your clit in smooth circles while staring up into his dark eyes. “Like this Doctor?” He grunts, beads of sweat forming along his hairline. “Just like that. Doing so well for me.” You want to say more but the lube kicks in, causing your clit to throb beneath your fingertips. Your toes curl, finding it hard to keep focus. You stroke your clit faster and grind down to meet his thrusts. Your mind goes blank. The tingling of the lube and being stretched out by his cock has you shaking as a familiar tension spreads throughout your lower body. Your free hand grips the edge of the lab table while the rest of you shakes and Otto knows your peak is drawing near. “That’s it Sunbeam, prove your doctor’s hypothesis. Cum for me just one more time.”

Heat is rising in your body. Every muscle feels like a bowstring pulled taunt. “I’m gonna! I’m gonna!” You can’t even complete your sentence before your body jolts and your orgasm hits. Your vision blurs and a ringing echoes in your ears. Above you, Otto tosses his head back with a shout. Your inner walls closed in around him so tightly that it caused him to cum right along with you.

He fills you to the brim, emptying every drop inside your depths. Without warning he moves his hands to rest on either side of your head, caging you in so he can lean down and kiss you. You purr, gripping the front of his jacket to hold him in place, but you’re much too weak for that. The kiss doesn’t last long. You’re both shaking too hard. Your chests rise and fall with labored breaths. The air around you starts to settle. You both stay tangled together even after his cock softens and slips out of you. The thought of being parted is too much to bear for either of you. Otto is the first to speak while gently stroking your sweat-dampened hair back. “You truly are magnificent, Little Sunbeam. So perfect for your Daddy.” He holds you close and places kisses at your cheeks, the tip of your nose and then your forehead. You nuzzle into his kisses with a giggle and brush your lips along his before he reluctantly straightens his back. “You, my dear, are a true marvel. Giving me orgasm after orgasm. Daddy is so proud of you.” His claws have already pulled a chair beside the lab table. He pulls his pants back on before curling his arms around you to lift you into his embrace and sitting down in the chair. Feeling his body heat has you tucking yourself even closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Both of you are content to simply bask in the afterglow. His fingers play along your spine. You coo at the pleasant feeling and listen to his velvet like voice. “Daddy has you. Rest now, my love. I’m here to take care of you. I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready.” You nod and let your eyes drift close. You aren’t sure how much time passes and neither of you cares. Both of you have what you need and that’s each other. A playful grin tugs at the corners of your mouth before you open your mouth to speak. “I’m glad your experiment was successful, Doctor Octavious.”

Otto chuckles, squeezing you tightly as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“As am I, Little Sunbeam. As am I.”

#lady in writing #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #otto octavius smut #alfred molina #otto octavius fanfiction

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movieexpert1978 · 2 years

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Hi! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, could you do a doc ock x fem reader. Where it’s set in NWH and the reader is a black widow. And Otto is just absolutely astounded that someone could fight like that without any enhancements and freak accidents? I love your wrting and the way you potty’s Otto. Keep it up!

here you go!!! Sorry it took so long to get out, hope you enjoy it.

some violence, spoilers of NWH, happy ending

tag list: @illiana-mystery @randomfandomtrash28 @doctoraceus

@curbitkirby @tsukiakarinobara

He should have seen it coming sooner. It was a miracle that Peter sensed it. Norman was gone and the Goblin took over. When he had been knocked out of the building by Electro, he feared the worst. He thought his new chip was destroyed already. It was an instant relief when he felt the chip was still sturdy and intact. Now Otto wasn’t sure what to do next. He walked in allies so familiar yet so foreign to him. The Daily Bugle was going off on every screen Otto could see. Even in his own world he never liked that paper. He learned that one female was DOA. He had no doubt it was May.

“I’m sorry Peter,” Otto said quietly to himself. He did hope the kid was physically ok at least. He did his best to hide in the shadows for the moment and figure out his next move. However, he could feel someone watching him. The arms looked around quickly trying to find the stalker. He heard the shuffling off feet someone was moving. He decided to go on the attack. The arms shot out and made his opponent jump. It was a woman in all black as she used the arms for leverage to land on her feet.

“Leave me alone!” Otto shouted as the arms started moving again. She dodged and weaved just right to get closer and land a punch at his chest. He grunted and one arm grabbed her back and literally threw her away. He scaled up to get more space on the rooftops, but it seemed like the woman was just as fast almost.

“I said get away!” He snapped.

“I can’t do that.” She answered as she kept dodging the arms. She noticed a metal spike appeared out of one of them. She times it right and the spike slams into the concrete roof.

“Damn it!” Otto growls. She takes her chance and manages to get her knife up to his throat to make him freeze. “Stop! Please don’t kill me!” He pleads.

“My name is Doctor Otto Octavious. I know this is going to sound ridiculous but…I’m from another universe.” He explains. She pulls her knife away and tucks it back into her belt.

“Truce.” She states holding up her empty hands up. Otto is puzzled but doesn’t attack.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“No, I just want to talk. My name is Amber.”

“Amber…after your hair?” Otto smirks.

“I know, I get that a lot, but I was born with that name. Fall is my favorite season hence the orange hair.” She adds. “Trust me Doctor. I’ve heard a lot of weird shit especially these last few days with all these other…odd characters moving around. New York city has seen a lot of crazy shit,” she smirks.

“Fair enough…who are you exactly? Are you working with Spider-man?” Otto asks.

“No, I’m on my own. Although I used to be a Black Widow a.k.a. a master assassin,” she says casually.

“Oh…just that.” Otto shrugs. What else could he say? She lowers her hands and holds hers out to shake his. Otto carefully shakes it.

“I’m guessing you’re not with the others since you ran away from that mess in Queens.”

“Yes…I’m worse. I’m a coward,” Otto admits shamefully. “I was only worried about myself. I should have gone back to help Peter.”

“What happened?”

“Peter saved me. When these arms became fused to my body, there was a chip I had installed to protect myself from their AI it was destroyed. Peter fixed it and gave me back control. I was so worried that the chip was broken again I just ran.”

“I take it the chip is still intact?”

“Yes…I’m not exactly sure what to do now. By the way…do you have any powers?” Otto asked curiously.

“No,” she smirks. Otto blinks in surprise.

“You move fast.”

“Thank you…I always practice.” She says with a little twirl.

“I can’t believe you did that. I don’t think I hit you.”

“Oh you did, I’m just trained to react later.” She smirks. Otto nods slowly, kind of in shock at how casual she is about this. Suddenly they hear a beeping noise and Amber pulled out her phone. “Daily Bugle stuff…what are they doing now?” She grumbles “The only reason I watch this idiot is because they like to follow the odd characters like you or Spider-man.” Otto nods as she taps the screen.

“Peter!” Otto gasps. The kid was talking to Jonah with some kind of box in his hand and giving away his location at the Statue of Liberty. “I have to get there! He needs my help.”

“The kid has a plan for sure, but still I can get you there. I got a boat.” Otto looks around to get his bearings finally before he picks her up and they’re moving. She squeaks in surprise and holds onto him tightly. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that,” she yelps. They get to the pier in no time, but it looks like the fight has already started. The sky is flashing yellow and sand is blowing all over the statue. In no time they’re on their way. “So what did he mean by help you?”

“Peter wanted to cure us. He wants to give us a second chance once we go back to our worlds…although I’m not sure he’s going to help the Goblin,” Otto frowns. They were coming up behind the statue quickly.

“Well, good luck Doctor. Maybe we’ll see each other in another universe sometime.” Amber smiles.

“Thank you…good luck to you too.” Otto nods. She can’t help but give him a good luck kiss on the cheek to make him blush. Once they get close enough the arms take him the rest of the way. She manages a wave at him before she turns the boat around.

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When Otto is returned home he gets to work on taking apart the ark reactor he took from Electro. The power of the sun…in the palm of his hand now. It was going to revolutionize the world. Once things got settled down, Otto started plans on adjustments for his arms too. He needed help a few of the people that applied didn’t seem to fit right. One night he got so caught up in working he lost track of time. The arm spotted her first and nudged his shoulder.

“What!? Ohhh…hello!” Otto gasped when he saw the woman in the room.

“Hello Doctor…I’m here for the interview.” She says. Otto takes his dark googles of and his eyes go wide.

“Amber?!”

“Yes Doctor,” she says politely. Her dyed hair is wrapped up in a ponytail. Flo nudges him gently to remind him that this isn’t the Amber he met before.

“Oh…sorry…you looked like someone I met before.” He shrugs quickly. “I like your hair color. Let me guess, you like fall.”

“Yes, it’s my favorite season,” she blushes.

“Good, ok le me show you around the lab.”

This would work out just fine.

#alfred molina #doc ock #otto octavious #fanfiction #request #no way home spoilers #swearing #some violence #doc ock x oc female #fluff #happy ending

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agentem · 11 months

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On Miguel

I think Beyond the Spider-verse will have more Miguel. Oscar Issac was announced as Spider-Man 2099 he was said to be a co-lead of the film (x). But I felt this film did not feature him significantly, which makes me think a lot of his stuff was pushed back to the second movie.

Maybe we will see events from his eyes next time instead of Gwen's? (Originally the movies were to be part one and part two, but Lord and Miller said they realized it was two separate stories. So it's possible the order of things got shuffled around.) A Miguel story might also pair well with Miles in Earth-42 if we are talking about people making some hard choices, and not having it so easy.

A lot of 2099's motivation in this film, Across the Spider-verse, is a bit vague. We know there is a tragic backstory but we don't see it or feel it, which would make me more invested in him as a "lead."

I do think he's wrong about the canon events. For the film to work narratively, it makes more sense if the Spot is actually the anomaly and not Miles. He just thinks it's Miles because it's coming from his universe. And Miguel will be like "let's kill The Spot!" but Miles will talk to him and show him he's not a villain of the week and they really are nemeses. So then the Spot can stop ripping holes in the fabric of the universe and go back to stealing money from ATMs in a hilarious fashion. Everyone wins. (The vocal cue of Alfred Molina's Doc Ock paired with the Spot repeating one of his lines had made me think he will be redeemed. That was revolutionary about Spider-man 2 and subsequently No Way Home. To show a superhero who talks to and cares about the bad guy.)

The anomalies could also be tied to the wider Marvel multiverse. The MCU is dealing with Kangs, so there's that, obviously.

The Sonyverse is also introducing Madam Web into their Venom/Morbius/Whatever it is (They are going to try to get me hyped by saying it's Sony's first female-centric story but it was written by the Morbius people so I will try not to get my hopes up).

I grew up with the 90s cartoon where Madame Web (voiced by Stan Lee's then wife, Joan) was like, in charge of the multiverse. I'd love for the end of Beyond the Spider-verse would be the Joan Lee version to show up and say, "Miguel, I love you, sweetie, but you are bad at this. I am taking over. Miles, you have never done anything wrong in your life."

#spoilers #atvs spoilers #spiderverse spoilers #theories #beyond the spiderverse theories #miguel o'hara #oscar isaac #madame web #cassandra web

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saragargan · 2 years

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Eight Arms to Hold You - 12

Pairing: Doc Ock/Original Female Character, Scorpion/Original Female Character, unrequited Parksborn Rating: Explicit, NO minors!! Summary: With Mary Jane in the hospital, trouble begins brewing elsewhere in the city.

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Uncle Ben drove her to the hospital, where Harry was already waiting. Mary Jane had just come out of surgery, and was stable according to the doctor. She’d yet to wake up, and the sight of her best friend laying in a hospital bed hooked up to a bunch of machines nearly made Piper sick. Pressing a hand to her mouth to suppress a sob, she feels Harry’s arms wrap around her. He’s rigid as a board and hasn’t said a word, just stared into Mary Jane’s room with a faraway look in his eyes.

After a few minutes, Piper excuses herself. She heads outside, where Otto is waiting, having followed Ben’s car. When Otto’s arms go around her, he’s comforting, so warm and holds her so close, seeming to envelope her completely, that her resolve finally breaks and she begins to cry. A gentle hand strokes down her back, and when she’s let it out and collected herself a bit, Otto speaks up.

“How is she?”

Piper sniffles, and takes a deep breath.

“The doctors say she’s stable for now, and has a good chance of recovery. But seeing her like that…” Piper trails off, and Otto nods like he understands.

“Do they know what happened?”

“Not a clue.” Piper says. “They said she just appeared in front of the emergency room, bleeding from the back of the head. Blunt force trauma. Their working theory is that she was attacked and that whoever attacked her felt bad and brought her to the hospital.”

“Surveillance footage? Do they know who it was?” Piper shakes her head.

“No one they could make out, the person was dressed entirely in black, face wasn’t visible.” She hesitates. “Actually if I’m honest…it sort of looked like someone dressed in my spider costume. If it were black.”

“That’s concerning.”

“Very.” Piper agrees.

Piper spends the next week in and out of the hospital, passed out in a very uncomfortable hospital chair when she isn’t out around the city fighting crime. Mr. Jameson had shown a surprising amount of compassion letting her take time off when she explained what had happened, so she didn’t have to worry about her obligations to the Bugle. Although she wasn’t all too thrilled when he told her that Eddie Brock would be covering for her.

Finally, one chilly afternoon, Mary Jane woke up. Piper was shooed out of the room as a team of doctors crowded inside to evaluate her, but eventually was allowed in. She rushes in to - carefully - pull her friend in for a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re finally awake! How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy, and I have a headache.” Mary Jane says.

“Yeah that’s a given. I heard the doctor say they were going to call your parents and let them know you’re awake, they should be here soon.” MJ grimaces, not having the best relationship with her parents. “Do you remember what happened?”

Mary Jane hesitates, struggling to remember. She shakes her head. Piper sighs.

“We’re gonna find this guy, I promise.”

“Gonna give him the ol’ Spider-Woman one-two?” MJ smirks at her.

“You know it.” Piper chuckles, then stands and pulls out her phone. “I’ll give Harry a call and let him know you're awake.” “NO!” Mary Jane’s hand reaches out to grab her wrist. Her eyes have gone wide with fear, her expression one of utter terror.

“I think…the person who attacked me…” She swallows thickly. “I think it was Harry.”

Piper feels her body go cold. Harry had been the first person at the hospital that night, and acted strange the whole time. He also hadn’t been back since, nor had he asked for any updates. She’d been so preoccupied she hadn’t even noticed.

Before she can respond, screaming erupts from down the hall.

“What the hell?!” She says, getting up to investigate.

‘You can’t come in here, sir, you CAN’T COME IN HERE!”

Piper watches as the doctor is swept aside by a large metal actuator. Otto comes into view, followed closely by Scorpion. Hospital staff start to flee behind them, except for one nurse who is attempting to call the police, which is swiftly put to an end by one of the actuators crushing the phone.

“Are you two insane?!” Piper hisses. “What are you doing?!”

Otto opens his mouth to explain, but Mac pushes past him.

“Sara was kidnapped by some slimy freak in a spider costume.” If Piper isn’t mistaken, his voice is a bit accusatory. “And you are going to help me get her back.”

He pokes a thick finger into her sternum, and Piper tries to resist the urge to break his wrist. It would be extraordinarily easy for her, but given the circumstances she supposed she understood his rage.

“Was it black?” MJ’s voice comes from behind her, and Piper turns back to the bed, where Mary Jane is addressing Scorpion directly. “The suit the kidnapper wore, I mean.”

“Yeah.” Mac considers her curiously. “How’d you know that?”

Realization dawns on Piper, and she answers before MJ can.

“Of course, the person who left you at the emergency room. I thought it looked like my suit. You think it’s the same person?” She asks.

“I think it’s Harry.” Mary Jane says quietly.

“Harry Osborn?” Mac asks, and Piper and MJ nod. “Sara says he always gives her a hard time at the coffee shop, what would he want with-”

He’s cut off by the pounding of helicopter blades just outside the window. Through the glass Piper can see a cop with his gun pointed in their direction. The pilot gets on the intercom system.

“This is the NYPD. Surrender immediately or we will open fire.”

“Time to go.” Otto says, reaching around Scorpion to grab her shoulder. Piper shoots MJ a concerned look, but Mary Jane urges her on, giving her a weak smile.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Piper barely has time to roll her eyes before she's being dragged away by Otto.

When they’d finally evaded the cops, they took a moment to stop and discuss their situation.

“So what’s the plan here?” Piper asks.

“To rescue Sara.” Mac replies.

“No shit. I mean do you know where he took her?”

“We’re supposed to go to the top of that new construction site Fisk started a few weeks ago.” Mac says. “The guy asked for you two specifically, and I don’t mean he asked for Spider-Woman and Doc Ock, he asked for you by name.”

This worries Piper, as it further cements Mary Jane’s theory that Harry was the man in the black suit.

“Why didn’t you do anything to stop him from taking Sara?”

Mac scoffs at her.

“Kind of hard to do when you’re covered in some gross, sentient slime.”

“We’re wasting time.” Otto interrupts. “We know where we’re supposed to go so let’s be on our way.”

Scorpion nods in agreement and begins to scale the building next to them. Piper pulls Otto aside before he can follow.

“You don’t have to come along, you know. You have no connection to Sara, I don’t think Mac would be offended if you sat this one out.”

Otto smirks at her.

“Trying to get rid of me?” He teases. Piper worries her bottom lip.

“I just have a bad feeling. I don’t want you anywhere near this.”

“The kidnapper asked for both of us, we shouldn’t do anything to put Sara’s life further in danger.” Otto takes her face between his hands. “Nothing is going to happen to me, my love, I promise. After all, I can hold my own in a fight with you.”

He kisses her then, but it does nothing to ease the dread building in her gut. Above them, Scorpion shouts for them to hurry up, and they start their trek to the meeting place.

#doc ock x oc #doc ock x original character #doc ock x original female character #eight arms to hold you #oc fic

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Silk & Cologne

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)

Chapter 1: Origins

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 1.7K+ words

Rating: PG - for some violence, nothing major here!

Summary: Lisa Kendrick is just an average 28 year old from Earth-1218. Where superheroes, much less Spider-Heroes aren’t suppose to exist, and even if they do, they’re all comic book characters. The laws of nature and physics here don’t allow superhumans to exist. So what happens when Miguel is hunting a runaway anomaly Spider from another dimension that gets sent to our world and takes a bite out of Lisa? Will Miguel treat her as a fellow anomaly? Or Something else?

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“There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be!” - Miguel O’Hara in the not so distant future

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“Oh no, oh no, no, no!”

Margo Kess, codename “Spider-Byte”, was scrambling around the room, interacting with various consoles as she monitored the latest mission of the Spider-Society. A villain anomaly was detected in another universe, a gateway opening up as a Doc Ock found himself in a dimension where he shouldn’t be and was currently laying waste to Oscorp. It seemed like Alchemax wasn’t the only ones studying inter-dimensional travel.

That universe’s Peter Parker had arrived at the scene expecting to see his Doc Ock, but was surprisingly mistaken when he saw that his Doc Ock had actual Octopus tentacles and was part sea creature. He was almost outmatched when Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man 2099, and Peter B. Parker “Spider-Man”, arrived just in the nick of time through one of their portals, courtesy of their watches.

That was not the reason why Spider-Byte was freaking out. As she was monitoring the fight, she knew that the team could handle themselves, especially Miguel. He was in his element here. His predatory like senses kicking into overdrive as he fought Doc Ock head on, while Peter B. escorted that universe’s Spider-Man and other innocent civilians to safety.

“Lyla! Please tell me a part of you is still here!” Margo’s voice strained as she whined, her finger types scrambling on the keyboard.

“You called, Byte?” The holographic AI appeared on her shoulder as she fluffed out her jacket and adjusted her heart shaped glasses. “Wow, you seemed stressed,”

“I am stressed, Miguel and Peter are in a lot of trouble!” She stated.

“Why, what’s wrong?” Lyla asked, sounding very concerned.

Byte summoned a digital duplicate of herself as she ran over and grabbed a monitor, bringing it over to Lyla. “Look!”

Margo played the moment back frame by frame so Lyla could analyze it clearly. The monitor showed one of the radioactive spider’s from Oscorp falling through one of the wayward portal’s of the Oscorp Collider during the fight. It had happened when Doc Ock tried to tackle Miguel from behind, but Spider-Man 2099 threw him over his shoulder, his back and arm muscles pulsing as he roared, tossing him towards the spider-containment.

It appeared Miguel was so focused on the fight, he didn’t notice one little spider escape. Or the handful of armed guards that jumped in after it.

“Oh, this is bad,” Lyla hissed uncomfortably after watching the footage.

“You have to tell him! I can’t tell him, he’ll freak out,” Spider-Byte panicked as she focused in on the portal.

“Don’t worry sweetcakes. Just focus on figuring out what dimension that portal was locked on to,” Lyla reassured Margo with a motherly smile. “I’ll handle the big guy,”

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Once all the civilians were evacuated, the three Spider-Man worked together to web-shot Doc’s arms and tentacles together, webbing them like he was cattle on a stick before slamming him to the floor. When he was down, Miguel tossed a device at his feet, a red energy shield-like cage activating as it crowded around him. He yelled, banging his fists and tied tentacles against the cage, but it didn’t falter.

“Yeah, we got’em!” Peter B. cheered, raising a hand towards Miguel. “Give me five!”

Miguel shot Peter B a glance through his mask, just staring at him. “Really?”

“Alright, no high five for you,” Peter B pouted as he turned around and gave the high five to the other Peter. “You were awesome back there!”

“I was just following you guys. I had no idea there were more people like me,” He laughed. “Any chance this could be a regular thing,”

“We’re not currently accepting new recruits at this time,” Miguel responded as he grabbed the cage and with a heavy heave, he lifted the cage up and carried it over his shoulder like a giant barrel. “But, if something like this happens again, give us a call,”

Peter B. handed Spider-Man a small device that oddly looked like a keychain. “Just hit that button if you see something or someone that doesn’t look like they’re from your universe. We’ll come swinging,”

“Thank you both,” He nodded graciously as he looked back out towards the smashed window, hearing police sirens. “I’ll keep them distracted long enough for you guys to do. . . whatever it is you need to do,”

Miguel nodded towards him, a silent appreciation. Spider-Man activated his web shooter and flung himself through the window, disappearing.

“Whew, that was a rush! I’m kind of glad I decided not to bring MayDay with me today,” Peter B sighed as he stretched his arms.

“You technically shouldn’t be bringing her at all,” Miguel lectured, rolling his eyes under the mask. “What kind of parents bring their baby to a mission?”

“It was one time!” Peter B. gawked.

“Lyla,” Miguel called out, clearly over this topic. “Open the portal back to HQ,”

The portal opened before them shortly after as Lyla’s form projected near Miguel’s head. “Alright, toss him through and then jump through that other portal over there!”

“What?” Miguel raised a brow at Lyla as his mask dematerialized to look at her. “¿Qué quieres decir?” - What do you mean?

“The mission isn’t over yet. There’s another anomaly that’s about to take shape,” Lyla explained as she blipped and rematerialized next to the broken spider containment, pointing at it.

Miguel and Peter B. starred in it. All the spiders but one were missing. Miguel’s talons sparked at his fingertips as the frustration of his carelessness slowly boiled inside of him. Peter B. however was more vocal about it.

He whistles at the sight. “Oh, boy, okay, Miguel, just breath, we still have time to find it and bring it back here safely,”

Miguel took a deep breath, eyes closed. As he breathed out through his nose, the brown iris of his eyes turned red as he tossed the Doc Ock variant through the portal. “Lyla, how long has the Spider been loose?”

“According to Byte, at least 2 minutes and counting,” Lyla nodded as she led them towards the other portal. “She also narrowed down which dimension it went to. Earth-1218.”

“1218? Isn’t that–?” Peter B.’s eyes widened as he looked over towards Miguel.

“The dimension where the laws of nature and physics are so pure to the point where superpowered humans aren’t supposed to exist?” Miguel chimed in, glaring seriously at the man as his mind raced with any possible scenarios that could happen.

“I was gonna say the dimension where we’re all comic book and movie characters, but that part seems more important,” Peter B nodded as he looked back towards the portal, “I’ll be quiet now,”

“Lyla, tell Jess she’s in charge until we get back,” Miguel explained as his mask materialized back on his face. “Either with the Spider, or it’s chosen target,”

“What’s the magic word?” Lyla teased Miguel and Peter B. as they jumped through the portal.

“Ugh, please, Lyla?” Miguel groaned.

“Already texted her,” She winked, “But thank you for remembering your manners,”

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“Great orientation everyone! We’ll see you all at the same time next week,” The dancing coach saw each of us as each of the dancers left the studio.

I breathed heavily, catching my breath as I wiped some sweat off my forehead. I grabbed a towel, using it to clean myself off as I looked into a giant mirror, pulling back the hair tie around my brown hair, allowing the strands to fall past my shoulders.

“You killed it!” I whispered to myself.

Despite the early wake up to get on a flight to New York City and dance in the matter of mere hours was a rollercoaster. I thought I would collapse if it wasn’t for the fact that I had been training for this moment for months.

“Ms. Kendrick?” I turned to see the dance coach walking towards me. “I was fairly impressed by your performance today. I’m expecting great things from you,”

“Thanks coach, I’ll try not to let you and the team down,” I grinned.

“I like your commitment, kid. Not everyday do I have someone catch a last minute flight from another country just to be here on such short notice,” She smiled, arms crossed over her chest. “Toronto, right? Canada?”

“It was only a 2 hour flight, I’ll survive,” I chuckled.

You were on the waiting list for a condo near the studio, not expecting to be here for at least another month or so, but a last minute audition came through and next thing I knew, I was on a flight to New York earlier than planned. I was hiding out at a hotel until it was ready before I could call ahead for my things to come in. The company owned by the studio was kind enough to accommodate my first two weeks of the hotel stay.

“Well then, get some rest, Lisa,” She smiled, “I have to get ready for another class, so I’m politely kicking you out now,”

“Oh! No worries, I’ll grab my stuff and get out of your hair,”

I gathered my belongings in my duffel bag and made my way outside. I could tell by the sweat alone I desperately needed a shower. Not wanting to overstay my welcome any more than the coach wanted me to, I opted to head back to the hotel instead of going to the locker room showers.

It was pouring rain when I stepped outside. I muttered a curse under my breath, knowing that I’d get soaked easily. There wasn’t much cover I could use if I tried to run for it, and the hotel was a good few blocks away. Not to mention my leg muscles were begging me for a break.

I brought out my phone, unlocking it to a Spider-Man themed widget screen as I pulled up the Uber app and called for a car. As I waited, I took cover under an overhead sign, plugging in my headphones as I listened to some music, softly muttering along to the lyrics.

I never noticed something grace down from above my shoulder, gently pricking the fabric of my hoodie as it crawled down my arm. Only when I noticed something touch my skin, I looked down and before I could even scream, a large spider took a bite of me and it was if I felt my whole world destabilize as I screamed.

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