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inkonapage · 1 year

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All Wrapped Up (Doctor Octopus/AFAB!Reader) Ch.1

Something's on Docs mind and his AI indends to correct a user error.

~AFAB!Reader, gender neutral pronouns with female genitalia terms~

Ayo, babies first Doc Ock fanfic but boy do we love that DILF.

I'll be usin' my own headcanons for the AI, please don't come for me. I made them WAY before I knew Alfred names the actuators because a me and a friend needed somethin' to call them for an RP, and it stuck.

Next chapter will contain NSFW content.

Bestie Tag: @kryptidkhan

Somewhere along the way you found yourself being roped into a particular Doctors schemes, life was funny like that. One moment you're minding your own business, the next you're helping a super villain find -and steal- materials from your job for an upgrade needed to the actuators. Somehow now a days, the norm for you would be a metal limb snatching you up out of the blue; be it as a hostage or to help him aquire more parts. Most likely both. He never did just ask, Otto had to be a little drama queen about it and force his hand on the matter or kidnap you entirely! It was startling how use to the man you were becoming, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even a little. Yet, you were finding it harder and harder to complain about the encounters you both shared. Every time you heard the tale tell sounds of a certain someone stalking your way, your heart kicked it into high gear in a different way than it once had.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your eyes snapped to the middle space on the far off wall as your ears picked up the sound of those heavy claws making their way along the building. All to suddenly an eery silence filled the void around you before it was replaced by the sound of glass shattering, prying a startled scream passed your lips. Spinning towards the sound of the break in, you were now face to face with the man -and machine- that had just busted into the office. Scrambling away, the back of your thighs bumped into the edge of your bosses desk as the criminal was lowered onto his own two feet and took a few steps forwards. "My, my, aren't we working a little late? Surely you have something better to be doing than loitering around your bosses office after hours~." He was mocking you. Otto stood there mocking you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry. Not when his voice sounded like that. A low rumbling hum that vibrated through your chest and sank straight down to the pit of your stomach.

Focus! Now wasn't the time for one of those insane day dreams, this was real life! Real dangerous life that could more than easily rip you apart should it feel like it... "I was just leaving." You manage to state, taking a step to the side as if to prove your words true but didn't get very far. Jolting back as a claw slammed into the ground next to you, the thick metal actuator it was attatched to now blocking your escape route, the damn thing chittered as if it found you amusing. Shit. Well, so much for that plan.

"Oh, I'm sure you were. However, we need you for our own little 'overtime' of our own before you vanish off into the night." The large man hummed, "You're going to get us into that lab, there's a few schematics I need to look at. I'm sure you already know which, you've got a good head on your shoulders." It was an odd sort of compliment coming from a man like Doctor Octopus, but it wasn't one you were about to question. The clinking and shifting of metal pulled your attention back to the actuator as it pulled itself back up and towards its creator, the claw open wide and swiveling from time to time as it watched you.

Right. Best not make them wait...

Taking the hint to start moving, you turned and began to lead him from your bosses office. Why the criminal hadn't just broken in and snatched them himself, you weren't sure. Doc Ock was more than capable of doing this himself, you knew that much for a fact! All of the stories and videos of the man ripping cars apart as if they were nothing more than Legos, told you he would have no issue at all getting passed the security with brute force alone. If he didn't wish to do so, that AI of his could easily hack its way into the security and have everything open and ready for the taking in no time, so why? Why did he continuously seek you out and force you to aid him? Was it for some sort of sick amusement? Was he bored? Maybe the man just liked stoking his own ego, some sort of weird control thing?

That AI seemed to be getting a kick out of it at the very least, that was for sure. After the third encounter with the mad scientist, you found yourself being hauled back to his hideout as 'insurance'. The question just slipped out without you meaning it too after the second hour of silence aside from his quiet muttering, the question of if that thing had a name. It was sentient, you and the rest of the world knew that much, so Otto had to call it something didn't he? Apparently, it named itself. Or rather, she named herself. Sentient Attack Mechanism, or S.A.M. for short. You were almost impressed, and might've been if it hadn't been for the fact that S.A.M. had been coiled around you in a death grip that left bruises along your body for a month.

Being pulled from your thoughts as a claw was placed on your far shoulder, almost like a hand that lead you down the winding hallways towards the correct door, you were once again reminded just how much smaller you were. It was also probably done to insure you didn't try running again, you had found out the hard way that wouldn't work. Your jaw still ached at the memory of your legs being swept out from under you as a claw grabbed onto your ankle, dragging you back towards the looming figure it was attached too. Using your keycard, the large sliding door opened in an enviting manner before you were shoved inside. Managing to catch yourself with only a minor stumble, you shot the claw a look before closing the distance between you and the main computer in that particular lab. "Seems someone's in a mood today, isn't she?"

"This was entirely her idea, S.A.M. insisted on doing it tonight." Why, the doctor wasn't sure but he chose not to question her. The sooner they got things done, the better.

Because this is the easiest path to our goal. Besides, don't act as if you aren't excited to see our little pet. I know you better than that, Octavios~.

"Of course it was." You muttered with a slight shake of your head, already booting up the server and logging on. This would all be over soon, you just needed to keep telling yourself that. Just get him what the man wanted, and you'd be free to go home. Hopefully... Ignoring the heated feeling of his eyes as Otto towered behind you, your fingers floated along the keys as you tried to ignore the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Had it always been so hot in that lab? The A.C. worked just fine, in fact the room was rather chilly at the current moment, yet you felt as if the heat had been turned up drastically.

"Stop." The word was said suddenly, causing you to freeze in your place as your eyes widened a bit. Looking at the screen, it seemed to be some sort of blueprints for add ons. Otto probably wanted them as a base for whatever he was trying to add to S.A.M. but you weren't about to start asking questions.

Such an obedient little thing, aren't they? So good at taking orders.

That got a pause from the man. Dark eyes turning from the glowing screen down to you, slowly traveling along your body from under his sunglasses. He would be lying if the man said it didn't do something to him whenever you complied, but Otto wasn't foolish enough to believe that you were doing it because you wanted too. Because you felt like it. No, you were only doing as you were told so you'd survive. His mind began to wander with a little prodding from his AI, drifting onto the order topics you would be good at taking orders in. How easily would you listen to him if your life weren't on the line? Would you still be quick to please, or would you grow stubborn? Oh, Otto had no qualms handling brats-

Growling a bit, the rumbling sound coming from deep within his chest, the man gave you a little shove and soon stood where you once had been. Moving over the keys with purpose, a few claws turned to face you. Clicking emitted from the actuators as they slowly hovered towards you, pausing just a foot away from your face once you were stuck between them and the lab table. Claws rotating as glowing red lights took in your on edge expression, the camera feed was directed into the Doctors minds eye causing him to pause.

Head tilting as the man saw through his creation, the man took in your fearful expression. Why did he like it? Seeing you so weak against him? Watching you cower before him as if he were an angry God. Oh, he liked that. Being treated the way he deserved. Being feared and respected. Otto would love nothing more than to see you down on your knees at his feet-

"Just what do you think you're doing, S.A.M.?" The man hissed through his teeth, the remaining two claws coming to hover near either side of his head. Tilting his head a this way and that, the man listened to his machine speak to him from the back of his mind.

Oh, come now, we both know you've been thinking of them. It's becoming a problem, Otto. You've been dreaming of having them all to yourself, of keeping them.

"I have not!" He snapped, "You're talking nonsense, S.A.M., that isn't-"

Oh, no? So you haven't lost sleep over them? You haven't dreamed of them? You haven't touched yourself to the thought of them? How many times have you made yourself cum thinking about what it would feel like to fill them, Octavius?

The Doctor choked a bit, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the memories of his actions. "Just what are you getting at? Out with it!" He snapped, turning to glare daggers at a claw with his teeth bared in a snarl.

Make them yours, Otto. They want you too, can't you see it? Haven't you noticed? Come now, think about it~.

Well, if he really did think back on it there were signs... The way your cheeks would always turn a lovely shade of red if he got to close or touched your face. The way you seemed to grow weak in the knees if he crowded into your space. How many times had Otto felt your racing pulse under his fingers? How often had the man watched you gaze at him, completely unaware that Otto had caught you red handed?

Giving a nod to himself, the man pushed back from the computer and was suddenly before you. Your gazes locked as you leaned back a bit more, the heat radiating off of the man making you uncomfortable in your own clothing. "Wa-Was that not what you needed?" Your voice was soft, a bit of a waver to it as you began to fear he was upset.

The man didn't speak as he towered over you, a gloved hand coming up to remove his sunglasses and handed them over to a claw. Watching as the dangerous metal delicately folded the glasses and tucked them away, your head was tilted up by thick leather as Otto gripped your jaw. What was happening? What was he doing? He'd never been this close for this long before, unless it was to threaten you of course. Heart thudding a mile a minute beneath your ribs, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those dark brown eyes.

"You've been such a good little pet." He murmured, voice low and thoughtful as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip, "I can't help but wonder how good you can continue to be for me. Shall we find out?" Ottos voice was almost a purr as he spoke to you, smirking as he watched your cheeks turn that lovely shade of red.

"Wh-What?" You couldn't believe what he was saying, or what you assumed he was saying.

Taking a few steps back, the man didn't give you much time to question him further. "Get on your knees." The statement caught you off guard, making you swallow hard as your eyes scanned him for any sort of tell. Any sort of trick. However, the heat behind those dark eyes was quick to smother any questions you might have. Oh no, he was serious. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found yourself unable to deny the man. How strange, anyone else would be terrified out of their mind and begging to be left alone but you? You found yourself right where Otto wanted you.

On your knees, at his feet.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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imagine: otto struggling to grieve.

tw: reader dead, otto crazy a/n: hi. i wrote this back in march.

"I miss them," he said aloud, his eyes fluttering shut as the rain hammered against the window.

Laughter echoed in the back of his mind, haunting his every waking moment. It wasn't something he could escape, no matter how much he tried. No matter how he tried to self-medicate, to silence the voices in his mind. They just wouldn't stop.

You killed them.

"No I didn't," he countered, frowning deeply.

Oh, but you did. They're dead because you let Spider-man take them. They were in the way.

"Stop it," he scolded the arms.

Between the endless bickering and the constant murmuring between each of them, he never seemed to have a moment's peace. And when he thought about you, it only seemed to make things worse.

Jealousy. Is that what plagued them? Or maybe... they evoked that feeling within him, and they were just emulating that, instead.

Perhaps that's why the arms were so tiresome when it came to you. They were each part of the same body, but all-in-all, they were each their own. Possessive.

Otto sighed softly, trying to drown out the thoughts. But much like the love of his life slipping through his fingertips, his own sanity was falling all around him like fine sand. His hourglass of clarity was losing traction, and it was only a matter of time before he lost control of even moments like this; moments of regretting the loss of you.

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ichorai · 11 months

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snow spider ; miguel o'hara.

pairing ; miguel o'hara x spider!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; you were the ice to his fire—and miguel was burning for you.

words ; 4.4k

themes ; fluff, slight angst

warnings / includes ; set before the events of atsv, descriptions of injury/violence, cursing, a bit suggestive, mentions/appearances of other spidey characters, ben being a dramatic idiot, peter & may being adorable, cameos of magneto and doc ock, miguel is down so bad, can you guys tell i'm also in an asoiaf phase ? (winter is coming !!)

a/n ; there will be a part two set during the events of atsv !!

main masterlist.

You were Miguel’s seventeenth recruit. The first of your name. The first that wasn’t a Peter Parker, or a Jessica Drew, or a Ben Reilly.

When Miguel dropped into your universe, one rife with crime and tragedy, stricken by a never-ending winter, he fell into a large pile of snow.

“Damn it,” he whispered through chattering teeth, brushing off the frigid frost clinging to his suit and glancing around the iced-over city. There were sparse few people littering the streets, hovering over trash-fires and clutching rumbling stomachs. This was certainly a stark contrast to Nueva York—the universe looked dead, almost. A ghost town, frozen over into nothing but a glacial artifact.

Before Miguel could start forward to look for the Spider of the universe, a sticky web shot out from seemingly nowhere, binding his hands together. Ah. It seemed that you’d found him before he could find you.

“You’re not from here. I can’t smell the winter on you,” a voice echoed, saturated with curiosity, edged with caution. A second later, you materialized in front of him, clad in a white suit, sharp silver lines running over your form. On your chest was a spider, a pale snowflake engraved into its abdomen. Miguel stared at you with wide eyes. “Who are you?”

A beat of silence.

“Your universe is cold,” was all he could think of saying, still caught off-guard.

You took a step back. “My universe…?”

After clearing his throat, he shook himself out of his reverie. “My name is Miguel O’Hara. I’m from a different universe. I’m here to recruit you into my team to help keep the multiverse from collapsing.”

You shifted, muscles still tense. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

Lifting his wrists, Miguel twisted a hand and used his sharp claws to cut himself free of the sticky bonds. “Let me show you.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Miguel wasn’t supposed to like you this much. You were just meant to be another recruit for the Spider Society… maybe a close work companion, or a trusted friend at best.

But as he watched you dart in and out of visibility, your suit only but flashes of white and silver, he couldn’t help but marvel at how easy it was to work with you. How much he genuinely enjoyed working with you, spending time with you, listening to you laugh at his stiff quips. And he really thought he was being subtle about it, but Jessica had already picked up on Miguel’s keen interest in you, always teasing him about having a crush on another Spider.

It wasn’t a crush, though. No, Miguel just really liked your work ethic.

Right?

“Heads up!” you yelled, swinging forward and using the momentum to kick an incoming car barreling right in his direction. The metal doors caved in beneath the power of your strike, veering to the left just in time to miss him.

The two of you were taking down another anomaly that’d cropped up, one of the several dozens in only the past week. This anomaly, however, wasn’t the regular neighborhood villain they’d usually get, but instead an omega-level mutant: Magneto.

Shards of metal rained down around you, but you were quick to deflect by thwipping out large, sticky webs to catch them before they could impale you.

“This guy manipulates metal, Miguel!” you yelled. “Cuffs won’t work on him!”

Another large metal pole rocketed straight for you, but Miguel dove towards you, yanking you out of the way.

“Thanks!” you told him, a bit too wound up to notice his large hands tightly wound around your midriff. “Can you distract him for me?”

Nodding wordlessly, Miguel shot out several glowing, synthetic webs in quick succession to momentarily blind Magneto. You used his shoulder to launch yourself upward, turning invisible in mid-air.

Before the man could realize what was happening, you yanked his protective helmet off, landing a calculated strike to the back of his head. Immediately, all the bits of metal floating in the air came plummeting to the ground, and Magneto went limp in your hold. You swung down to the ground, coming back into view.

“You’re gonna have to alert one of the Spiders that we need a metal-free cage for him,” you told Miguel, a bit breathless.

Okay, a lot breathless. There was a sharp sting on your side—a broken piece of metal must have grazed you during the fight.

Miguel wound an arm around you to help you walk, concern festering within his chest at the sight of crimson staining your once-pristine white suit, his other hand dragging an unconscious Magneto by the scruff of his collar. With a tap of the watch, a portal opened up, flashing a multitude of bright oranges and purples.

Back in his universe, Miguel was quick to hand Magneto over to a few Peters, telling them to be careful not to get any metal near him. You pulled off your mask and squeezed Miguel’s bicep in gratitude when he shifted his hold on you, ensuring that you wouldn’t put any weight on your injured side. Even exhausted, you were beautiful. Miguel remembered the first time he saw you without your mask: the entirety of his linguistic vernacular went flying out the window and he was left embarrassingly spluttering out a long string of incoherent sentences. You were patient with him, beaming wide and nodding emphatically, even though none of what he said had made sense.

Yeah, alright, fine. Miguel had a crush. It really wasn’t a big deal (it was a very big deal). He’d be damned if he’d ever admit it to Jessica, though—that woman would never let him live it down.

Several Spiders waved hello to the two of you as you hobbled by, and you could only give them a winded half-smile in return. Some of them asked if you were alright, noticing the blood on your suit, but you reassured their worries away, “I’m fine. Miguel’s got me.”

A rush of protectiveness fell over him, and he clutched onto you all the tighter, hurrying to make his way back to the base. There were a few Spiders hanging around the control panels, chattering amongst themselves, and Miguel gave them a quick scan to make sure things were going smoothly since his departure. Once everything seemed to be in order, he finally tugged you into a more secluded room, helping you sit on a table as he grabbed the first aid kit.

“Sorry,” he murmured, ripping off his mask as well. His dark hair was disheveled, sharp brown eyes softening with guilt. “I got distracted during the fight.”

“Hey, it happens,” you replied warmly, fingers lifting to pat his cheek. The feeling of your cold skin pressed up against the blistering heat emanating from his cheeks made a shiver dance up his spine. “We’re alive, and we got the anomaly. Everything’s fine.”

“But you’re hurt.”

“I’ll heal.”

With careful, fleeting touches, Miguel drew back the ripped fabric of your suit to inspect the gash in your side. He cleaned away as much blood as he could, murmuring gruff apologies every time you flinched. The guilt worsened when he began deftly stitching up your wound—it didn’t go past his notice when your face twisted with the pain, and you bit your lip in a fruitless attempt to keep the sharp agony at bay.

“You did good out there, Y/N,” he said, desperate to distract you. “What was it like being the Spider in your universe?”

You spared him a loose grin, appreciating his attempts to keep you entertained.

“Tiring,” you admitted, fingers digging into his shoulders when he began another stitch. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve heard the same story a million times by now. I was a scientist, trying to find a way to reverse the never-ending winter. I was bitten by a radioactive winter-spider… the only kind of spider left after our world iced over. I, uhm… I lost my uncle. My mom, shortly after. She was captain of the police force.”

There was a long pause. It was obvious that you weren’t too keen on divulging all the details just yet. Your eyes watered with the memory, a glimmering film of tears warbling over your lower lashes, and Miguel gently patted your knee in understanding, silently reassuring you that you didn’t have to tell him everything.

You drew in a deep breath. “I realized I had powers—I had all the abilities of a spider, and I could turn invisible, and withstand the cold much more than before. I was known as the Snow Spider. A lot of people died from the frost. I couldn’t save them. I tried to help as much as I could, but it was just never enough. And then… I met you.” A smile graced your expression, one that sparked life into Miguel’s heart. “I moved from just helping my city, to helping the entire multiverse.”

Before you knew it, Miguel was tying off the last stitch, biting the thread short with his sharp fangs once he was done. You murmured a sincere thanks, placing your palm flat against his chest, feeling the quick thrum of his heart slamming against his ribcage.

If you noticed how his pulse seemed to kick up a notch with your ministrations, you didn’t say anything. For that, Miguel was grateful.

“There you go. That’s a brief summary of my life story. It’s only fair if you tell me yours.”

The man met your gaze, irises dark and warring with conflict.

“What’s there to say? I got powers, just like you. I lost people, just like you. I built the Spider Society… and then I met you.” The last bit was said as he nudged you gently, and he offered you a tentative smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Hesitant, you lifted your hand, softly grazing your knuckles against his cheek. Icy was your touch, but it felt nice—almost addicting. He found himself leaning against your hand, shutting his eyes as he exhaled.

“You’re a mystery, Miguel,” you murmured, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek as thanks for patching you up, before sliding off the table to stride away. Miguel watched you go with a lump in his throat. “Luckily for you, I like mysteries.”

“How long has that been a thing? I haven’t noticed because I’ve been too busy thinking about my… miserable past,” sighed Ben, coming to stand beside Jessica, the two of them watching Miguel follow after you like a lost puppy, face uncharacteristically mellowed with an undeniable lovesick expression.

“It’s not a thing,” she replied with an amused scoff. “Not yet, at least.”

You halted what you were doing and turned around to grin at Miguel. “Look, I stitched my suit back together. It’s good as new!”

His dark, molten eyes gleamed with affection. “It looks great.” He caught sight of your web-shooters, fixed against the base of your hand. “I still can’t believe you need those.”

“Well, I can’t believe you have spinnerets embedded into your skin. I can’t tell if I’m more grossed out or curious to know more,” you shot back, taking his hand to inspect his wrist with narrowed eyes. “What other kind of powers do you have?”

With a roguish grin, he bared his teeth, sharp fangs drawing out.

“I can never get over those. They’re kinda intimidating, but in a cool way.” Before you could stop yourself, you tacked on, “And really fucking hot.”

Heat crawled up his neck. He stared blankly at you. “They’re poisonous.”

Still, you smiled at him, all sweet and flustered. “Hm. It’s a shame, really. I definitely would’ve asked you to bite me if not for the venom.” Neither of you were quite sure if you were joking or not.

Miguel was certain he was going to combust into flames. “I can still bite you without injecting the poison into your system. It’s a voluntary response.”

To his surprise, you burst into a fit of laughter. Gods, he was absolutely smitten with that sound. The way your nose wrinkled, the side of your eyes creased, the shaking of your shoulders as you chuckled… it was all too much for Miguel.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” you warned.

“Oh, I can do much more than just tempt,” said the man in front of you, making your laughter taper away into silence.

You studied him for a moment longer. Before you could say anything, both of your watches beeped simultaneously. With one more amused huff, you patted his shoulder, brushing past him and pulling your mask over your face. “Come on, mister. Anomalies to catch, universes to save… we can continue this conversation later.”

The months pass by in a blur.

You were wrangling back another Doc Ock anomaly, having webbed up all his metal tentacles, easily tossing him into a temporary laser cage with a sweet smile. The villain was spitting obscenities, going on and on about the power of the sun in his grasp, how you’d ruined everything for him.

“You’ll pay for this!” he yelled, slamming his fist against the glowing barrier.

“Sorry, Doc,” you said with a mild grin. “I’ve met around a dozen of you, and so far, you were the most compliant. That makes you my favorite!”

You saluted him with a wink, before turning on your heel and striding away. It wasn’t long before Miguel found you, falling into step with your stride.

“Look at you, taking on anomalies all on your own,” he murmured lowly, nudging your side with his elbow. “Good job.”

With a scoff, you pulled off your mask, regarding him with an expectant gaze as you leaned forward, so close that your nose nearly brushed against his. He could feel the cold frost of your breath blow over the heated planes of his cheeks. “Well, then, Mr. O’Hara, wouldn’t I deserve a reward?”

The vampire-spider only flushed at your words, mouth falling open and shut as he struggled with a rebuttal.

Your laugh, soft and tinkering, made his heart nearly seize within his chest. Still chuckling, you shoved away from him, saying that you had to get back to your universe to make sure everything was still in order there.

As you made your way out of the room, using your watch to portal through to your wintry hellscape, Jessica appeared out of nowhere beside him, one hand on her heavily pregnant belly, and the other cocked upon her hip.

“God, you really can’t be more obvious, can you?” she asked.

Miguel spared her a glance, snapping out of his reverie and standing up straighter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Everyone knows you’re in love with the Snow Spider. And don’t you deny it—I know a liar when I see one.” She watched Miguel frown, but didn’t bother protesting her claim. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Tell them, you big grump. Y/N deserves to know.”

Before he could reply, Jessica was already hastening away, yelling over her shoulder that she had to go to the bathroom because the damn baby was kicking against her bladder again.

Jealousy was not an emotion Miguel was well acquainted with. Ever since he witnessed an entire universe crumbling away in front of him, he was careful not to get too attached to anything. To anyone.

But he did. He grew attached to Jessica, who was his most trusted friend, always giving him the best advice and always available to lend him a helping hand. Though he’d never admit it, Miguel was also rather fond of Ben and his obnoxious penchant for his dramatic tragedies. And, most obvious of all, he was undoubtedly very close to his best soldier, Lego Peter.

Then there was you.

It infuriated him—the way you’d smile around him, give him the most fleeting of touches, always pleasantly cold, leaving prickly goosebumps in your wake. You would offer him an affectionate nudge and a myriad of teasing compliments that made his stomach want to fold in upon itself. But Miguel tried not to think too much of it: you were a generally kind person, with many of the Spiders in the society taking a certain liking to you. It didn’t go past his notice that you’d caught more than a few romantic eyes. Every time a Peter or a Ben would openly flirt with you, he could feel himself bristling, bile rising within his throat.

Again, Miguel wasn’t used to feeling jealous. He wanted to be the one cooking dinner for you, holding you in his arms, kissing you, touching you—

To his relief, you never paid them much mind, often politely declining with a poorly-forged excuse of having to return to your universe.

It was nearly a year since you’d first met Miguel when you were at Headquarters, holding a babbling Mayday as she crawled all over you. You laughed when she climbed up onto your shoulders, slipping down into your hands with a gleeful coo, blue eyes bright and wide. With gentle hands, you brushed her messy ginger hair away from her face.

“She doesn’t look like you, huh?” you asked Peter B. Parker. “She must be a carbon copy of her momma.”

“A good thing,” admitted the man beside you, muffling a yawn as he dug the heels of his palms into his sleep-deprived eyes, adorned with dark bags. “Wouldn’t want her taking after her old man, now would I?”

“Why not?” you asked, amusedly watching when May shot out a web from her tiny shooters, swinging away to clumsily scale a nearby wall. “I think you’re very handsome. Trust me, the sleep-deprived look is very trendy right now. In my universe, at least. Nobody can really sleep well with the never-ending cold we got going there.”

Peter gave you a loose smile. “You know what, you’re right. Dad bods are making a comeback. By the way, did I tell you about my coin collection—”

Before Peter could finish what he was saying, your watch beeped noisily, and Ben’s slumped hologram appeared over your wrist. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here,” he said. You had to hold your tongue not to retort that he was the one that’d called you. “I need you to come comfort me and hold onto my strong, muscular arms as I tell you about my gruesome past.” The pale image of Ben flickered as he flexed his biceps.

You rolled your eyes to the side. Ben had become a close friend during your time with the Spider Society, nearly inseparable after you’d saved his life from an Electro anomaly once. That man was quite the emotional one, he was.

“I’ll be there, just give me a minute.”

“Bring me one of those Spider-burgers, will you? Extra ketchup and no p—”

You tapped at your watch and his hologram disappeared before he could finish his request. With a mild wince, you glanced at Peter. “You wanna come with me and listen to Ben dramatically mope for an hour? I’ll treat you and May to Spider-burgers, because it looks like I’ll have to stop by there, anyway.”

“I would, I really would, but I gotta put May down for a nap,” he said with a sympathetic slant of his lips. As if on cue, the baby fell back into Peter’s arms, yawning widely. Bouncing her up and down, Peter absent-mindedly remarked, “Make sure Miguel doesn’t catch you being all sweet with Ben. That guy is crazy about you. Hah, he’d lose his marbles!”

You blinked.

“What?”

Peter froze, realizing what he’d just said.

“What?” he parroted.

“No, uh, what did you say, about Miguel being…”

“Nothing! Huh? I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes, you did. I heard you. Peter, what are you saying? Miguel is—?”

Sheepish, Peter scratched the back of his head. “Oh, wow, would you look at the time!” Peter pulled down the sleeve of his pink bathrobe to mimic looking at the watch. He hastily stepped away. “I have to go. I didn’t say anything. Bye! I’d love a Spider-burger with you another time! Bye! See you later!”

You watched in bewilderment when the older man swung away with his baby in his hands, muttering out a long string of panicked curses under his breath.

Miguel was crazy about you?

After a few seconds of deliberating your next move, you shot out a web and swung away, heading to Miguel’s private office, where you knew he would be buried in figuring out a solution to the influx of new anomalies. Surely Ben would be alright with you showing up a bit late (he wouldn’t, but you had more pressing matters at hand).

“Hey, Miguel,” you greeted with a soft voice, slipping inside after knocking twice. “Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”

The man offered you a warm grin. “Never a bad time with you. What’s going on?”

“Well, I just… I had a rather interesting talk with Peter B,” you started, striding across the office until you stood just in front of his desk, with Miguel on the other side.

He tilted his head. “Was it about that collection of coins he lost to an anomaly? He needs to get over that.”

“I—what? The poor guy lost his coin collection? He’d been working on that for years!” Shaking your head, you mindfully got back on track. “Well, no, that’s not what we talked about.”

Dark eyes narrowing, Miguel crossed his arms, deadpanning, “What did he tell you?”

There was a rather mischievous hue to your expression that Miguel misliked. Slow and deliberate, you stepped around the desk, fingers dragging along the smooth top. You stood so close to him that your chest was only a hair’s breadth from his—if he were to take too deep a breath, the two of you would be touching by now.

“Hm… Peter accidentally let slip that you have feelings for me. Is that true, Miguel?” The way his name rolled off your tongue nearly made him choke as his brain short-circuited.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, echoing the exact thing he had said to Jess a month ago.

You studied him, gaze dragging from his stiff face, to his tense stature, and back up again. It may have been a trick of light, but Miguel could swear he saw your eyes linger on his lips.

With a hum, you leaned even closer. He could hear your heart thrumming now, a steady, strong beat—which completely juxtaposed against his own rapid pulse, drumming loud within his ears. Up this close, he could smell your perfume, see the flecks of color within your pretty eyes, notice the way your lips quirked up with a sweet smile. Even whilst teasing him, you made sure that you weren’t overstepping any bounds, giving him ample time to step away if need be.

“Oh,” you said, feigning confusion. Your hand rested upon his clavicle, nails lightly dragging down his neck. A sharp thrill struck down Miguel’s spine at the sensation. You were barely touching him, for God’s sake! “So you wouldn’t mind if I… go ask Ben out for dinner?”

A beat of silence. Miguel’s brows knitted together.

The next words were susurrated as you dipped forward to nudge your nose along his neck, pressing a cold whisper of a kiss along the underside of his jaw. “Or if I… I don’t know… if I invite him to stay at my place for the night?”

Of course, there was no real weight to your words. Ben was simply a good friend, but damn if you didn’t enjoy the way Miguel’s eyes twitched.

Finally snapping, a low growl rumbled within his chest, his hands shooting out to grab your waist. You were cold to the touch, the ice to his fire, as his fingers curled over your back, shoving you up against the wall behind his desk. As if on instinct, your hands came to clutch at his broad shoulders.

You smiled, wide and triumphant. You’d finally broke him.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he gruffed, staring deep into your eyes to make sure you were alright with this. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. From your gleeful expression, Miguel could see that you were just the opposite.

“Oka—mmph!”

His lips slanted over yours, warm and rough, yet cold and soft at the same time. It was a kiss of starkly juxtaposing contrasts, heavy with months and months of unspoken yearning. His large nose brushed against your cheek, angling his face to kiss you harder—deeper.

When one of your hands slithered up the back of his neck to tug at the roots of his dark hair, he sighed against your mouth, breaking the kiss to lean his forehead over yours.

“He was right,” said Miguel.

“Who was?”

“Peter. I do have feelings for you.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth, nudging your nose against his sharp cheekbone. “Really? I would’ve never guessed.” He surged forward to kiss you again, relishing in the way you just about melted into his touch. “If it wasn’t obvious already, I really like you, too.”

At your admission, Miguel beamed, loose and hesitant. “You still planning on asking Ben out to dinner and having him stay over at your place, then?”

You tapped a finger onto your chin, pretending to have a good, long think about it. “Give me a good reason to stay, and I won’t.” At Miguel’s slightly crestfallen expression, you patted his cheek, quick to say, “God, Miguel, I was just kidding. Ben and I are good friends. You and I, however… I wouldn’t exactly call you a friend—”

His lips met yours again, stealing the rest of your words from you.

When you smiled into the kiss, he smiled back. It was a bit too early for love, sure, but Miguel already knew he was in too deep to back out.

He was falling in love with you.

The thought terrified him to no end, but he merely kissed you harder, and clutched you all the closer to him.

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it's not that difficult | doc ock x shrunken!reader part two

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Summary: It's been a week since you shrunk down in front of Otto. One week in a bird cage, of being a lab rat, and you decide it's time to escape. Of course it won't be that easy.

a/n: this was written at the request of @miniemew! it's a continuation of my previous Otto x tiny fic, and it was a blast to write. reader is gender neutral, and this goes heavy on the fearplay. that said, I hope y'all enjoy!

The past week has been a strange mix of awful and mundane.

And the open bird cage before you seems almost more like a test than a blessing.

Tests. That's what the past week has been. Otto had swept you away, into some dingy apartment that looked far too normal to belong to a supervillain. Still stuck at the unimpressive height of two inches tall, there was nothing you could do when he dropped you in a bird cage before vanishing. Despite his intense curiosity, the man had other things on his plate, evidently. He was gone for most of the nights and mornings, but in the evenings, he always had a few minutes to spare for you.

For studying you, more accurately.

Checking your vitals, measuring your height, maybe an endurance test on a hamster wheel - which was now more annoying rather than outright embarrassing. On one occasion he had drawn some blood with a needle that seemed too tiny to exist. Whatever data he had gleaned from you was carefully recorded in a notebook, before he returned you to the bird cage.

(To be fair, it actually is a pretty nice bird cage.)

It's silver, the sturdy bars just thick enough that you can't bend them out of the way, and spaced too close together to even think about slipping through. The metal bottom is covered with some fabric, an old shirt if you had to guess, which actually was quite comfortable to sleep on. The entire set up is suspended over his desk, with a relatively large door that latches tightly from the outside.

Except, this time, he hadn't quite latched it all the way.

Otto's gone right now, and it's night. If his pattern over the past week continues, he'll be gone for a few more hours at least. It takes a world of courage to even cross the bird cage over to the door, anxiety blooming in your chest. The latch was usually unreachable, but with it barely in its slot, it could spring free if you jiggle it just right. The fall to the desk would be survivable - Otto had sussed out that your shrinking had left you with some enhanced durability. From there you'd just have to find somewhere to hide, until your body finally decided to return to its normal height.

(It's as good a plan as any.)

(And frankly, it was the only plan you had. So, may as well.)

Taking in a shaky breath, you carefully take hold of the door, giving it a slow, tedious push up and out. The latch slips loose of its hold, and the door to the cage swings open with an audible creak. You cringe at the sound, eyes immediately flying up to scan over the messy office, as if Otto would conjure out of the shadows at the faintest noise. You stay perched at the door for a moment, listening carefully. There's absolutely no response - no movement, no distant sounds from further in the apartment.

After gauging the safety for a second, you decide to proceed. You jump down onto the desk, not giving yourself time to overthink it. The desk is chaos, loose wires and stray bolts scattered about, almost every surface covered with some form of scribbled down notes or blueprints. Organization is evidently not Otto's strong suit, and it takes a minute to navigate around pencils and bolts to the back of the desk. There's a small gap where it meets the wall, the cord from the desk lamp falling down to the ground behind it.

You don't really have time to weigh the small range of options you have right now, so you decide the cord is as good a move to get to the floor as any. It's just big enough to hold onto like a rope, and you carefully work on climbing down from the desk, ignoring the massive drop beneath you. With enhanced durability you wouldn't die from it, but it still wouldn't be pleasant. You'd scaled even higher climbs in your home before, but under less dire circumstances. The fear that Otto might return soundly trumps any anxiety over climbing down the cord.

You make it to the dusty floor soon enough, pausing for just a moment to catch your breath. Your heart is positively drumming in your chest, the sharp buzz of adrenaline running under your skin. You only rest for a second, though, before continuing onward, not wanting to linger any more than necessary.

The apartment was more of a workspace than an actual home, something you notice while navigating over and around the multitude of mechanical parts on the floor. It takes a minute to get your bearings, trying to find the door beyond all the scattered clutter, but you eventually find it. Out the office, down the hall, out the front door, and you'd be home free.

Escape is the only thing you have on your mind, as you swiftly creep through the messy workspace. It doesn't take too long to reach the door, the gap underneath is just big enough to squeeze through, out into the hall. The carpet fibers come up to your knees, making walking just a touch more challenging, but that's one of the last things on your mind right now. Turning right, you see the looming front door in the distance, like a beacon of hope. You immediately begin jogging towards it, a small buzzing bit of excitement starting to grow in your chest. Relief washes over you as escape gets closer and closer.

A heavy crash breaks the stillness in the air, and you immediately run into something sharp and hot. You stumble back like a bug bouncing off a windshield, falling to the ground. In front of you is an actuator, the massive claw clenching down into the carpeted ground, just a few sparse inches away from you. The actuator flexes slightly, metal whirring softly as you hear a soft chuckle behind and far above you. Paralyzed in place, the warmth of excitement immediately shifting into chilling dread, it takes everything you have to look over your shoulder.

Otto stands behind you, with a soft smile on his lips that only he could make look sinister. He lifts a hand, waving his fingers at you lightly like you were just an acquaintance at a grocery store, and not a captive in the middle of an escape attempt. You have to tilt your head all the way back to even get a glimpse of his dark eyes, the sharp curiosity in them sending another pang of fear down your spine.

The actuator rises up, causing you to whip your head back towards it, half prepared for the thing to snatch you up in its claw. It doesn't, though, instead it pulls back further and retreats behind Otto.

He looks down at you expectantly.

"Try again."

You stare at him for a moment and only just a moment, before scrambling to your feet and sprinting like your life depends on it. The drag of the carpet fibers slows you down a little, and you fully ignore it, intent on putting as much distance between you and the looming villain as you possibly can.

(But... that's what he wants, isn't it?)

(A chase.)

Heart pounding furiously in your chest, you zoom down the hallway, lungs nearly bursting from exertion. Over the rush of the wind in your ears you can't hear a single sound behind you, and you don't dare turn back to look. You make it to the very end of the hall before you hear the first footstep crash down behind you.

The living room is far less cluttered than the office, leaving nothing to hide behind, no last resort. The carpet transitioned into hardwood, making running just a touch easier. You stay focused on the sliver of light from under the front door, and not the sound of Otto casually following you, covering more distance in one footstep than you did in ten seconds.

Risking a glance over your shoulder, you find Otto practically on top of you. He'd closed the gap in no time, with that same awful smirk on his lips. The actuators are poised behind them, all their glowing eyes are trained on you. Otto's hands are carefully folded in front of him - making no move to grab you even as your speed slows down in the slightest.

(He's toying with you.)

(And the outcome of this was likely predetermined long ago.)

Without warning, a heavy boot slams down in front of you. You stumble, the small quake of his foot hitting the wooden floor being enough to knock you off your feet. The boot's angled carefully, just far enough to miss you. It's practically bus sized, utterly dwarfing your minuscule frame.

You stay still for only a moment, frozen with the icy fear that floods your veins. A distant chuckle rumbles overhead like thunder.

"Last chance," Otto says, from far, far above.

Despite the overwhelming futility, you scramble to your feet, quickly looping around the shoe in your path. It doesn't move, thank god, and you continue sprinting to the front door. Every bone in your body is screaming out for rest, but you don't dare stop.

The gap underneath the door gets closer and closer, as close as the booming footsteps behind you do. A foot away, ten inches, five, almost there .

And then Otto slams an actuator down, the tremor of his metal claw on the ground knocking you straight off of your feet once more. You hit the floorboards hard, heart pounding sent into overdrive as you catch sight of the looming claw in front of you.

Scrambling upright again, you shuffle backwards from it. The claw darts up, pointed prongs of metal now directly facing you. There'd be no way to run past it without running into it, so you dart to the right, further into the living room. There's practically no energy left in your body at all, lungs and limbs burning from exertion, and you don't dare stop. The overwhelming sound of creaking metal follows you, and there's a harsh yank on the back of your shirt as you're swept off the ground by the actuator.

You struggle, although the grip it has on the back of your shirt makes it far too tight to slip out of. Fingers scrambling up, you hook them between the collar of the shirt and your neck, trying to ease up some of the pressure.

Something eclipses the light overhead, and you barely have time to process the giant hand in your vision before it swallows you up. Otto snatches you in a tight fist, arms pinned immobile to your sides. He raises you up to his eye level, at a speed that makes the whole world swirl around you, vertigo in overdrive. His sharp brown eyes light up once you're in sight, a crinkle around the corners giving away his excitement.

Despite the overwhelming helplessness, you struggle, attempting in vain to loosen the hold of his fingers wrapped around you. His hand didn't budge a centimeter, if anything his grip tightened in the slightest amount, just enough to knock a little air out of your lungs. Otto doesn't say a word, he merely turns to the sofa in the living room, quickly crossing over to take a seat. A notebook is perched on the coffee table, and he flips to a half-filled page with his free hand, quickly writing something down.

"Was... was this a test?" You sputter out, half convinced the man would ignore you entirely. Your voice is strained, still unable to get a proper lungful of air with his fingers around you, but his brown eyes do flit to you for a moment.

Otto lowers his fist to the table, loosening it and roughly dropping you onto the coffee table. You land on top of a stack of sticky notes, and you don't dare move. Even if you wanted to attempt to run again, you're far too exhausted to even try. You let yourself collapse, still trying to catch your breath.

"Of course," Otto answers, not looking up from the page he was still scrawling on.

He eventually glances at you, leaning in slightly closer. Otto fills your entire vision, his looming for making you feel like you were in the front row of a movie theater. A little bit of brown hair fell into those dark eyes, which flicked down as he carefully took your form in.

"I wanted to see how fast you could run," he says, smiling once more. His voice is polite and even, as if he didn't just admit to terrifying you on purpose. He turns back down to his notes, still jotting a few things down. "Obviously, your functions are affected when I monitor you closely for tests. I wanted something a little less structured than a hamster wheel."

He finishes writing, carefully setting down his pen on the table. His eyes snap back to you, looking at your face carefully. You're still breathless and sore, trying to gather yourself mentally and physically from the escape attempt, and you feel absolutely pinned under his gaze.

"You couldn't really have thought you were going to escape?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"I... I kinda did, yeah," you reply. You'd never snapped at him, never raised your voice, but the adrenaline still buzzing in your system and the absolute fury and exhaustion you feel can't help but spill out a little into your tone. "Even if I got caught, I had to try."

Otto nods, surprisingly accepting your answer with ease. He leans back on the sofa slightly, actuators draping over the back of it. His eyes are unwavering, still pointedly trained on you.

"Admirable, if not reckless," he says, "I must say though, you're far safer with me than you would be out there. I can't imagine what Oscorp would do if they got their grubby hands on you."

Pushing yourself up from the sticky notes, you rise to your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. Despite how correct he probably was, that wasn’t his call to make.

"Can't be worse than a goddamn hamster wheel," you mutter. Despite keeping your voice low, Otto does catch it, and he laughs brightly. He almost seems harmless for a second.

"I can assure you, my dear, they would not be as kind as me. I'm curious, but I do not intend to do you any harm. Other scientists, well, their methods of discovery aren't always so kind towards their specimens."

You narrow your eyes at the man, trying to gauge if you should believe him. There was no doubt that Oscorp would have been a nightmare if they had found you, and in all honesty, living at the apartment wasn't going to work out long term. You didn't need confirmation that the world outside was dangerous, but you still wonder how honest he was really being.

"You won't hurt me, but you'll keep me in a bird cage for a week?"

Otto shrugs, unbothered by the accusation.

"Can’t risk you running off and hurting yourself," he says.

He leans in once more, slowly bringing a hand down in front of you. The same one that snatched you up earlier. You look at it warily, waiting for it to grab you in a fist, pinch the back of your shirt and dangle you, but he doesn't. He simply lays it level with the sticky notes, right in front of you. You can feel the heat off of his skin, see the shift of his muscles as he waits.

"May I?"

(He'd never asked if he could hold you before.)

(You can see his fingers twitch in impatience, and decide not to push his kindness too far.)

You gingerly step onto the man's calloused palm, feeling his muscles and tendons twitch underneath you. It's a little hard to keep your balance, but he brings his thumb up, something for you to brace your hands on as he raises his palm to his face. It's far closer than when he was looming over the table, all the minuscule details on his face magnified.

"As far as I'm aware of, you're the only one like you in existence," he says. He lowered his voice for you, the usually brash and proud tone now just a quiet whisper. It was still overwhelming regardless. "I wouldn't allow harm to come your way, that would entirely deprive me of figuring you out. I am still just a physicist at heart, dear, you cannot expect me to not be fascinated by a person who can change their bodily mass on a whim."

You can feel the heat coming off his hand, the shift of his thumb under your palms. From this close, every time he exhales it ruffles your hair in the slightest. His eyes are a mix of a dozen brown shades, still locked firmly on you, and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"It's not on a whim," you correct.

(If it was on a whim, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.)

"But it could be," Otto says, "Someday."

With that, he rises to his feet. The thumb you're holding onto gently pushing you back, knocking you off your feet and pressing you into his other fingers, coming to rest around your waist like a makeshift seat belt. A small noise of protest escapes your lips, ignored as Otto takes up his notes and walks back to the office.

(It takes him just a few seconds.)

(All the agonizing minutes you had spent running, trying to cross that distance, and he closes it in just a few seconds.)

Otto enters the office, quickly reaching the desk and taking a seat. You half expect him to immediately return you to the bird cage. He doesn't, though, fingers shifting you slightly in his palm, so he can rest his elbow on the desk, leaving you sitting in his hand at eye level. His thumb stays locked over you, like a heavy weighted blanket in your lap.

(You don't think you could get it to budge, even if you tried.)

"You honestly know less about your shrinking than I do, and I've barely begun to scratch the surface," Otto says. He speaks with a certainty that's just a little grating. "Your powers are incredibly unstable now, but there's no indication that it will always be that way. And even so, I still want to know how it works, what makes you tick."

He looks down at you, with that familiar glint in his eyes. It's positively piercing.

"And I can promise I'll be less invasive than any other scientist you meet who wants the same thing."

Looking up at the man, you can't help but believe him. Your work at Oscorp had been brief enough to not see anything too awful, but you knew that the company had a dark underbelly. Otto, at the very least, wouldn't be killing you anytime soon. You can see on his face he's expecting a response, and you shrug.

"It's not like I have a choice, is it?"

Otto chuckled humorlessly, the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Clever little thing, aren't you?"

With that, his other hand sweeps in, two large fingers gently pinching around your chest and back. It knocks the wind out of you slightly, but his grip is careful, holding you just tight enough that you wouldn't slip from his grasp. He lifts you from his other palm, gently setting you on the desk. His warm fingers stay in place until you're balanced on your feet, and then he pulls away gently.

That clinical curiosity never once leaves his eyes. He glances behind you, searching for something amid the mess of his desk. When he reaches out for it, his arm arches over you, eclipsing the light overhead. His bicep practically becomes your entire sky, and in a second it's gone, once he grabbed the ruler behind you.

"Stand straight, my dear," he says.

You know the drill well enough, you stand up just a bit straighter as you feel the ruler fall into place behind your back. It presses flush against you, the cold plastic sending a chill down your spine. Otto leans in closer, dark eyes narrowed in scrutiny at the tiny numbers marking your height. His eyebrows raise, evidently a little surprised before he leans back in his chair, the ruler clattering down onto the table.

"You gained half an inch," he says, and you can't tell how he feels about that. There's a clinical edge to his tone, covering any real emotion.

You can't quite even tell how you feel about that. Half an inch was fairly inconsequential to regular sized folk, but it was everything to you. Things had seemed a touch smaller than before, but you didn't think you had grown that much. This was the longest you'd been tiny, and knowing you were growing back - if incredibly slowly - was something of a relief.

"Huh," you can't help but say out loud, showcasing a little of your surprise. Otto quirks up an eyebrow.

"You didn't notice?" he asks, with a small tilt of his head.

You shrug, slouching a little now that you don't have to hold yourself up.

"Everything is big at this scale, there wasn't much of a visual change," you say, "It's all still overwhelming."

Otto nods, and you can see the gears in his head turning once more. It's always obvious when he's thinking hard about something - leaning in, eyes narrowed, something intense in his face. It makes you feel like a bug under a microscope, fully on display, analyzed at every angle.

"Interesting," he comments. "I imagine at a certain point it's hard to gauge anything's size accurately, like estimating building dimensions just by viewing them. I don't blame you for not noticing."

(It's kind of a little surprising how well he gets it.)

"And you also said you grow back instantaneously, correct? This isn't typical, is it?"

You take a second before nodding, thinking back of all the times you had shrunk alone in your apartment. Most of the time you'd fall asleep tiny, and wake up normal sized - it was rare you were actually awake for growing back. The few times you had, you had only short bursts, and those were generally exhausting enough to knock you out regardless.

"I'm usually asleep for it," you say, "I just wake up at my usual height. I'm always pretty sore after."

Otto chuckles.

"I'm not surprised. I can't imagine your physical form changing that much, that rapidly, would be a comfortable feeling. If you do wind up having discomfort with growing back, I can give you something for the pain."

You don't reply instantly. You merely look up at the man, trying to read into his expression, figure out what's beyond the clinical curiosity on his face. He seems passive, detached, and then he expresses concern in the same breath. It's a little confusing, and you're tired of being confused.

"So, what's your deal?"

Otto raises his eyebrows, evidently not expecting the pointed question. He doesn't speak, but merely looks at you expectantly, tilting his head slightly as he waits for you to clarify.

"So you want to figure me out like a science project, I get that," you say, and you try not to think about if it's stupid to speak so candidly to a giant supervillain, "But why be nice to me?"

Otto's expression remains blank, and he leans in closer. Both his hands come up to rest on the desk, one on either side of you, palms pressed down onto the flat surface. His long fingers make you feel fully surrounded on all sides, that feeling only increasing when his face stops just a few relative feet from yours. His brown eyes lock onto you, and when he speaks, the breath from his lips ruffles your hair like the wind.

"You think I'm being nice to you?"

You swallow thickly, nervously looking up at the man. You resist the urge to stagger backwards - any distance you could put between the two of you, he could close in a fraction of the time. This close to his face, you can see every little imperfection in his skin, every single fleck in his eyes. It makes you forget what you're saying, for just a moment.

"I-I mean, you said yourself you're being kinder than other scientists," you say, voice coming out just a bit more timid than you'd have liked it to, "And if you really didn't care, you wouldn't worry about the pain from growing. It... I just..."

You pause, tilting your gaze down to the desk. The fake wooden swirls in the wood seem positively fascinating, much more easier to look at than the giant face in front of you. You can still feel the heat off his hands, the pressure of his gaze still on you.

"I'm sorry," you say after a second, "I'm... this is weird, I've never been kidnapped before, I'm still adjusting."

Otto stares at you for a moment more, before chuckling lightly. You hear the low noise intimately, the exhale gently brushing over your skin. He draws back, his face and one of his hands retreating to give you some breathing room.

"Ultimately when I figure out your powers, you'll have figured them out as well. At that point, you'll either escape and be clever enough to utilize said powers to evade me, and that will be the end of it. Or, you could stay and help me."

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you look up at the man. There's nothing but sincerity in his features, something almost as surprising as his words.

"Help you?"

"Someone who can change their size at will could be quite an asset to my work. I'm more than capable of most things, but the actuators don't lend themselves to subtlety well. I think I could get some use out of someone who can be a touch more discreet when the situation calls for it."

He wanted you.... to become a supervillain?

That's honestly not what you expected.

"So... you're being nice to me so I'll help you break the law?"

Otto shrugged.

"To put it simply, I suppose."

In all honesty, it isn't that bad of an idea. You'd heard the stories of Doc Ock, you knew he was terrifying, but he wasn't the worst as far as supervillains went.

"I'm... I'm not a killer, or anything."

Otto leaned back in his chair, and he carefully drummed his fingers on the desk. Each tap sent a small shake through the wood, reverberating through your tiny frame. With the hand so close it was almost overwhelming, seeing fingers twice as tall as you are moving so swiftly, and it's all you can do to try to not look unnerved by it.

"I'm hardly one myself, dear. The actuators do the dirty work, it's not something I'd expect of you." He pauses his tapping, thinking for a moment before continuing. "The media likes to highlight my more... uncontrolled moments. My real plan is actually nothing evil at all, it's simply a device that would create unlimited clean energy. Were you to help me, I'd just need your assistance in getting some parts, materials, that sort of thing."

He seems like he's being genuine.

There's no hint of a lie in those eyes, and while you know this man is dangerous, he's no less dangerous than everything else is at this size. Even if you didn't wind up helping him down the line - his thought on you escaping when you can control your powers was a good idea, actually - it'd be smart to play along.

His hand next to you rises up, carefully and slowly. His fingers approach you, and you try not to flinch back. It's almost like watching a bus directly come at you, the size and speed overwhelming, but you can tell his every motion is meticulous. Extending his pointer finger, he gently presses it to your back. Moving it down in almost a petting motion, a small smile flits over his lips.

"However, that's not a topic of conversation until we get a better grasp on your abilities," he says, "When you're useful enough to be an asset, we'll talk then. But for now-"

"Bird cage?" you interrupt, unable to keep back a small sigh.

Otto smiles, corners of his eyes crinkling up. The rest of his fingers dart forward, carefully flexing around your frame and scooping you up once more. You tumble back into the digits, quickly held in place by his thumb as he brings you back up to eye level.

"Oh, I thought we were beyond that?" he says, "Friends, and all that."

Otto stands to his feet, further making your head spin as you're shot up relative stories by the movement. Your hands come up to brace on his thumb, well aware the loose grip he holds you in is the only thing saving you from a long fall to the ground below. Otto raises his free hand, tugging back his leather jacket. The hand holding you drifts towards the inner pocket, and your eyes widen at the sight.

"Hey!" you yell out, because you don't necessarily want to be in a bird cage, but you definitely don't want to be in his pocket right now either. Otto doesn't respond, instead he tugs the pocket open, and drops you inside.

You tumble down roughly into the cloth, and it takes a second to scramble upright. Looking up you can see a sliver of light from the opening of the pocket, swiftly extinguished when he drops his coat back against his chest. It's warm, especially pressed right up against him, held in place by the thick leather of the coat.

"There’s a few things I need to attend to tonight,” he says, and you can feel every word shake through your bones, “Thanks for the company, my dear.”

Letting out a sigh, you relax back into the pocket, letting the warmth of him wash over you. Everything shifted slightly as he started walking, and you shut your eyes. Accompanied by the booming sound of his heartbeat and your exhaustion, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

#g/t #giant/tiny #macro micro #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #my writing

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boop-le-snoot · 2 years

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blossom-hwa · 10 months

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a skz seungmin academic rivals to lovers drabble? Love your work, especially your Whispers of Nature supernatural au!!

thank you for the request and your kind comment, I'm glad you liked the series! hope you didn't mind me inserting the spiderverse into this drabble - ever since I watched the new movie I've been itching to write something with it, and this idea struck me with help from @wingkkun (thanks chip <3). please enjoy!

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: The Bane of My Existence, the Reason I'm Alive

Pairing: Seungmin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, angst, Spiderverse!au, university!au

Warnings: injury, cursing, a mention of porn as part of a joke (no actual sex/suggestiveness)

3:55 PM.

You slide into the seat of the lecture hall, five minutes before your exam is supposed to start. Physics—your best and favorite subject, and also the one you happen to have studied the absolute most for just to be absolutely certainthat you'll beat Seungmin Kim, the bane of your entire existence.

Which, to be fair, is not entirely true. Because for one thing, the stupid criminals and villains you fight every week as your spider-based alter ego are far bigger nuisances than he is. Doc Ock nearly killed you, physically and metaphorically and sarcastically. You're still recovering from the shock of live tentacle porn crawling down the streets of Manhattan—you're not quite sure you'll ever get over that, which is something you made sure to say when he was wrapped tidily up in your webs and the police were coming to take him away.

And for the record, Seungmin does seem like a nice guy—for the most part, at least. He's got a sense of humor and he's friendly enough, liked by most of the student body even though he transferred to your university very suddenly just a month or two ago. But his smile—his stupid smile—whenever he beats you in a test in one of the classes you share, his stupid little shrug when you beat him like it doesn't matter at all to him, this one-sided rivalry of yours—

Ugh. You grit your teeth just thinking about it. Enough said. He's the bane of your existence. That's it.

And…

You look around the room.

And he's not here.

Huh. You frown. The TAs have already started passing out the tests, starting from the front and back and making their steady way to the middle where you usually sit, Seungmin just one row in front. But the seat he always takes is suspiciously empty right now, his head of black hair nowhere to be seen anywhere in the room.

Your frown deepens as a TA passes you an exam sheet face down. Why would he miss an exam? You've only known him for a couple of months but he doesn't seem like the type to skip a test—or, at least if he had to, he'd probably have said something about it in passing when you two eventually got to bickering like you always do—so why?

A bubble of worry starts to build in your stomach, which is so dumb—why should you care? Why the fuck should you? It's just Seungmin, Seungmin Kim who's not even really a friend. He's just a guy. A dude that infuriates you a little too much when it comes to your need for academic validation.

The clock strikes four. Papers rustle around the room. You flip over your own exam and force all thoughts of a certain Seungmin Kim out of your mind once and for all.

He's not your problem.

. . . . .

4:30 PM.

DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER—

It hits you with a jolt—almost physically. You let out a gasp and the tip of your pencil breaks when you press it too hard into the paper, blinking furiously. The sense—the spider-sense—

DANGER DANGER DANGER

Your breath catches. Someone next to you gives you a sidelong glare and somewhere else someone hisses in frustration, but you can only force yourself to sit. And breath. And focus on what exactly you're going to do next.

Physics exam. Saving the city from possible disaster.

Seungmin's not here. It's silly and even selfish to think about now, but it makes the decision so much easier to know that at least compared to him, your half-finished test won't matter.

You hand your test to the nearest TA and sprint out of the hall.

. . . . .

4:47 PM.

"You're late to the party!"

That's the greeting Spider-Min tosses over as you swing into the fray. Despite the huge lizard monster thingrampaging through the streets, you grin—for all your initial frustration when a new spider person suddenly appeared in town, clearly more experienced than you, you think you can now count Min, as he has you call him, as one of your friends. He caught you when you were just starting out this vigilante gig and has since taught you so much.

It's also just really nice to have someone around who understands living a dual life like this.

"Well, excuse me for having a physics exam! How'd you get here so fast?" You lash out with your webs, slamming the monster's snapping jaws shut. It tries to roar but can't, so it settles for stomping over half a dozen cars instead. Screams erupt from the streets.

Shit. You leap from the side of a building, scooping up civilians and depositing them further away. "Better run!" you yell, waiting just long enough to make sure they survive their mad scramble to safety before turning back to the fight.

"Happened to be in Brooklyn when it started causing chaos, nerd!"

"Oh, suck it!" You punch one of the lizard's claws away, rolling your eyes under your mask. "As if you're not the exact fucking same, dickhead—"

Min laughs. It's a bright sound, warm and heavy and like one of the last rays of sunlight permeating your suit, warming you up from inside and out.

And even though you've most certainly failed a test for the first time in your life, even though you're still smarting over the fact that you worried about Seungmin Kim, even though you're fighting a lurid green lizard monster that's just managed to tear your webbing away from its mouth, you don't find it very difficult to laugh, too.

. . . . .

4:59 PM.

The lizard monster won't go down. Just—won't. It's annoyingly persistent and it fucking regenerates limbs—both you and Min have screamed some obscenity about this at least five times each because while the regeneration is slow, it's incredibly disturbing to watch in real time as well as annoying to deal with when you're trying to subdue it.

And, of course, there are a select few idiot civilians who insist on making your lives harder. It's usually a few foolhardy police who don't like vigilantes, but this time, there's a vlogger.

For real. A vlogger. Trying to film the fight from way too close.

And what does said vlogger get for his efforts? A chunk of rubble falling on his head. Or it would have fallen on his head if you hadn't abandoned the fight to sweep him out of the way, leaving Min to fight the creature on his own for a few dangerous seconds. "RUN!" you yell, shoving the stunned vlogger towards the police before spinning around to face the lizard creature that Min's still fighting alone.

Only—

It happens so fast you almost miss it. Something like—a computer glitch, almost. A spasm. That's as close as you can get to describing it, a sort of television static ripping through the air and distorting Min's image into a blur of—pixels, almost, though that doesn't make sense because pixels only exist in screens and not in real damn life.

It's fast. Half a second, maybe. But it's enough for the lizard's tail to sweep through the air, smacking the already falling Spider-Min into a building and hurtling him to the ground.

A blurry screech fills your ears. Only later will you realize you were the one who made the sound.

You sprint and leap onto the side of a building, shooting out desperate strands of web. By some miracle streak of luck, one of them catches Min in the back as he falls. You nearly fall yourself with the sudden weight at the end of the strand but you force yourself to hold on, to grab your friend before he falls.

"Min?" You land behind a pile of rubble, patting his cheeks. "Min!"

He doesn't respond.

Panic almost blinds you. Your head feels fuzzy and you can't see clearly, can't really breathe either, but you press two numb fingers to his neck and nearly swoon with relief when you feel a faint pulse beneath his suit.

Somewhere above you, the lizard hisses. You look up to see the hideous green face swinging left to right. Looking for Min. Looking for you.

You swallow hard. Min's in no condition to fight. He's out cold. His suit is shredded, showing bloody scrapes on his skin, and half his mask has been torn off.

Taking a shaky breath, you gently lower Min to the ground and step out from behind the rubble. "Over here, ugly!" you scream to disguise the fear freezing the blood in your veins.

Time to go on alone, just like you did before.

. . . . .

5:13 PM.

After Min falls, you don't know what happens.

Seriously. You don't. You know there was fear, you know there was rage, you know there was red crossing your vision that wasn't from your mask—but you don't know what happened. You just know that ten short but still horrifically long minutes later, you knocked the lizard out and it morphed into a human who you wrapped tightly in your webs and strung from a building for the cops to grab before ducking behind the rubble to pick up Min, who was still out cold.

He's still out cold as you swing him across the city and in through the window of your dorm.

Your body hangs on just long enough for you to deposit him on your bed and check his pulse to ensure that he is in fact still breathing. Then your legs give out and you fall to the floor.

For several long minutes, you can only sit there and gasp. Breathe. Try to make sense of everything that happened—lizard man, vlogger, glitch-pixel-what-the-fuck-Min, unconscious Min.

Most of it can be explained. Lizard man: experiment gone wrong. Probably. Vlogger: people are idiots. Unconscious Min: he got smacked into a wall.

But the glitch-pixel bit.

What the fuck was that.

You rip off your mask and take a gasping breath. Somewhere nearby you spot your water bottle and drain most of it in two gulps. You dump the rest on your face.

The cool water splashing onto your skin brings your mind back to focus, just a little bit. Enough for you to finally take a good look at Min on your bed, still unconscious.

Already some of the smaller scrapes have faded from his skin, visible through the torn fabric of his suit. You breathe a little sigh of relief, pushing yourself back up to take a closer look—not too close, because it feels kind of like an invasion of privacy, but enough to reassure yourself. Just a little bit.

Then your gaze falls on his face, where half of his mask has been torn off.

Your first instinct is to look away. You've never shown Min your face, nor has he shown you his. It's an unspoken agreement between the two of you to keep it quiet—not because you don't trust each other, but because you just didn't. No one knows you. No one knows Spider-Min. It's meant to be this way.

But almost against your will, you have to look again. Because there's something very familiar about the bottom of his face. The set of his jaw, the pale skin of his cheeks, the tilt of his nose half covered by a little flap of fabric still hanging on. And though you look away almost immediately, the familiarity stays. Tugs at your mind in all the wrong ways.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Half of you screams to look again. The other half screams to turn yourself away. And between the two halves, a little piece of your mind is whirring, trying to figure out who Min looks like to you.

And then.

It hits you.

Seungmin Kim.

Your eyes fly open, immediately lighting on Min. The jaw, the face shape—his laugh, his voice—his name, Min—

"Happened to be in Brooklyn while it started causing chaos, nerd!"

No wonder he wasn't taking the physics exam.

A strangled noise leaves your throat. Spider-Min. Seungmin Kim. Fellow spider person. Academic rival. You don't want to believe it—can't believe it—but all the evidence is staring you in the face, quite literally in your face—

If you just lift off his mask you'll know for sure.

Before you even realize it, one hand is reaching out for the torn edge of the mask, fingers itching to pull back the fabric and confirm every one of your horrible suspicions. They can't be the same—not the bane of your existence and half the reason you're still alive—but—

And then it happens again. The glitch. Pixels scrambling with radio static, television buzzing but in real life. Only for a second but just enough for you to watch Min blur in and out of reality the way he did during the fight. Enough for you to confirm that you weren't losing your mind then.

Though you just might be now.

To your horror, Min—Seungmin—what the fuck, did you bring Seungmin Kim back into your own bed, what the fuck—his eyes flutter. His lips part, just slightly. His breath catches.

You clap a hand over your own mouth, stifling something that feels half like a sob, half like a scream. And as Min's body shifts, his eyes starting to blink open, you do the only thing you can think to do.

Trembling fingers pull your mask over your face, and you jump out of the window.

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swiftyangx12 · 10 months

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🕷️The Adventures of Agent Arachnis!🕸️

[Ep. 1: Two Sides of the Universe]

[Valorant x Marvel]

[Synopsis]: Just your friendly Valorant agent who tries to balance both sides of the same coin.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[TW]: Some cursing, little violence, may be OOC with the characters

[(A/N)]: You can go back and check the first post about the Valorant x Marvel crossover.

[Earth-2020-2]

[Location: FRACTURE]

Arachnis: *Hiding at Site B and reloading their Frenzy* These Omega asses…

[Their Multiverse watch starts alarming the Spider Radiant, annoying them in the process.]

Arachnis: Oh my god. *Answers the call* What? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?

Miguel: Nice hearing from you, Arachnis.

Arachnis: Oh, O’Hara. I’m busy trying to save my world right now. What is it this time?

Miguel: Another variant leaked into your dimension and it’s moving fast.

Arachnis: What? Now? *Sighs* Guess I’m shooting it down then.

Miguel: Don’t. You barely managed to not kill off that Doc Ock variant from last time.

Arachnis: Right. Tore that bastard to pieces.

Miguel: Just trap the anomaly and bring it back to HQ.

Arachnis: Got it, boss.

Jett: Was that your boss, [Y/N]?

Arachnis: Yes and I’m starting to feel annoyed around him than fearing his existence lately.

Jett: He looks cute.

Arachnis: Excuse me? He’s built like a tarantula on steroids. *Spider senses triggered* It’s here.

[A portal opens in the sky, some unidentified object flew out and about to cause havoc.]

Phoenix: Uh guys?

Sage: Arachnis, I believe you have some business to take care of.

Arachnis: A Vulture variant? Get it distracted.

Jett: Will do! *Updrafts high enough to distract the Vulture* Over here, ugly! *Throws her kunai knives at it*

Vulture: *Barely dodges the attack* What are you doing?!

Arachnis: *Places their gun down and shoots web at the Vulture* Full spider mode! *Yanks themselves towards their enemy*

[The Spider Radiant first lands a punch at the Vulture and then kicks it down, falls ungratefully to the ground. Everyone tackles it down from escaping.]

Vulture: *Struggles to be released* Let go of me!

Arachnis: *Cocks their Frenzy* Uh uh! No way. You have wings, I have a gun ready to shoot your feathered-ass head.

Vulture: Do it! Shoot me!

Arachnis: *CLICK!*

Vulture: *Flinches* Oh my god, you were about to shoot me!

Sage: [Y/N].

Arachnis: I’m sorry. *Reloads the gun* But it needs to cooperate. Now, calm down and I’ll help send you back to your dimension. We’ll release you if cooperation is present. *Nods at their team*

[The Valorant agents cautiously release their bonds against the villain.]

Vulture: *Pushes everyone off* Finally! I’m free!

Arachnis: *Punches it out cold* Nope. *Encases it with the holographic trap*

《🕷️》

[Earth-928, Spider Society HQ]

Arachnis: *Drags in the unconscious Vulture variant* Anyone order chicken?

Miles: *Surprised* You took down the Vulture all by yourself?

Arachnis: Actually, my team aided me when we were on a mission at FRACTURE. Brimstone and everyone else are keeping this on the low so hopefully people back on Earth-2020-2 won’t mistaken these villains as Rogue Radiants.

Gwen: [Y/N], you sound concerned. Did something happen back in your dimension?

Arachnis: *Nods and shakily sighs* Non-Radiants called us freaks after the First Light and blamed our existence for the unnatural occurrences that happened. Some of us had to go low-profile and Radiant related crimes skyrocketed over the past months. Even Kingdom was under suspicion during those times while responsible for the Radianite development.

[Miles and Gwen look at each other with concern for their friend.]

《🕷️》

[Spider HQ-Lobby]

[Arachnis was alone watching old news clips of the Venice incident and other covers of the First Light on their phone.]

Arachnis: *Sighs in solemn*

Peter B. Parker: Hey [Y/N], why the long face?

Arachnis: Oh, Peter. It’s nothing. Just today I realized how much a disaster would be if I didn’t catch the Vulture.

Peter B. Parker: Gwen and Miles told me about your world’s history. *Sits next to them* Wanna talk about it?

Arachnis: *Shrugs* It’s only that I don’t want anymore people to misunderstand Radiants like me or others I care for. I still remember the first time I received my powers. Just me, working at my old job while minding my business until that event happened. I got so spooked that I jumped high enough to stick to the ceiling. Everybody around me freaked out and I had to flee away from the sight.

Peter B. Parker: Oh kid, I’m sorry you experienced that.

Mayday: *Crawls into Arachnis’s arms* *Looks up worried for them*

Arachnis: Oh Mayday… *Pushes the hair out of her face* I’ll be okay so don’t worry too much about me.

Peter B. Parker: Oh! How about this? Everyone tours around your world and show us a fun time. Maybe introduce us to your Valorant buddies.

Arachnis: Are you sure? My colleagues can be unpredictable at times.

Peter B. Parker: Come on. We dealt worst things on the job.

Arachnis: Alright. Don’t complain that I didn’t warn you.

《🕷️》

[Earth-2020-2, Valorant Protocol HQ]

Arachnis: Guys, this is my Valorant team.

Valorant Team: Hey/Sup!/Greetings/Hello!/Hi.

Arachnis: Team, these are my Spider colleagues.

Spider Gang: Hey/Sup!/Greetings/Hello!/Hi.

Brimstone: I hope you kids are treating them fairly and respectfully.

Miles: Of course, sir! They’re really amazing at their job and taught us so many things. Look! *Attempts to twirl a practice switchblade*

Arachnis: Yep. I’m an awesome instructor.

Pavitr: You should see how they sparred with our leader.

Hobie: Never knew the boss could fly.

Arachnis: I forgot to control my enhanced strength and I apologized to him after the session.

《🕷️》

[Everybody who was present at the base were getting along with Arachnis’s new colleagues.]

Reyna: Show us your fangs, araña~

Arachnis: Reyna, I don’t want to scare the kids.

Peter B. Parker: It’s fine. We see villains with fangs all the time.

Arachnis: You sure about that?

Peter B. Parker: *Nods*

Arachnis: *Sighs* *Carefully removes their mask and bares out their fangs leaking venom*

Peter B. Parker: *Taken aback* Whoa! You produce venom?!

Viper: They donate the venom to researchers for medical-graded anti-venom.

Arachnis: Turns out it’s CDC approved, despite the venom coming from me.

《🕷️》

[Earth-928, Spider-Man 2099’s office]

Miguel: Lyla, where’s the goober?

Lyla: You mean gizmo, right?

Arachnis: *Just arrived to drop off some papers* Everything alright, O’Hara?

Lyla: He can’t find his gizmo.

Miguel: Goober.

Arachnis: *Pulls out a hard drive* You mean this thing? *Tosses it up to his platform*

Miguel: *Catches it*

Arachnis: And who calls anything a goober? Should’ve been called a thing-a-ma-jig or something.

Miguel: *Confused* What?

Arachnis: I don’t know. My other colleague, KJ calls some things like that. If I didn’t fear you as much, I would’ve called you a goober for saying that word, Goober.

Lyla: Pfft Hahahaha!!! I like your style, [Y/N].

Miguel: *Rolls his eyes* Very funny. Anything more to say? “Tarantula on steroids”.

Arachnis: *Falls silent and squints at Miguel* …The call didn’t end, did it.

Miguel: That’s why the hard drive exists.

Arachnis: … *Shoots some web up and swings themselves to the platform* *Lands on platform and glares up at Miguel* Get rid of it.

Miguel: *Smile smugly* I don’t think so.

Arachnis: … *Cracks their knuckles*

《🕷️》

Jessica Drew: Miguel, there’s something you need to look into- *Looks up* What is going on here?

[Miguel and Arachnis were fighting while Lyla was recording the whole fight.]

Miguel: *Head-locking Arachnis while stretching out his arm away where he’s holding the hard drive* It’s not what it looks like.

Arachnis: *Elbows Miguel hard in his stomach*

Miguel: *Hunches forward in pain*

Arachnis: *Grabs the hard drive* He recorded early audio of me for no reason! *Gets tackled down*

Miguel: *Grabs it back* It’s classified.

Arachnis: *Grabs it back with their web* You could’ve end the call.

Miguel: *Picks them up from the ground*

Arachnis: *Internally panicking* Do I even weigh anything to you?

Miguel: No, it’s like holding a couple of grapes.

《🕷️》

[Earth 2020-2, Valorant Protocol HQ, Workshop]

[Arachnis, tweaking up their Web-Shooters and random thoughts occurred.]

Arachnis: “Don’t have thoughts of O’Hara. He’s nothing but an uptight, aggressive, emotionally unstable, traumatized Spider-Man variant. He’s not worth your time…”

[Arachnis then thinks of domming over him.]

Arachnis: FUCK!!!

Killjoy: *Startled* Arachnis, is everything okay?

Arachnis: No! I can’t stop imagining how to kick my boss’s ass!

[Nice save, [L/N].]

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the-library-of-wonderland · 2 years

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“Come Here,”

Raimi!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

☾ When your boyfriend’s side job of fighting crime caught up to him physically, you were there to pull him away from it. ★Fluff, Gender Neutral (describes you as elegant, but i think that’s still pretty neutral), Mentions of wounds, blood, fighting. I read over it, but there could be mistakes.

Having been busy balancing work, college, love, and crime-fighting, your boyfriend Peter found himself overwhelmed again. He always had trouble stopping himself, fighting and working until he reached his limit and had to be stopped by someone else.

That was where you currently found yourself, busy wrapping up his arm and stomach in bandages as he tiredly went on about his busy day fighting crime.

“And then the guy grabbed my arm and started to punch me with his other-“ You frowned as he went on, ”Pete, this is gonna hurt a bit” you warned, before wiping some alcohol on his wound to sterilize it. He squeezed your other hand slightly as you did so, giving you a pained smile when you looked at him in concern.

“I’m good, just stings a little,” he reassured you.

You started to bandage the gash on his torso, making sure to be gentle as to not hurt him. He smiled as he watched you work, taking in your features from where he laid on your couch. Your calm, focused, yet somehow still so elegant look in the face of his worrying wounds. He never understood how you were always so calm under pressure, especially when it involved his “double life”.

But that thought had been put aside when you finally broke down in tears in front of the hero for the first time, seeing him so beat up and bloody after a fight with Doc Ock had really set in that you may lose him one day. He thought is was only fair though, you had seen him break down in many ways, he finally saw you break down as well.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when you squeezed his hand, pulling him towards you.

“Come here, Pete. I was worried about you.”

The boy smiled as he sat up and laid his head on your lap, closing his eyes when you started to brush you hands through his messy brown locks.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting earlier, Honey. When duty calls I have to answer.” Peter sighed.

You giggled as you looked down at him, ”It’s alright, at least we can still see each other, even though you’re usually covered in bruises when we do.”

Peter laughed at your joke as he looked at you, reaching his hand up to cup one if your cheeks before pulling you down into a kiss. The kiss was sweet and short but left you just as breathless as the first kiss you had shared.

When you both finally pulled away there was still a strong blush running across both of your faces, causing you two to giggle at each other.

“Alright now Spidey, do you want to lay here and cuddle or go to bed and also cuddle?” you asked teasingly.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” Peter smiled. He sat up and grabbed your hand, leading you to your shared bedroom where you two could cuddle to your heart’s content.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for not posting in AGES, I’ve been having really bad writer’s block. I got motivation for this from randomly watching Spiderman 2 like a day or 2 ago so this was nice to do again!

#peter x reader #spider man no way home #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #raimi trilogy #spiderman raimi #tobey maguire #tobey!peter parker x reader #tobey peter parker

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naquey · 4 months

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I figured I might as well start a masterlist while I'm at it because I never really had one before, and don't exactly know how to write one. No better way to whack at it, am I right?

Hi! You an call me Naqe or N. I'm aspiring to be an author and have loved writing since I was in fifth grade. It has been my passion for as long as I've known. I write fanfiction as a hobby, and am in college! Surprisingly, I'm fairly new to tumblr despite writing fanfiction for a long time. I started out on Quotev and just recently moved to AO3 under the same name Naqe. I deeply enjoy the fandoms that I am in and the fandoms that I discover.

Basic request and ask ethics:

minors DNI (if you see the above banner on anything nsfw that i've written and you still interact. I will block you)

dms are open to anyone 18+ (im 20 an DO NOT want to be talking to a child for any reason)

don't be an asshole: INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO PROSHIPPING, BATCEST, OR INCEST (if i see you come to my page i will block your ass)

i will not write anything 18+ if asked {(only on my own accord) and even if I do, I use a place holder. No x readers}

no zenophobia, transphobia, homophobia

nothing pertaining to religions (think: religious themes) outside of black butler

i only write for male/gender neutral reader

nothing with yandere or mental illness (even if it isn't glorifying it)

Avatar The Last Airbender Batman Black Butler Ever After High Five Nights At Freddy's Genshin Impact Gravity Falls Harry Potter Marvel Monster High My Hero Academia Twisted Wonderland Nanbaka

[Atla]

-Sokka -Aang -Zukko -Toph -Katara -Uncle Iroh -Mai

[Batman]

-Bruce Wayne/Batman -Dick Grayson/Nightwing -Jason Todd/Red Hood -Tim Drake/Red Robin -Damian Wayne/Robin -Stephanie Brown/Spoiler -Cassandra Cain/Batgirl -Barbara Gordon/Oracle -Helena Wayne/Huntress -Ed Nygma/Riddler -Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin -Harley Quinn -Selena Kyle/Catwoman -Harvey Dent/ Two Face -Turner Haynes -Harper Row/Bluebird -Cullen Row -Duela Dent

[Black Butler]

-Sebastian Michaelis -Ciel Phantomhive -Grell Sutcliff -William T. Spears -Ronald Knox -Undertaker -Madame Red -Bardroy -Finny -Mey-Rin -Gregory Violet -Lawrence Bluer -Herman Greenhill -Edgar Redmond -Vincent Phantomhive -Blavat Sky -Joker -Dagger -Snake

[Ever After High]

-Raven Queen -Madeline Hatter -Lizzie Hearts -Cerise Hood -Darling Charming -Apple White -Daring Charming -Dexter Charming -Hopper Croakington -Hunter Huntsman -Ashlynn Ella -Briar Beauty -Chase Redmond -Sparrow Hood -Duchess Swan -Humphrey Dumpty

[FNAF]

-Mike Schmidt -William Afton -Ness

[Genshin Impact]

-Raiden Shogun -Tighnari -Kuki Shinobu -Neuvillette -Kamisato Ayaka -Kamisato Ayato -Thoma -Kaveh -Kaeya -Alberich -Lisa -Amber -Lumine -Aether -Zhongli -Furina -Venti -Diluc -Rosaria -Keqing -Itto -Kaedhara Kazuha -Shikanoin Heizou -Layla

[Gravity Falls]

-Dipper Pines -Mabel Pines -Bill Cipher -Stanley Pines -Stanford Pines -Robbie Valentino -Thompkins -Soos Ramirez

[Harry Potter]

-Neville Longbottom -Harry Potter -Ron Weasley -Fred Weasley -George Weasley -Hermione Granger -Luna Lovegood -Remus -Lupin -Sirius Black -James Potter -Severus Snape -Regulus Black

[Marvel]

-Spiderman -Doc Ock -Silver Surfer -Loki -Thor -Deadpool

[Monster High]

-Frankie Stein -Deuce Gorgon -Clawd Wolf -Cleo DeNile -Draculara -Clawdeen Wolf -Abbey Bominable -Twyla Boogeyman -Torelai Stripe -Ghoulia Yelps -Holt Hyde -Jackson Jekyll -Manny Taur -Venus McFlytrap -Rochell Goyle -Garrot DuRoque -Robecca Steam -Sparky -Hexiciah Steam

[My Hero Academia]

-Izuku Midoriya -Iida Tenya -Uraraka Ochaco -Bakugou Katsuki -Shinsou Hitoshi -Touya Todoroki -Twice -Mr. Compress -Toga Himiko -Magne -Shigaraki Tomura -Spinner -Overhaul -Hawks -Takeshita

[Twisted Wonderland]

-Cater Diamond -Riddle Rosenheart -Ace Trappola -Deuce Spade -Trey Clover -Idia Shroud -Malleus Draconia -Lilia Vanrouge

[Nanbaka]

-Hajime Sugoroku -Samon Gokuu -Enki Gokuu -Kenshirou Yozakura -Mitsuru Hitokoe -Rorotto -Kiji Mitsuba -Damian -Nijimasu Nanairo -Yamada Orochi -Koisuke Kyuubi -Uno -Rock -Nico -Jyuugo -Honey -Trois -Aki -Haru -Musashi -Liang -Qi -Upa -Hakushaku -Tengu Murakami -Tsukumo -Fuji-san -Kusatsu -Ikkaku -Kojiro -Isou -Kujaku -Mei Yomidou -Ido Yomidou -Chimney -Hell -Tauro Twister -Taura Twister

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Eddie Baby (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

Gotham Frights (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

Sickness is Green (Kaveh x reader)

Business (Diluc/Li Jing)

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

Did You Hear About That Mother (Roan Goldfinch & Walburga Black)

The Eagle and Her Prey (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Last Night (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Kiss (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

A Thousand Years (Remus Lupin/Cassander Lyall)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Crime Down 10 (Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot x reader)

[Black Butler]

One Of A Kind (Ocs x reader)

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

The Black Family (personal fanon)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

Entrusted To You [Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji]

Meet the Character [about ocs]

Star Wars; Purged [Star Wars]

source: cafekitsune

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lovemoone · 7 months

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༻✦; w e l c o m e ✦;༺

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

✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ 𓃠𓃠𓃠𓃠 ∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❥; ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀʏ↶

♡Currently writing for♡

Marvel

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

Baldur’s Gate 3

Lae’zel

Shadowheart

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Karlach

Halsin

#lovemoone #information post

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goldenbluehour · 2 years

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Welcome to our blog?

We two random people have decided to form this group project where we write drabbles and oneshots for a variety of fandoms that we are both in.

You can request for one of us in particular to write a work, if you feel so inclined.

Requests for Gold: O P E N !

Requests for Blue: oPeN

More information about the fandoms and characters we write for below the cut!

GOLD(he/they)

Writes for: M/M, N/N, N/M, F/M, male reader and gender neutral reader, smut, fluff, angst, second and third person.

Characters/Fandoms:

Peter Parker (MCU)

Moon Knight (MCU)

DBH

Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022)

Our life: beginnings and always

Miraculous ladybug

The Arcana

Doki Doki Literature Club

Demon slayer

Doctor Strange (MCU)

Eddie Brock (MCU)

Euphoria

Genshin Impact

BLUE (he/him)

Writes for: M/M, N/M, N/N, x male reader, x gender-neutral reader, character x character, first person, second person, third person, angst, fluff, crack, smut (possibly)

Characters/Fandoms:

Marvel:

Peter Parker (comics, PS4, Noir, Spider-Verse, MCU, general)

Wade Wilson (comics, general)

Matt Murdock (comics)

Johnny Storm (comics, general)

Tony Stark (general)

Wolverine (comics)

Loki (general)

Superior Sinister Six (Boomerang, Shocker, Hydro-Man, Speed Demon, Beetle, Beetle (yes both of them)) (comics)

Original Sinister Six (Electro, Doc Ock, Mysterio, Kraven, Chameleon, the other guy)

Kurt Wagner (comics)

Victor Von Doom (comics)

Frank Castle (comics, general)

Eddie Brock (comics)

Dead By Daylight

Detroit: Become Human

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imagine-a-dream · 2 years

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Being in relationships with Otto Octavius/Doc Ock headcanons.

📖 Otto Octavius

He is the softest man. Honestly, Otto is literally the human equivalent of a marshmallow.

He can be serious and even stern sometimes, especially at work. But one soft look from you and a smile aimed at him, and he's nothing more than a putty in your hands.

He will absolutely shower you with compliments, kisses, touches, and small and meaningful gifts.

He’s a generous man, be it in the field of affection or gifts. He will never hide from showing his love, both in public and in private.

But if you’re not comfortable with PDA, he’ll be understanding. He would hate to make you uncomfortable in any way, so he’s honestly content with just holding your hand. Anything is alright with him.

As much as he loves you and puts you first, he’s a man of science and his work is very important to him, so occasionally he can be late or even not come home for a few days.

But he will always make it up to you.

Lots of extremely romantic dates. He’s a scientist and proud of his mostly practical mind, but boy is he a huge sap!

And if you organize a date, especially if you buy him something and give him flowers, add a flirty comment or two, and he’s a mess.

He’s almost embarrassed about how hard he blushes from such a simple act, especially at his age, but your kiss can help with that.

Speaking of his age, if there’s an age gap between you, he might feel self-conscious sometimes. But he’s not one to dwell on misery and self destruction. If you say you don’t care about any of this and you love him just the way he is, he’s alright with it, too.

He trusts you.

And because of that, he’s not that jealous if he sees someone flirting with you or just paying you attention. He knows you can handle yourself and is sure of your love.

The only reason he would interfere in the scene is if the person made you uncomfortable.

He is protective a bit, but all in a good way.

If someone disrespects you in any way (even if it’s a member of your family), he will be sure to put the person in their place. calmly and without any hesitation, but with such dominance that it leaves no room (and no desire for that person) for arguments.

He is the best at comforting. He’d make hot chocolate or any beverage of your liking that makes you feel warm, put on your favorite TV show/movie/programm, pull over a weighted blanket, and cuddle you until you feel better. All while giving you kisses and rubbing your arms or back.

If you needed comfort in public, he would lock you in his embrace, practically shielding you from the world. He would make you laugh with light teasing, playful flirting, and funny anecdotes.

Otto would support anything you do, say, or even think. He genuinely enjoys listening to you and all of your ideas and thoughts about all kinds of matters.

And watching you create something… It’s just as marvelous as when you watch him do his things.

Even if you think your work didn’t turn out that well, he’ll honestly think this is a masterpiece.

(If you craft something, he will secretly steal one of your works to put it in his office, along with your photo. It never fails to brighten up his mood, especially so when he’s stuck with something or too tired).

He is a passionate man and loves his work very hard (but not more than you, of course). So he sometimes gets so caught up in it that he forgets to take care of himself.You have to remind him to eat and get enough sleep.

All in all, it's a very healthy relationship when both of you respect each other and love endlessly.

You would be a sickeningly sweet couple!

🐙 Doc Ock

He is a bastard.

He'll flirt and sass his way into anything (and trouble as well), and that’s how he wormed his way into your heart. And into your panties…

This man has no rest whatsoever and won’t let you have it either.

He’s just as dedicated to the work as before, if not more so now.

But he will still always find time for you.

Which means breaking into your house in the middle of the night, giving you no rest before work/classes.

You've ended up late more times than you’re willing to admit, but Doc always tells you not to worry about it. If you struggle with money, he’ll get some. Anything so you'd be happy.

(You had to talk him out of it more times than you’d like, honestly.)

So. Much. Confidence. He’s the definition of this word.

He’s so confident he doesn’t get jealous. He doesn't think you would ever look at someone else when you have him (it’s more because of his ego than his trust in you).

But if some poor idiot chooses to flirt with you in his presence?

His protective side turns possessive, and things go south pretty quickly.

He won’t hesitate and definitely won’t regret punching and strangling this person. Just to teach them a lesson.

You’re his, in every way.

But even if he can be possessive and even slightly aggressive sometimes, he has a strict rule with his tentacles: you’re out of harm's way. You’re untouchable.

He would never forgive himself if he hurt you in any way. Feelings count as well.

He’s so in love with you and so grateful that you stuck with him, even when he’s a monster. He’ll literally kill anyone for you. And if you’re against it, he will settle for pampering you in any way he can.

His life as a criminal doesn’t let you two have public dates as you would before, but you can still have cute home dates.

And it almost always leads to some steamy activity ;)

He’s even less concerned with taking care of himself now, forgetting all about the rest, food, and even showering sometimes.

He would hate it if you babyed him, so you have to find a way for him to accept your care.

Once everything is settled, Otto will officially "introduce" you to his children. At first, you were hesitant to accept them into your life, but with time, you kind of started to like them. (Especially the way they spiced up your personal life.)

He absolutely will manhandle you from time to time, even "kidnapping" you from your work/classes only to drag you on a date.

You’d complain a little and roll your eyes, but his knowing and cocky smirk makes you melt every time without fail.

Spider-man would try to "save" you a couple of times, but when he learns that you’re not a victim of kidnapping, but very much a supervillain's significant other, he’s confused. But he just let you two be.

(Not without a promise from you that if anything happens, you will call for him. It offends Ock, and you have to get him away from the bug-man before he starts to throw fists again)

You know that he would never hurt you. They will never hurt you.

Since the accident, his temper has shortened and he can get angry pretty quickly. If he snaps at you for some reason, he will apologize for his outburst after he cools down and reasons with his children.

(And always make it up to you)

His back and head are in constant pain, as are his eyes. So since he can’t really go shopping, you’re the one who buys the medications (and makes him take them when the pain is unbearable).

He would probably learn how to sew at some point, just to create more clothes that would feel comfortable with his extra limbs.

The actuators are kind of your children now too. They let you pet them and even talk to you, mostly through Doc (but you found a way to understand their chirping and clicking).

They are really great helpers. You even learn their names and try to call them by them so they feel included in your life.

It’s not an ordinary family, and Doc is far from an ordinary man, but it’s the best one you could have asked for.

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#Otto Octavius #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #doc ock x reader #Spider Man 2 #Otto Octavius headcanons #Doc Ock headcanons #spider man no way home #plus size reader #gender neutral reader

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doopdevil · 2 years

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otto octavius x g.n.!reader | happy birthday, baby

MASTERLIST

warnings: cursing ; birthdays ; surprise ; overall fluffs and goofs

pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral reader

word count: 1,168

summary: birthdays were never a big thing in otto’s life. the day could pass by and he wouldn’t give it a thought. well, at least until you were there to remind him.

a/n: literally saw it was his birthday and went on autopilot. the speed of light has nothing on me. enjoy!

Octavius was never one for birthdays. With a childhood as bleak as his; birthdays grew into a forgetful date that wasn’t vital enough to cherish. He’s skipped the day more times than he could count. During his life as a nuclear physicist, he hardly had the time for such frivolous activities; and he certainly lacks the time now as a criminal. So waking up today he presumed he would go about as he normally would on a day of such as this; greet you and eat breakfast; work on his research, and finally drift into a blissful state of relaxation as he joins you for dinner. After he would work you’d always pamper him, chiding him to rest up (and spend some time with you.) You were certainly a source of light in his turbulent life.

Reaching up and off of your shared bed with a groan, he was confused. You’d normally be in bed right alongside him, snug in his soft arms lost in sleep. Otto usually got up now to make breakfast for the two of you (as per your little routine, you would make dinner for the day.) But it seems you were already awake.

You frantically set the table, knowing your boyfriend would be up soon. He better not walk in on you in a state of frenzy, groggy from the early hour but rushing nonetheless. After you placed the coffees down, you stepped back to assess your work. A bountiful breakfast, comprised of Otto’s favorite foods to start his day off. Once he was finished in the lab, you would unveil a cozy, quiet dinner for just the two of you, and your night would be concluded with a little cake you made and some light reading. Today, your goal was to give him everything you believed he deserved.

The bedroom door suddenly opened with a creak, followed by gradually less faint footsteps. He was here! Shit! You had a party hat for this and it was nowhere in the vicinity. Unfortunately - you’d have to bear without it.

Otto’s interest was piqued the second he saw what you had prepared. You made breakfast. For him? A smile formed on his lips as he looked at what you’d done for him. A surprise it was indeed, considering you were definitely not a morning person. But it seemed you were willing to be for him.

“Honey! Hi!” You greeted him with a tight hug.

He was speechless but smiling as you took his hand.

“Enjoy. It was the least I could do for your special day!”

What? Otto had now descended into a state of panic. Did he miss an anniversary of yours? A holiday perhaps? He did not want a repeat of him missing Valentine’s day. Your heartbroken demeanor was enough to tear the big bad villain apart. He had to know now.

“Apologies darling,” he paused, “But what is today?”

You had nearly imploded. It luckily wasn’t obvious to the man in front of you. Otto Octavius, your boyfriend, forgot his birthday. Well, you thought, if anyone could forget their own birthday, it would be him. Your lips became a frown as you realized why. From what he’s told you, he was definitely not a man used to enjoyable birthdays. And now you were determined to change that.

“Nothing particular. I just wanted to see you smile.” you mustered. For this plan to work you had to be sneaky. All of your previous preparations had to be modified as soon as possible. Surprising this man at dinner was now your top priority.

He felt himself blush at your words.

“All of this… for me? Y/N, thank you.” he was delightfully surprised. You truly were the sweetest, he thought as he pressed his lips to yours quickly.

“Of course. So, tell me about your day.” you went.

As he explained the status of his research, you struggled to hold back your grin. The man in front of you had no idea what waited for him once dinner would arrive.

When he left his office exhausted and in need of sustenance, there you were with another wonderful meal. His favorite foods lay on the table, fresh and hot out of the oven.

“You’re just in time!” you exclaimed.

“Someone’s been watching a little too much Food Network.” he chuckled.

He desperately attempted to regain his composure as his chestnut eyes scanned the room. This was wonderful. Your dining room was accompanied by the warm, low light of candles, illuminating the spotlessness of the room itself. You had outdone yourself today and once again he began to worry. If he actually missed an anniversary of yours, was this a trap luring him into the truth and ultimately, your fury? No, he knew you. This was too sweet and genuine to be the contrary, and he knew you wouldn’t wake up so early to make a point. Something else was going on though, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

“This is incredible, dear. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Otto.” you smiled. He had no fucking idea.

As the two of you ate dinner and talked about your respective days, you progressively grew more restless. You couldn’t keep this secret for too long. It was too good, too important to bear. While he handled the dishes, you prepared the living room. For a surprise, it wasn’t anything crazy. Your couch was simply blanketed in soft pillows and quilts, resting alongside a pile of books. In front of the couch was the cake, a small, simple cake the two of you could share after your dinner. When you heard the sink turn off with a squeak, you quickly got a candle ready.

All you would have to do is wait.

Otto went to follow you with a sigh. He still had no idea what was going on. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate what you’d done for him, he absolutely loved it. But something was missing.

His eyes grew wide as he entered the living room. There you sat, comfy within piles of blankets holding a plate of cake. As he walked towards you, he could make out the words written in frosting: “Happy birthday, Otto!” In an attempt to speak he merely held a long gasp. Not only was he once again delighted by your affections, but he had forgotten his own damn birthday. Underneath all of the butterflies he felt at that moment, he had to admit he was a tad embarrassed.

“It took you long enough,” you smiled.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you whispered, giving him a tight hug and prompt kiss.

“Now c’mon, blow out the candle! Let’s get cozy already!”

Eager to join you on the couch, he softly blew out the candle. He proceeded to wrap his arms around you as quickly as possible, burrowing his head into your shoulder with a muffled ‘thank you.’ This was a dream for him, and he would savor every second of it.

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softforfourmetalarms · 2 years

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Massage

Getting home after a long, hard day fighting crime, you just want to lay back and unwind. Of course, some asshole in a trench coat has to unravel your best laid plans.

Doctor Otto Octavious x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 3021

Warnings: Smut ahead, pinned by metal tentacles, uncontrolled display of emotions, other things I’m too tired to think of at the moment but will add if anyone needs me to.

Your door slams as you slump back against it. "Fuck," you groan, nearly sliding down. It had been one hell of a day; it seemed like everyone and their dog knew Spiderman was out of town and decided to play. Between Green Goblin in the morning, a lunch date with Rhino, and an evening with Morbius, you are completely and totally exhausted.

Now, all you want to do is reheat some pizza, shower, and go to bed.

Your brain is so fuzzy, so out of focus, you realize you're not alone, a split second too late. Before you can move, each of your limbs is pinned to the door. Your eyes twitch in frustration. Honestly, at this point, you don't have the energy to care that the bastard holding you is seeing you without your mask, or that he apparently knows where you live.

"What's going on, Doc?" you ask conversationally, as if you aren't being held up by one of New York's most infamous.

"Well, darling," he responds, stepping closer, leaving only a couple of inches between you. "I heard you had quite the day, and I just wanted to check up on you."

Looking up at him, you’re once again struck with just how attractive this asshole is, and if your inappropriate crush on him is bad enough as is, he’s not wearing a shirt, again.

Even with his sardonic smirk, you hear the sincerity in his voice, and it makes your chin tremble. If you had to be tracked down by anyone, you were glad it was him. Fighting with him always felt more like a dance, the banter you shared being far more flirty than adversarial.

Tone dropping, you start teasing, "Oh Doc, are you worried about little ol’ me?"

A serious expression overtakes his face as he takes a step forward, slowly peeling off his leather gloves. You try to pull away as he reaches for your face, not afraid of him hurting you, but terrified of how you'll react to the soft touch.

His fingertips ghost over your cheeks before his palm came to rest there. He pulls off his sunglasses, eyes drilling into yours. It hits you that this is the first time you've seen his eyes. They're beautiful, you think to yourself, before they blur out of sight.

Your name, your real name is a whisper on his lips. “Are you okay?”

A moment of panic overtakes you, but as freaked out as you should be, the primary emotion hitting you is relief. There is no need for you to hide from this man, he’s seen you, hell, he’s fought you, at your worst, and yet here he is. Comforting you, in a way no one else has any chance of doing. Hating yourself, but unable to stop, sobs rip from your chest. You almost wish he was attacking you, you would be able to fight back, but against his tenderness, you were defenseless.

The appendages trapping you let go. Suddenly, very warm, very human arms take their place. Without thought, you slip your hands under his coat, arms wrapping around him. Your fingers graze the metal on his back briefly before you move them away.

It’s only when you have time to think about it later that you realize how vulnerable he was making himself for you. You can’t help but think about how easy it would have been to completely inconpacitate him. At that time, he was answering your emotional vulnerability with his very body, and looking back on that moment, you can only shake your head at how oblivious you were to not only your feelings, but his as well.

Holding you tight, he carries you to your bed. You feel him pause to kick off his boots before shrugging out of his coat. Sitting with some help, he cradles you; one hand keeping your head pressed against his neck, several others rubbing your back, arms, and legs. You wrap yourself around him, soaking up all the affection you can.

His soft voice catches your attention and helps you calm. "There were bells, on the hills, but I never heard them ringing. No I never heard them at all, till there was you."

Pulling back, you give him an incredulous look. "Is that... Is that from the Music Man?"

Instead of answering, he gives you his signature smirk. "Welcome back, love."

Sudden realization hits, and for the first time that evening, you register the fact that you are sitting in Doctor Otto Octavius' lap. Your body stiffens, shock freezing you in place.

He feels this, of course, and you know he must feel you start to tremble when he draws you closer. How fucking miserable is your life if the first person you’ve ever let see you cry is the same guy you brawl with on a biweekly basis? That while you never let any of the truly decent people you’ve dated in the past see your real emotions, this man broke in and demanded them. To top it all off, he sang a goddamn Broadway show tune to help you calm down, a love ballad at that.

"Why so tense?" he whispers against your ear. "Are you feeling sore? Do you need a full body massage?"

A less than dignified squeak escapes you before you can stop it. Wicked amusement burns in his, admittedly lovely, brown eyes, and you feel a visceral need to beat him at his own game.

Raising your arms, you lean back, as much as the position will allow, stretching your back. You watch his gaze track your movement.

"You know, Doc," you groan in your most sultry tone. "Some of my muscles are feeling incredibly tight, maybe I could use a deep tissue massage. I need someone to get really deep in there, do you think you could handle it?"

Knowing how your teasing games always pan out, you're sure he's about to roll you off him and bolt. His poker face is impressive, but as you watch, a flush creeps up his neck, so you know you're about to win.

The one thing you don't take into account, however, is that your flirtatious dance has been spinning on for weeks now, and even the seemingly unflappable Otto Octavia has his limits.

One second you're biting your lip on a little smirk, the next your face is smashed into your pillow, once again pinned spread eagle, a sturdy weight settled on your ass.

"What the fuck?!" you try to scream, completely caught off guard. His body drapes over yours, hands gliding up your back and down your arms. When he reaches your hands, the claws holding them retract, leaving you pinned by just the man himself, and yeah, you’re strong enough to throw him off, but he’s really taken you off your game.

"You said you wanted a massage," he whispers, breath caressing your ear. "All you have to do is say yes. Tell me you want me to touch you, tell me you want this too." Damn him. It would be so much easier if he asked you to say no, then you'd just have to keep quiet, consent implied. No, he wants the words, so he knows this is what you really want, so you can't deny it later. You know there will be no going back. The internal argument stretches out, until his sad sigh catches your attention.

Before he can pull away you say, "Please." Turning your head as much as you can, you look him in the eye. "I want this. I want you."

Soft lips touch the back of your neck. "Tell me what you want, exactly, no hiding behind vagueness."

You groan into a pillow, preparing yourself for what is coming. He’s really not leaving you any kind of safety blanket. There will be no lying to yourself if you regret this in the morning, which, yeah, is healthier, but it sure as hell isn’t easier.

Taking a deep breath, you say, "I want to feel your hands, all of them, all over my body. I want your body on mine, and I want to do the same to you. Then when we're ready, I want you inside me."

His breath fans against your ear and he purrs," As you wish, love."

Between the two of you, you were naked in a matter of seconds, and your clothes were still intact. You tell him where you had some lotion, and while he gets comfortable, straddling your hips, one of his extra arms grabs the cream.

The whole situation is so crazy that you don’t even fully comprehend the fact that you’re laying naked in a bed with a man who’s never seen your face before today. While it’s absurd enough in concept, what shocks you even more is that none of your usual self consciousness is making an appearance. A vague voice in the back of your mind wonders if this is all a hallucination brought on by exhaustion, but even if it is, you’re not going to do anything that might make it disappear. No, this is one dream you won’t let go.

Arms hugging your pillow, you surrender to his touch. He starts by warming the lotion in his palms before spreading it all over your back and shoulders. You assume he's going to start digging in, but he surprises you when he drags his hands over your ass and down your legs. You glance back at him and find his face to be a mask of concentration. Biting your lip on a smile, you bury your face in the pillow and let the feel of his hands become the center of your world.

He starts at your feet, his fingers dig and rub, clawed arms gently caressing your upper thighs. The differences in the textures of his hands is sensational and it forces your mind to stay focused on the reality of the situation, after all, there’s no one else on Earth who has hands like these.

As he moves up to your calves, his metalic claws start massaging the crease where your thighs meet your ass, and a little higher. Wanting him to know just how good he is, you don't even try to hide your moans and gasps.

Your mind wanders as he continues his deliberate climb up your body. Though you're brought right back when he's human hands reach your upper thighs. The tips of fingers tease your inner thighs, making you wish you could spread them. You try to twist your hips, trying to get some friction to your pelvis, but his weight won’t allow it.

He lets out an appreciative growl as he squeezes the globes of your ass. Before digging in, he gave each cheek a not so gentle smack. The heat of the spanks sinking deep, making you all the more sensitive. It amazes you just how great his fingers feel.

All too soon, he moves off your ass, slowly making his way up your back. Several times, he manages to pop a couple vertebrae, eliciting damn near pornographic moans and groans and squeals. The further up he gets, the better you can feel his member.

You try to sneak one hand to your pelvis, hoping to relieve some tension, but he catches you and traps your hand by your head.

"Uh-uh," he teases. "You're on my time now, love. We’re going at my pace."

While your back unwinds, knots loosening, muscles in your pelvis tighten. It's a strange dichotomy that has your head spinning, half of you peaceful and languid from his ministrations, the other screaming for more.

Metal tendrils glide from your neck up to your fingertips. Warm lips brush the back of your neck. He works his way over to your ear, planting kisses along the way.

“Are you ready?" he purrs.

A quick nod and a squeaky "Yes," are your response.

With a growl, he bites down on the side of your neck, the sudden ferocity catching you off guard, and making you wonder just how much he's been holding himself back. He soothes his mark with caresses of lips and tongue, before pulling himself away.

He spreads your knees apart before settling between them. A cool liquid dribbles between your cheeks. Moans and whines pour from you as he massages you in a whole new way, working the lube deep inside while also stretching you out. When you try to move your hips in tin with his ministrations, he delivers a hard and sharp slap to your ass, fingers digging in and clenching, holding you still and drawing out the pain. The pain swirls with the pleasure, flooding your mind with indescribable feelings.

With your arousal helping immensely, he quickly works his way up to having three fingers buried inside you. There's a slight stinging burn since it's been so long for you, and it makes you want more.

"Please, please," you babble with no shame. "I want you inside me. Please, please, please, please."

He chuckles slightly before pulling out, leaving you feeling empty. The sound of foil ripping open reaches you seconds before more lube is drizzled down your crack. Instead of a warm hand spreading it around, this time it's cold metal. It feels so cool against your heated flesh, and that just makes you burn hotter.

Finally, his hands find your hips, but one quickly disappears again as you feel his cock start to glide against you.

You hide your face in the bed as he starts to tease you. He drags his member all over your crease, with just enough pressure to know he's there. Every time he passes over your entrance, he pauses, making you wonder if this is it, but then he continues on, driving you insane.

Unable to take it any more, you beg, "Please, Otto, please! Fack me!"

That seems to do the trick, because in a matter of seconds, he's there, pressing into you, and, like always, he takes you by surprise.

Instead of slamming into you, he's oh so slow and methodical. His thrusts aren't the deep ravaging you expected, no, they're purposeful, a slow exploration. The amount of control he's displaying would amaze you at any other time, but right now, when you're so desperate for friction that you’re tempted to use your superhuman strength to take control, you are on the verge of screaming for him to get on with it. You try to shift against him, but the position he has you in won't let you.

Centimeter by centimeter grows into inch by inch, and the further he presses in, the faster he thrusts, the harder his hips slam. He pauses when he gets himself fully seated, the weight of his body draping over yours.

Swirling his hips, Otto begins to pepper kisses and nips along your neck and jaw. His hands clutch yours over head, fingers twining.

"Oh Otto," you moan, the intimacy of the moment overtaking you. Eyes rolling back, you surrender to the feelings coursing through you. For god's sake, this man is one of your worst enemies, and yet, here he is, holding you more tenderly than anyone ever has, taking care of you in a, dare you say, loving way.

"Oh god," you gasp.

He lets out a sudden, irritated growl, and pulls away.

"Hey-Eek!" your protest is quickly cut off as your back hits the mattress faster than you can even comprehend that he was turning you over. Before you can ask, he's back inside you.

"I will be looking in your eyes when you climax,” he pants, once again gripping your hands.

Overcome with emotions, you lean up, capturing his lips. You pour all your feelings into the kiss as he starts to roll his hips again. Taking advantage of the new position, you wrap your legs around his waist. Everything this man is doing is so far beyond not only your past sexual encounters, he's even better than most of your fantasies too.

As your tongues engage in what can only be referred to as a duel, two of his metallic arms make their way to your chest, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat of your joined bodies. Even as your mind tries to conjure images of all the destruction the claws have caused, you force them away. Yes, they could be dangerous, downright deadly, but the gentleness with which he's using them to play with your nipples speaks for itself.

The pleasure and pressure continue to build as the sensation of him grinding against you brings you closer and closer to the edge. Unable to take any more, you pull your lips from his.

Your breaths are shallow and quick and you want to claw your fingers into his back. Instead, you settle for clenching down on his hand.

"Are you close?" he asks, voice husky. A nod is the only response you're capable of. "Look at me, love.”

You shake your head, opening your eyes would be a Herculean task. A large, warm hand rests against your cheek.

"Please, love," the gentle voice is laced with command, and you can't deny him.

When your eyes meet his warm brown ones, your soul melts. There is no coming back from this, and you can see that it is the same for him.

Leaning in again, he nips at your bottom lip as his pelvis slams into yours.

"Ahhh," you squeal. "Otto, uh Otto!"

"Love," he groans, "Cum for me."

For the first time since you met him, you don't even try to fight him. Your back arches off the mattress and your cry of pleasure is lost in his neck. His yell follows about ten seconds and some rapid movement later.

Instead of dropping down like you're expecting, he's held aloft, until his arms wrap around you.

Now you're wrapped in his arms, head tucked in his neck, fingers playing with the hair on his chest. No words are spoken, both of you lost in your own worlds, but neither one willing to let the other go.

#Doc Ock #Doctor Octopus #doc ock x reader #doc ock x oc #gender neutral reader #when i first started editing it was just over 2400 words #now i really need a massage #but no sexy older man to give it too me #my writing #first doc ock fic #please be kind

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