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auroracalisto · 1 year

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runs in the family

dad!otto octavius x gn!offspring!reader, 1.5k words tw: gn!reader, reader grows up thinking they don't have a dad, cussing, au!! doc has his arms and has his accident, but everyone lived and spiderman saved him because i said so. unnamed mother character. reader is said to be around 18. a/n: i am not a scientist. i literally took a cooking biology class in college so i have no idea what a lot of the scientific terminology is, unless i try to remember from my high school sciences. please bear with me. LMAO. this was requested by @loreoflemons—sorry it took me so long to get it done, but i hope it lives up to your expectations! also, thanks to @yn-ymn-yln for being my first reader <33

A father.

You had an actual father, and as much as your mother inadvertently tried to keep that hidden, it had come to light. Or rather, you found evidence, and then you made an effort to actually prove it.

The birth certificate you clutched in hand was enough to make your mother panic as she searched for the right thing to say, but you understood her well enough. As much as you wanted to be angry, you knew that she kept it secret to keep you safe, especially in recent years.

"I want to meet him," you said, staring her down as she stood there, gaping at you.

She hesitantly nodded, and you couldn't help your smile. She understood.

The day had finally come in which her worst fears would be recognized—but you were taking this far better than she had imagined, and she was grateful for it.

You had always known you had a father, but never did you think it would be someone like him.

Your mother almost hated that it was him.

He was an intimidating man, with his degrees and lumbering stature. The mechanical arms protruding from his back did little to douse the overwhelming feeling that your father was indeed none other than Doc Ock.

His accident had set him back years on his revolutionary work, but he bounced back from it with the help of his wife and those who had worked with him. Had Spider-Man not been there in his time of need, it's possible that he could have turned for the worse.

But despite his injuries, he didn't stop. He had a world to help, and the addition of these arms only proved to be beneficial.

That was nearly two weeks ago.

You stood in front of the laboratory door, paper with directions scribbled on them clutched in hand.

This was it. You were going to meet him.

What would he even say? It's not like you even knew if he would be in today. Your mother didn't have his number—it was a one-night stand, as she so kindly put it. They never exchanged emails, or addresses, or anything else you might have thought to mention. You only knew where he worked because of the mass number of newspapers that acknowledged his wondrous achievements.

You took in a deep breath and knocked rapidly on the door, eyes squeezing shut as you waited for an answer.

A short, "It's open!" was shouted, and you immediately walked in. Your eyes darted from each lab station. They each laid empty, save for the very last one where he sat, peering into a microscope.

The man pulled back, eyes settling on you. Confusion became him as he tilted his head, sitting his pen down as he did so.

"May I help you?"

His voice was far kinder than you had envisioned.

"Yeah," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. The thought of that being too brash ran through your mind. Quickly, you uncrossed your arms, awkwardly standing in the middle of the laboratory like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. "I, uh, you're Doc Ock, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Octavius, but yes. I do suppose my reputation precedes me, hm?"

"Yeah, it does," you said, clearing your throat. You hesitantly pulled on a smile, realizing that this was far more intimidating than you had wanted it to be.

Your mother had warned you that this wouldn't be easy. Maybe you should have just brought her along and let the doctor put two and two together?

That would have been so fucking awkward. You would have rather died on the spot.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. The young teenager standing in the middle of his laboratory had managed to bypass all the other lab techs and doctors who roamed the hallways. Why were you even here? Were you friends with Peter? You couldn't have been older than twenty if even that.

"No, I just..." You paused. You just needed to tell him. He would understand. It wasn't rocket science—you were his kid. You had the proof in your bag if you needed it. "Doctor Octavius, you're my dad."

His lips parted as he went to speak, but no sound came out. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from his seat, mechanical arms frozen behind him.

"What?"

"Yeah... you know, eighteen years ago, you had a fling with my mom. She disappeared afterward, and then she had me less than a year later."

"And you believe I'm your father?"

"She put you on my birth certificate," you said, rummaging around in your bag for it. You told him your mother's name, and as you pulled out the piece of official documentation, realization struck him where he stood.

"You're her kid?" he began, a smile beginning to form. "You're my kid?"

You held out the birth certificate to him, but made no move to walk closer to him. He came over to look, his smile only growing.

"You really—you really are!"

He had always dreamed about having a child with his dear Rosie, even if she were unable to bear her own—she would be in for an earful when he went home that night. He hoped she'd take the news well (though he knew that she would; she was the love of his life, after all).

"You—we must talk," he began. "I'm sure I have so much to catch up on."

Your features softened and you began to smile yourself. This had gone far smoother than you believed it would.

"A hell of a lot, Doc."

You found yourself in the laboratory once more, staying out of the way of the lab techs who ran around, trying to finish up for the day. In the past month or so, you'd been in there at least twice a week, catching up with your father. You had years to talk about, after all.

Otto had planned on leaving far sooner that evening, and yet, he sat at his desk, clear glass vials sitting in front of him. Most had been filled, each with a combination of chemicals that just wasn't working for what he needed.

You leaned back in your chair, foot kicking the edge of the table you were near. A bag of jelly beans sat beside of a can of your favorite drink. Had you known you would have been here for this long, you would've just picked something up for you and Otto. At least then he wouldn't have had to worry about anything.

Takeout was starting to sound really good at this point.

"I'm sorry, dear," Otto said, looking up from the glassware with a frown. "I'm almost done, I promise."

He picked up his pencil once more, crossing through a formula on his notepad. Scribbling ensued as he worked through yet another, frustration marking each symbol written in soft graphite. While this should have been far simpler, he seemed to only be making it more difficult.

Your shoes scuffed against the tile flooring, forcing your chair into a little spin. You closed your eyes, head tilting back to face the fluorescents that smiled down at you.

"Have you tried cadmium sulfide?"

Otto's scribbling stopped. He slowly looked up at you, a sluggish blink following suit.

You stopped your spinning abruptly, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of your jellybeans. You looked up at him when you realized that he was staring. You held out your hand with a smile.

"Want one?"

"No," he began, quickly finding his voice. "That's... a good idea, Y/n," he said, confusion evident in his features. He said nothing more, immediately grabbing the substance and using it in his chemical solution. It seemed to do the trick as Otto's face melted into that of one that showed victory—he could wrap this up sooner than later, now.

You popped the handful of jelly beans into your mouth, continuing the spinning once more.

"Since when...?" Otto started, looking up from his desk once more.

"You never asked," you said. You stopped your spinning once more and grabbed your drink, grinning.

"I just... assumed that you wouldn't have an interest in science," he confessed, scratching the back of his head as he spoke.

"I've liked it since I was a kid. Mom put me in camps and shit," you said, fingertips tapping against the aluminum of your can. "You know you can go to forensic camps when you turn twelve?"

"You like forensics?"

"Nah," you said. "Well, toxicology. But I took what I could get. And the forensic camps were free for Brooklyn kids."

He smiled a bit and returned to write something else down on his notepad before he spoke.

"Glad to know it runs in the family."

You couldn't help but smile at the phrase—it did, indeed, run in the family.

You leaned back against your seat, nursing your can with a grin. Your father was one of a kind.

So were you—the world just didn't know it, yet.

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Hi hi! <3 Could I request a fic with Otto where he is comforting reader who has an arm/hand injury? (He takes care of him, helps him with the bandages and oiintments, does things for him and lays beside him in bed etc., trans male reader, and yes this is because I have an injury fjkn)

Support | Dr. Otto Octavius/Dr. Octopus x Trans!Male!Reader

Hi there! <3 Of course! Sorry it took me a bit. I hope you like it and I hope your injury is getting better! <3 <3 <3

summary; See above, basically.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Hurt/Comfort; Injury; Taking Care of Someone; Fluff.

After tripping over your own feet and falling onto your hands and knees, you fractured your wrist. It was almost a stupid accident; although Otto assured you that this could have happened to anyone, himself included. And perhaps he was right.

It annoyed you to be unable to do a lot of things on your own, though; especially because it was your dominant hand that got injured. But alas, you couldn't use your hand at all, now that it was all bandaged up and stiff.

That was when it was Otto's time to shine. Ever the attentive and supportive partner that he was.

Of course with you being handicapped for the time being, he was ready to take helping you upon himself. He went to each doctor's appointment with you and asked for extra information on taking care of you properly. And then he went to buy everything you needed, including some pain medication because you kept complaining that it hurt like a bitch.

He was a dream come true, really. And exactly what/who you needed in this trying time.

"It's time to change your bandages again, my dear boy," Otto's voice ripped you out of your thoughts, as he came into the living room where you sat on the couch, staring at the television.

"Already?" you inquired, slightly annoyed and surprised. It felt like you've just done that.

"Mhm, it's been almost twenty-four hours," he told you gently, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. "Come on."

In the bathroom, you sighed and sat down on the closed toilet seat.

It was a quick ordeal by now, at least. Otto was so used to the motions of exchanging the bandages, after applying a new layer of ointment on your skin to help the healing process, now. Once he was done, he pressed a soft, feathery kiss to your newly bandaged hand. You couldn't suppress a smile then.

"Thank you."

Afterwards he made dinner for you both, cutting up everything that needed to be cut into bite-sized pieces for you when he was plating it so you could dig in without having to worry about that. He did that before you injured your hand already because he loved taking care of you in the smallest ways; although now it was a bit of a different story, of course. It never failed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Later, you wanted to take a short nap. Ever since that accident you've been increasingly more tired. Perhaps it was the medication or the stress of having to be careful, while still being in mild pain all the time, or perhaps it was something different entirely. All you knew was that you would not make it through the rest of the day if you didn't nap at least once.

Taking Otto by his hand, you led him to the bedroom to lie down on your shared bed, then. Spooning you from behind, Otto stroked his hand over your stomach lovingly.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a short while that you tried to drift off, but simply wouldn't, which made you fidget a little.

"Hm, I'm tired and can't sleep. So, not really."

"What's on your mind?" he prodded gently, kissing your neck ever so softly.

"Nothing," you lied. Perhaps you were thinking about how it happened again. You felt really ashamed and embarrassed of it. Who trips over their own feet and injures themselves this badly, after all?

"No, I think I know exactly what you're thinking about, sweetheart," Otto murmured, "I promise you, you're not the only one this has happened to. People are injured in many different ways all the time. Falling and fracturing your wrist is quite common, actually. The doctor said that, too. Remember?"

Defeated, you sighed, "Yeah, I remember. Still, I just feel stupid for it."

"You're a lot of things, but stupid certainly isn't one of them, my dear boy. You are handsome. Strong. Brave. Different. Kind. Passionate. Smart. An amazing person to be around. Shall I go on?" You could hear the smile in Otto's voice.

Feeling your face heat up, you shook your head, "Thank you. For everything. Not just this, but also the way you've been helping me."

"Nothing to thank me for," Otto said, kissing the back of your neck, "I enjoy taking care of you; although I wish you weren't hurt, of course."

"Well, don't let me stop you if you wanna keep it up once it has healed," you grinned, craning your neck as you turned your head to capture Otto's lips in a small, short kiss.

Putting your head back on the pillow, you closed your eyes with a content smile before drifting off to sleep at last in the safety of your love's arms.

#i hope this is okay enough #trans male reader #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius #doctor otto octavius x reader #doc otto #doc oct #doc ock #doc ock x reader #doc ock x you #doc ock x y/n #alfred molina #fanfiction

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angelofthenight · 4 months

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Doc Ock: There isn't anything you can say to stop me!

You: Oh yeah? What if I said ... blargen fediddle no-hip?

Doc Ock:

Doc Ock: Well I gotta admit, that slowed me down

#source: spongebob squarepants #reader insert #doctor octopus x reader #doctor octopus #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel #mcu incorrect quotes #mcu x reader #mcu #mcu imagine #incorrect mcu quotes #spiderman incorrect quotes

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sour-patch-simp · 7 months

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Aggressively shoves this art at u

#its otto but between ur legs #lowkey i feel like i cant get his face right but at least i tried #fuck i love him sm you dont understand #doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #alfred molina #doc ock x you #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius x y/n #spiderman #my art

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verysmolnerd · 1 month

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Dating Pre!Accident Otto Hcs

When this man says he got lucky with love, he MEANS it.

He grew up in an environment that wasn't entirely supportive of him, so to have someone at his beck and call is a completely new experience for him. It takes a bit for him to come out of his shell.

Don't be mistaken by him being flustered, he normally oozes out confidence, but love is a whole different ball park for him. That being, you get to see a whole new side of him.

He's extremely professional at work, but behind closed doors anything goes (wink wonk)

Hugging at work? *gasp* How scandalous!

Regardless, his colleagues and assistants know about you. They're glad that you drag him from his office when he starts to work at the ungodly hours of the night and morning.

That does go both ways too, he's hoisted you over his shoulder when you glued yourself to your desk.

He's a sucker for physical contact, the second you sit on the couch he's already got you in his trap. He's already put on an awful movie on screen and you're trapped in his arms for and indefinite embrace.

On the rare days where you both don't have to work, he's taking you on walks all throughout Central Park or some museum's special exhibit.

He LOVES museums. One time he dragged you to Washington DC to visit all the Smithsonian's. Even with sore legs, he was so interested that it might as well been overwhelming. You had to sit down on a bench for awhile, but you were an active listener to his entire experience.

He may be a man of science, but he's known to have interests of other kinds. If he finds intrigue in a subject that you know quite well, it makes it all the more better.

He loves a good info dump, any subject that you have recently hopped on; you won't be the only one on board.

Turns out, he's also quite the fan of mystery novels.

The bookshelf in his loft over the lab is full of physics textbooks he's had since college, books written by colleagues, and an impressive collection of Agatha Christie novels.

He leaves the novels all over the place, dog-eared on the kitchen island or buried under mail. Sometimes he's a bit helpless, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

When he starts to work on his lifelong project, his magnum opus, you are there every step of the way.

He shows you the progress every single day; and you're astounded every single time. Any progress made, big or small, meant the same to you. He is amazing.

You got lucky with love.

You are his, always. As you watch him put on his metal harness, watching him get ready to show off a manmade sun off to the world.

#headcanon #otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doctor octopus x reader #doc ock

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eloisyw8 · 4 days

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#doc ock #doctor octopus #doctor octavius #otto octavius #dr octopus #alfred molina #spiderman no way home #doc ock x reader #spiderman nwh #spiderman 2 #spiderman #marvel #my art

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plush4bunny · 2 months

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⚠️: version of Comic!Otto Octavius with his actuators for the same Doc Ock x reader fanfic that @chrism02 wrote called "Wish list"

scene from the fic: "His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.

He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."

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acapelladitty · 3 months

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Just revisited your Doc Ock/Reader fic and I just want to tell you it's still my fav. If you're up for it maybe a doc ock x reader 5 sentence drabble? "Hostage"? But I'm so thirsty I'd literally take anything.

Oh fuck yeah 💖💖

You can imagine how it looks.

You, breathless and obviously flushed with a outfit in utter disarray, being swung limply in the air by Doc Ock, noted supervillian with a tenuous view on morality and acceptable actions.

"Help me, he's holding me hostage!" You cry out, beating clenched fists against the metallic arms as your vision blurs with unshed tears.

"What are you doing?" Otto asks as he watches your antics; lips barely moving as he speaks quietly from the very corner of his mouth with vague amusement.

"Well, I can hardly tell them we're fucking!" You hiss back, covering the retort by dropping your head into your hands in a show of faux-distress.

Send me a prompt and I'll write a five sentence fic for it.

#always a pleasure to write the big man himself!!!!#doc ock #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #doctor octopus #doctor octavius

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vvaspoppie · 9 months

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Otto: If you want my advice-

Electro: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Otto: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.

(Y/N): It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

#pop se spraak #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #doc ock x reader #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #otto octavius #nwh incorrect quotes #tssm x reader #tssm doc ock x reader #doctor octopus #doctor octavius

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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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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Hey I'm new and was hoping I could have an Otto Octavius fic with a Trans male reader who is autistic who's hyperfixation is slashers and horror movies.

Feeling Better | Dr. Otto Octavius/Dr. Octopus x Trans!Male!Reader

Hey there! Aw, yes!!! Thanks for the request, I hope you like what I've done with it! :')

summary; You're feeling dysphoric and to distract you and help you feel better, Otto coaxes you into talking about your current hyperfixation.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Autistic!Reader; Gender Dysphoria; Hyperfixation; Horror Movies; Slashers (Chucky being talked about, specifically); Stimming; Kissing; Short Fic.

@scorsesedepalmafan @scaredclowncat

Over the past years that Otto and you have been a couple, you have found that a great way in helping you when you’re feeling particularly dysphoric was to let you talk to him about whatever you’re currently fixating on.

At the moment that was horror movies, specifically slashers.

You were enamoured, having watched everything you could get your hands on, doing research, watching behind the scenes extras and director commentaries, and re-watching everything of your favourites every single day.

Whenever you were watching one of those things, you practically lit up with passion and excitement. Otto loved to see you like this. It made him happy. And he certainly didn’t mind watching the same things over and over again with you if it meant that you were content.

Today you weren’t happy at all, though. Watching your favourites didn’t work either. In fact, you felt too terrible to even feel motivated to watch something. That Otto felt bad for you was almost an understatement. He loved you so much that it hurt sometimes. And it was especially painful when you were hurting, too.

In the hopes of making you feel better, Otto led you to the bedroom and laid down on the bed with you, spooning you from behind as he nuzzled the back of your neck. When you were feeling so dysphoric, this was simply the best cuddling position for you. Besides, it was also the most comfortable for him because of the actuators.

You had your body pillow in your arms and between your legs, while Otto held you close with his arms around your waist, careful not to touch you anywhere remotely triggering. His actuators were in a sort of resting mode they often were in, when they realised that you two needed some privacy without those appendages making things a little more difficult.

For a while, the two of you just lay there, cuddling in silence. Otto’s mind was reeling and he knew yours was too. But you refused to speak if you didn’t have to on such days, or maybe you didn’t actually refuse, but just couldn’t - he had no idea, as he had never asked and you didn’t say anything about it.

Sighing, Otto finally interrupted the silence, “Y/N, what was the entire plot of the Chucky franchise again? Up to the series? I know bits and pieces, but I’ve just been thinking about it and realised that from what I know it makes no sense.” The best way to get you to talk without realising that he’s coaxing you into it was by asking pointed questions you could never resist answering.

You uttered a quiet, elongated ‘oh’, before starting to respond. Slowly, at first, you told him about the events of the first three movies and how it was always the same theme there, until years later, they brought in Tiffany with the first film that was also explicitly called a Chucky movie, rather than Child’s Play, like the previous three.

Dutifully, Otto nodded along, listening intently with a small smile on his lips. Sometimes he also interjected to leave his own comments and some more questions to encourage you to go into detail.

Once you’ve reached the latest entry of the franchise, the TV series, your fire was back. He could hear the grin in your voice and the excitement that was bubbling inside you. You were stimming, tapping your fingers on your body pillow and shaking your legs, thumping them against the mattress slightly.

“Does it make more sense now?” you asked innocently, when you were done talking about everything Chucky.

“A lot more, yes. Thank you, my dear boy,” Otto said, kissing the back of your neck and making you giggle with it.

“That tickles,” you commented with a snorting laugh. God, you were so precious to him. He would do anything for you.

“What else do you wanna know?” You let go of your body pillow and turned around, intertwining your legs with his. “And, yeah, I know you’re only indulging me so I can feel better, by the way,” you smiled at him.

“Guilty as charged,” he murmured with a bright smile of his own.

Chuckling softly, you leaned in and pecked his lips, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.” Otto kissed you again, letting it linger.

Now that you were feeling a little better already, you were able to press your front against Otto’s, leaving no space between you two. Chest against chest, you clung onto him.

“Can I tell you about The Collector next?” you asked softly, then.

“Of course,” Otto responded, unable to wipe that satisfied smile off of his face.

#trans male reader #doctor otto octavius #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #otto octavius #doctor otto octavius x reader #doc otto #doc oct #doc ock #doc ock x reader #doc ock x you #alfred molina #fanfiction #fanfic

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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You: Did you know you can't breathe in when you smile

Doc Ock: That can’t be right *smiles*

You: It’s not, I just wanted to make you smile

Doc Ock:

Doc Ock, tearing up, voice cracking: I don’t like this place

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sour-patch-simp · 8 months

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Anyone up for a lil doc ock and y/n action?

O//w//O

#doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #alfred molina #spiderman #doc ock x you #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius x y/n #my art #doc ock x y/n

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verysmolnerd · 23 days

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Being the spouse of a Supervillain

You're the only person who he won't hurt. Why would he? You've been at his beck and call since he couldn't remember when.

However, you feel that you're walking on eggshells at times when the actuators have control of his psyche.

He keeps urging you to move on, that there was no place for you here; in the rickety old building you've shared since he bought the place. He honestly doesn't want to see you have a close encounter with the reaper again.

That being, you stay put, that the man you married is still in there. The shadows of his smile is hidden behind that snarky smirk. Some of the -rarest- most quiet nights, are spent on the torn up couch. It's almost like nothing changed at all.

You put your life on pause for a moment, you didn't go into work at all for weeks. You knew there would be questions, there always would be.

When you do come into work, you were given reduced hours because your boss wanted you to mourn the man you once knew, you refrained from answering any of those prying your personal life for issues. You normally report them within a few days, and then they're working in a whole different complex.

Even if the actuators are permanently a part of him, it's still Otto. His habits are still there, no matter what he tries to tell you.

You've also noticed that the arms still respect their creator to some extent, they never lay a finger on you. If they grab you, they are slow and patient never brutal.

One time you had gotten bruised from the pressure that the arms gave when they placed you away from the project. They soon fell limp while Otto had the nastiest look on his face. He never looked at you when he was like this.

He is always a gentleman to you, through layers of frowning.

The actuators only want his project done, therefore your Otto is just their puppet. However, they see you as a distraction until the beings of machine realize that Otto is human.

So, there isn't long lunch breaks together as you're used to before this mess. However, he eats in silence; in fear of the actuators lashing out on you for just seemingly wanting shreds of your life with him before.

You don't comment on his encounters with Spider-Man, you know all too well that the superhero gets bad press on the regular. Not to mention, Otto- sorry, you end up correcting yourself when the actuators are in control- Ock isn't entirely fond of him.

You knew exactly when Otto was too tired to fight the AI influence, because there have been consecutive all nighters the closer the reactor gets to being completed.

The times when the actuators keep him glued to the desk are when you try to get him clothing and alter them to accommodate the four tentacles protruding from his lower back.

There was one night that you consider was very special within the past few months that his magnum opus welded themselves to his back.

He had found some of his old outfits that weren't destroyed, and pressed down any urges from the arms.

"May this broken man take you out on a date?" You were near tears as you accepted.

He brought you to the top of a building with a makeshift table. It reminded you of your first dinner with him back in college.

He tells you that he's going to find a way to remove the arms and start anew. He wanted you to buy an apartment and to bring him to it on a specific day.

Considering that he's fighting for his life to look like the man you knew and loved -although you've reassured him multiple times that you still love him- you agree in a heartbeat. Happy that you'll both have a semblance of what life was before this.

The day to pick him up from the docks comes and you find no sight of him or the shambles of your house. It's all deep in the river below.

You can't recall how long you stayed there, but you had to live on. Live, that's what he always wanted you to do.

It's very hard at first, but life goes on.

One night -you can't quite remember what day it was specifically- you got a knock on the door.

You open it a little and it's Otto, with a small smile, holding a bunch of flowers.

Tears are brought to your eyes as he walks in, "I had a feeling that you'd buy the one we got back then." Any snakiness left him when he realized that you thought he was dead.

He promises to explain everything, but tonight he holds you as long as you needed it.... you ended up holding him hostage in your bedroom until the next morning. Even then, you don't let him out of your sight for a while.

He then explains in terms that you both can understand -because he finds himself not believing anything of it even after he's here. He was brought to another world just like this one where he was given a new component that prevented the arms from taking him over.

So, he starts the rejuvenation process, and does the community work to get back into society. He's stayed off nuclear fusion snd stuck strictly to advanced robotics.

However, you both still stayed at that apartment you first owned with him years ago. Never wanting to live on the water again.

There was one day where he brought you all over town, he brought you to so many places you visited together in your past. He had to be careful of the press patrolling for him since he returned. A former supervillain and a scientific powerhouse? That get's the press moving all over the place.

He then brought you where it all started, and proposed to you again. "I stand before you as a changed man, I love you so much. Will you marry me one more time?"

How could you say no?

It seems that you still have to alter his new clothes, but you don't mind considering how much more appreciative since he doesn't go around shirtless anymore.

He's cautious when using the actuators, only having them clean up and not touch you. Until you reassure him multiple times that you are fine with it... a few months later he's using them to trap you in his embrace.

You have him back, a second chance, and neither of you are going to screw it up.

#doc ock #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doctor otto octavius #headcannons #doctor octopus x reader #doctor octopus

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a-library-of-old · 10 months

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Otto cupping your face: The cuteness of the sun, in the palm of my hands

#shout out to my love!#came up with it and im stealing it #shhhh #raimi otto octavius #doctor otto octavius #doctor octopus #doctor octavius #doctor ock #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader

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plush4bunny · 2 months

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"His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.

He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."

- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter for their cheeky Comic!Otto Octavius x reader fanfic called "Wish list"

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