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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year

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The Experiment (Doc Ock x Reader)

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

Words: 6,241 Co-Author: simpremerat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right on time like the good girl you are.

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

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

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

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

Your eyes light up at the word.

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

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

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

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

His words break you from your thoughts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His perfect sunbeam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As am I, Little Sunbeam. As am I.”

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

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nofoundboy · 2 years

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Reader gets scared to come out as LGBT to your Dad, Otto Octavius. Of course, he accepts them🏳️‍🌈🥰

Awww, love this request, hope you like this

*your orientation/gender identity

You had been walking around the room. You were coming and going without a specific path, so adrift that if your father saw you, he would tell you that you were trying to make a race car track with your feet.

Your hands were wet with sweat, and your breathing was labored. You were constantly checking the time on the clock, anxious for your father's arrival time.

"I'm here" you suddenly heard his voice on the entrance landing.

A shiver ran through you, it was time.

You had been prolonging this moment for quite some time now, fear holding you back every time you psyched yourself up to do it, but, finally, you had decided it was enough of running and hiding.

"Honey, are you okay?" You were so self-absorbed that you hadn't noticed that your father was already in the living room where you were.

"Hi...uhm, yeah" Otto, automatically, looked at you with an arched eyebrow. You had been too obvious and he was very observant anyway, you couldn't possibly hide that uneasiness any longer.

"I need to tell you something" you admitted at last, moving closer to him and taking his hands.

"Why are you so nervous?" he gave you a gentle squeeze, that way of his to encourage and reassure you.

"I...I'm different," was all you managed to say. You had averted your gaze. Otto placed a hand on your shoulder.

"We all are, kiddo, I need you to be more specific" and that soft smile he show you, gave you the encouragement you needed to tear off the band-aid at once.

"I'm...well, y/o/gi" you felt the way the weight of your shoulders lifted, allowing you to breathe again. Only your father's reaction remained.

"Kid, I knew" your eyes widened, causing you to see your father's sincere, sweet smile.

"You knew?" He just nodded.

"I knew I should have waited for you to tell me, but I had already figured it out. And I want you to know, it doesn't change anything. It will never change the love I have for you, okay?" With tears threatening to run down your cheeks, you hugged him tightly.

All Otto cared about was that you lived your truth, that you were happy.

#otto octavius headcanons #otto octavius imagine #doc ock headcanons #doc ock #otto octavius fanfiction #doc ock fanfiction #doctor octopus fanfiction

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punyparkerfics · 2 years

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Hi! I had an idea of a story.

7 year old Peter has just been adopted by Otto but the child is greatly touch deprived and weary of adults because he’s been in a very mean/cold foster home. But after a few weeks, Otto and Peter bond and finally Peter hugs Otto! He finds hugging the giant man does his little heart extremely well and won’t let go. Much to Otto’s glee.

Thank you for all the wonderful stories that you’ve written 🐙🥰🕷

thank you so much for the request and for your patience. hope you enjoy xoxo

Word Count: 2k

It started with sniffles, three months in. Fatherhood was not what Otto was expecting it to be. However, they were under special circumstances. He and his newly adopted son, Peter, were both recently thrusted into different living situations.

Otto had known the boy when he was an infant, the son of Mary and Richard Parker. Mary was lovely, a brilliant scientist whom Otto got along well with for many years. Her husband was a different story. He and the Parkers weren’t exactly close friends, but he held a lot of respect for Mary. Richard was a hack, in Otto’s opinion. A loud-mouth man full of arrogance who hardly spent time with his wife and child. It disgusted Otto.

Luckily, the little boy in question was nothing like his father, even years later. Peter was sweet and loving, Otto knew that. He hadn’t seen the boy since he was still in diapers… and now he was seven years old! Peter had grown a lot in the years since he heard of Mary and Richard’s passing. It took Otto several months to find the kid, adopting him was a whole other ordeal. Peter had been in a foster home for the better part of a year while Otto sorted out the logistics of becoming the boy’s guardian. As much as the man tried finding out more about his time there, Peter clammed up whenever it was mentioned. Something told him Peter didn’t have the best time at the home, and he hoped providing a loving home for him now and for the rest of his childhood would make up for it a little bit. He could only hope.

Otto was walking to his room one night, passing by the young boy’s room to check on him as he often did. Otto hardly knew anything about raising a child but he figured he and Peter could do this whole thing together as a team. One thing Otto did know was that children get sick easily. So, when he passed by Peter’s room and heard sniffling, he was worried.

“Pete,” Otto says softly into the crack in the door, “I’m coming in, buddy.”

“No,” He hears the boy sob out, and that makes the inventor’s heart drop.

In an instant he’s in the room and the light is flicked on. Everything’s in order, Peter is quite a tidy 7-year-old. His room reflects an intelligent young boy who loves spiders and the colors red and blue. Otto gave Peter free reign on decorating his room after he moved in.

What’s not in order is the bed. A blanket and a stuffed elephant are on the floor, Peter’s sheets are mangled and wrapped around his legs. They’re also soaked, with what Otto deduces by the scent in the room. The boy is sitting on the bed, curled up in a ball. His cheeks are bright pink and his nose matches the hue, dripping with sadness.

“What’s wrong, Peter?” Otto asks softly, he doesn't know how long the boy’s been up crying. It’s almost midnight and Peter’d been in his room since Otto tucked him in at half past eight.

“N-Nuthin’,” Peter sniffles as he rubs his eyes with small fists.

“Bad dream?” Otto tries again. It works.

“Yeah,” Peter nods, his lips in an adorable pout.

“Wanna tell me about it?” Otto asks as he sits on the edge of the bed. It’s a queen bed, much too large for him now but Otto figures he’ll grow into it. Peter is his responsibility until the kid turns 18 at the very least. He also wants to support the kid through university, the way he knew Mary would have. Otto is hoping they build a relationship by then. Of course, it’s inevitable.

But after three months, he figures the kid is still grieving and hasn’t come out of his shell just yet.

“No thanks,” Peter huffs, his fists finally dropping from his wet eyes.

“What about a hug?” Otto tries hesitantly, “Will that help you?”

He can’t mean that, Peter thinks, It’s a test.

“Um,” Peter looks down at his lap, small hands twisted in the hem of his shirt, “No, thank you.”

That was another thing that Otto knew; Children need affection. They thrive on it. Otto thought providing the softer parts of parenthood would be difficult, and he was right. But not for the reasons he had anticipated. No, Peter was avoiding physical tough like the plague. Any time he’d offer the boy a hug or a snuggle (and that was fairly often), the boy would turn him down. At first, he thought the kid was a germophobe of sorts, not liking to be touched in any sort of capacity. But he’d seen the kid play in the mud, and hold hands with that Stacy girl. So maybe it was just Otto. Three months isn’t a long time to get comfortable with someone, not entirely. Otto understands that, but he can’t help but feel like he’s failing his small charge.

“What do you need then, buddy?” Otto asks, disguising his disappointment.

“Bath,” Peter whispers, his bottom lip trembling, “Please.”

“Of course, dear boy,” Otto nods, standing immediately, “Let’s get you all clean.”

Peter crawls out of his large bed, his pajama shirt riding up as he drops to the floor and onto his feet. Otto leads the way to the connected bathroom in Peter’s room to start warming the bath and the little boy follows.

“I’ll get you some clean pajamas after I change your bed sheets,” Otto grunts as he bends over to start the tap.

“Kay,” Peter nodded, his hands itching at his thighs.

“Take those off, Pete,” Otto says as he exits the room to change the boy’s sheets, “You don’t want a rash.”

Peter strips his pajamas and underwear with mild difficulty, the wet fabric sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He stands there and shivers, not from the cold as Otto kept Peter’s room extra heated. Something about the boy’s asthma being affected by the cold weather was his reasoning. He’s grateful for that, because his last home was always so cold. A deep chill down to the bone that Peter could never seem to warm up from. Peter turns off the tap as the bath is half full. He doesn’t need a full and proper bath, just a quick rinse with some of his ultra sensitive soap would suffice. He’s honestly just grateful to be allowed to bathe at all. At his old home, he had to lay in his own filth until the morning. Even then he’d only be allowed to change out of his soiled pajamas. Baths were only allowed after dinner, so he’d have to wait. Every single time.

He dips a foot into the bath water and hums through his clogged nose before settling into the tub. Peter sits on his bum and scrubs any parts he got wet with water first, then with his special soap. He knew it was baby soap, but his pediatrician had recommended it to Otto for Peter’s dermatitis so he had to use it. He’s startled by a knock at the cracked door.

“Yeah?” Peter asks shakily.

“I’m coming in,” Otto says before entering with a towel, dry clothes, and rash ointment in his hands. He sets them in a stack on the closed toilet lid and collects the boy’s soiled discarded pajamas and takes them to be washed with the wet sheets. Luckily, the elephant and blanket on the floor were dry and could be used immediately after his bath. Unfortunately, the mattress cover was still wet from Otto’s cleaning. The scientist would give up his bed for the boy without a second thought, but he felt bad for putting the kid out like that.

Peter finishes up rinsing himself and drains the tub, grabbing the towel from the toilet lid. The seven-year-old had learned to be quite self-sufficient. However, Otto insisted on helping him whenever Peter would allow.

Otto’s placing the mattress on its frame to dry when Peter exits the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his small body. He sends the boy a smile, hiding his curiosity. Peter’s standing there with his clothes in his hand, the other clutching the corners of his towel.

“All done?” Otto asks, Peter nods, “Need help?”

The child nods again and darts over to the man. He can very well dress himself, Otto knows this. He’s seven-years-old and very intelligent. So, he wonders what the boy needs help with.

What he doesn’t know is Peter’s testing him, his dedication to him.

“I gets stuck in my shirt sometimes,” Peter admits, his curls hanging over his hopeful eyes, “Please.”

The kid’s holding his clothes out to him and Otto can’t turn him down.

“Of course,” Otto nods easily, “Do you need help with the rash cream?”

“I don’t like the cream,” Peter pouts, “It’s yucky.”

“If we skip it, you might get a rash,” Otto sighs, “That’s gonna hurt.”

“Fine,” Peter sags in defeat, and Otto’s heart squeezes.

“Just a bit,” Otto promises, “You won’t even feel it.”

Otto withheld his promise, and luckily he was helping the boy because he was very resistant to the ointment. But, the boy was comforted by Otto’s quick and gentle hands and quiet reassurances. Before he knew it, Peter was dressed and tucked into Otto’s even larger king bed. The dark comforter was soft and smelled like his adoptive father. Peter had slept in Otto’s bed on one other instance, when he came home from the hospital after an asthma attack. The scientist had watched the boy’s chest rise and fall throughout the night, terrified of a stutter in the rhythm. Otto had asked the kid if he’d wanted a hug then, too, and had been turned down as well.

“Alright,” Otto grunts as he takes a seat at the foot of the bed, “Ready to get some sleep?”

Peter nods, sleepily melting into the pillows. He had to stay awake a little longer, he had to ask Otto a question. He’d passed the test given to him earlier, even got extra credit for helping him with the yucky cream. Peter had given Otto many tests since moving in with the man. Like testing if the man remembered what foods Peter likes or see what kind of punishment he’d get for breaking something in the man’s lab. He passed those too, Peter figures. Doctor Octavius has been nothing but nice to him since he’s moved in. “Uncle Otty,” Peter says softly, his wide eyes drooping with sleep.

“Yes?” Otto replies.

“Did you mean it, earlier?” Peter asks, “When you said I could have a hug?”

Otto’s heart drops. Oh, this poor sweet boy.

“Of course, I meant it,” Otto says a little roughly, but not scary to Peter, “I always mean it.”

“Really?” Peter tests again. He’s a scientist, scientists run tests.

“Yes, of course,” Otto nods, “Every time.”

“Then,” Peter begins hesitantly, “Can I have a hug?”

“C’mere, sunshine,” Otto says with literal open arms. Peter crawls out from where he’s tucked into the blankets and onto Otto’s lap. He wraps his small arms around the man’s neck and hugs him gently. Uncle Otto feels cuddly, like a big teddy bear. He rests his sleepy head of curls onto the man’s broad shoulder. He feels warm. Warmer than he ever could from a heater or an electric blanket.

“Why wouldn’t I mean it, Peter?” Otto asks, although he almost doesn’t want to know.

“Big boys don’t get hugs,” Peter parrots miserably, “Hugs are for babies. Miss Kettlewell said so.” Miss Kettlewell was the headmistress of sorts at Peter’s old home. She’d warned Otto that the boy was needy and a troublemaker. Neither turned out to be even remotely true.

“Miss Kettlewell doesn’t know anything,” Otto scoffs, “Even adults need hugs. Little boys like you need lots of hugs, there’s no age where you shouldn’t get hugs.”

“Really?” Peter asks, looking at the man in awe.

“Really,” Otto promises as he squeezes the boy tighter.

“Then can I have hugs whenever I want?” Peter asks curiously.

“Always,” Otto assures him, a hand rubbing the sleepy boy’s back. He knows Peter is falling asleep by the sound of his voice, and by the way he’s become dead weight in his arms. He’s cherishing the moment, his first hug from his adopted son. The boy’s falling asleep in his arms like an infant, at seven-years-old. Otto couldn’t be more delighted.

#peter parker fanfiction #otto octavius fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #doctor otto octavious #punyparkerfics

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discordsmuse · 6 months

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Discordsmuse Masterlist

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

These will be organized by fandom and character.

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Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin

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

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

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

Enver Gortash

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

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

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

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

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

Gale Dekarios

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

Abdirak

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

Raphael

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

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

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

Rolan

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

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Pirates of the Caribbean

Hector Barbossa

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

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

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

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

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Harry Potter

Severus Snape

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

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

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

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Dead by Daylight

Canon/Canon

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

Breaking Point, NSFW/18+: Megmillan first time

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

Anna/The Huntress

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

Herman Carter/The Doctor

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

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Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

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

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Spider Man

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

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

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

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Labyrinth

Jareth the Goblin King

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

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

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The band Ghost

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

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

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Dracula

Dracula (lol)

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

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Our Flag Means Death

Israel Hands

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

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

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The Quarry (2022)

Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

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

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

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periprose · 6 months

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Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

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wycroftie · 18 days

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Some fan art for an absolutely GOATED fanfic by the lovely @rancid-zinnia-onthepatio <3 (You tentacle my fancy)

I am frothing at the mouth I can’t wait until more chapters come out :33333

#digital aritst #digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #procreate #university #fanfic #fanfiction #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #fanart #doc ock #tssm doc ock #the spectacular spider man #absolutely feral for this fic please I need MORE

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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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noforkingclue · 6 months

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I GOT A DOC OCK REQUEST!! So Otto is smitten of Hero!Reader, how he watches her save people and fights against those low-life villains. But it aches him just how much she put her life on the line for the citizens, many who doesn’t appreciate her. They don’t deserve her, she doesn’t deserve to go home all bruised and broken. If only she would allow him to take care of her. So the best way for her to stop is to ‘cure’ of her powers, then sweep her up and take her away, either she wants it or not.

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course anon! Hope you like it :)

Title: Gratitude

Warnings: dark fic

Marvel tag list: @geocookie21, @greeneyedblondie44, @purebloodwitch, @sessa23, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

It was a shame how someone as captivating as you should endure so much hardship.

Otto steepled his fingers as he leant back in his chair, his eyes fixed to the television. The cameraman did an admittedly good job of keeping the camera fixed on you, however the reporter left much do be desired.

Constant remarks about how apparently ineffective you were against the rising New York crime rate. How you and Spiderman did nothing but increase the amount of criminals instead of trying to stop it. It made his blood boil. The city didn’t deserve you. An ungrateful population that did appreciate you and everything you do for them.

He winced as you were thrown against a building but due to your powers you quickly got back up again. Any normal person would’ve been in hospital for months after an attack like that but you brushed it off like it was nothing. If only you were as vulnerable as everyone else.

If only…

A terrible, sickening thought slowly crept into Otto’s mind. Yes, that’s what he’ll do. Powerless you’d be forced to take a step away from hero life. You were too reliant on your powers to help you. He could look after you. He wanted to look after you. This life you were so desperate to lead wasn’t the one you deserved.

Of course you were going to be angry when you’d find out what he’d done but you’d be powerless against him. You already had trouble going up against him when you’re at full power. It was almost as though you were hesitant to fight against him. Seemingly remembering the man he used to be rather then who he currently was.

How would you feel in his arms? Would you submit once you realised that this was for the best? He hoped that you would. The last thing that Otto wanted to do was to hurt you. He wanted to protect you. To keep you safe when he failed to keep so many other people safe. To shower you with the affection you deserved and the city so cruelly didn’t provide to you.

But deep down, he knew that this wouldn’t happen. He knew just how angry you’d be when he takes away your powers. You would certainly fight again him but you’d be helpless against it. You were so much smaller and weaker than he was so he’d easily overpower you. Otto closed his eyes and shuddered, picturing what you’d look like under him. The look of angry slowly melting away into one of acceptance and you’d come to realise that you would never escape him.

Otto stood up and marched over to his worktable. He was going to have a lot of work ahead of him in order to perfect the serum he’d need in order to remove your power. In the end though, to have you by his side, it was going to be worth it. You’d never feel rejection ever again.

#fanfiction #marvel #reader insert #request #otto octavius #doc ock #otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #dark

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illiana-mystery · 3 months

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Here's a little something for my mutual @lost-in-the-forest-again. She was sick recently, so I wrote this fluffy little sick fic for her...

Scientifically Accurate Angel

Plot: During a walk around Manhattan to clear his head, Otto stumbles across a sick woman that's passed out on the sidewalk. Moved with compassion, he and the actuators gather her and her belongings and bring her to their new hideout. But Otto soon realizes that he's beginning to develop feelings for this strange woman, due to how much she reminds him of Rosie.

SFW, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cuddling, Budding Love, Awkward Flirting, Nursing Back to Health

Taglist: @goodoldcharley, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @braindead94, @curbitkirby, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

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The blistering pain of your sudden headache rang through your skull and cranium, suddenly waking you up in an unknown location.

You gently blink, trying not to irritate your headache more. But as you do, you get better sight of the room you're in.

It was a quaint little space, but staged like a cozy hotel room in the middle of the city.

The walls were a warm chestnut and the bed you found yourself in was plush and wide, decorated with earthy bedding.

Ahead of you was a small desk and whiteboard covered with equations. And next to that was a dresser and a TV atop of it. But your eyes squinted when you noticed a light blinking as loud footsteps cratered the floor below you.

Eyes still squinted, you jolted a bit when you noticed a curious actuator bulging out at you.

Were you in Doc Ock's hideout?

You didn't really have time to really think about it before the actuator gently pushed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you again. It gently patted your shoulder after, before disappearing in the corner where the light flashed again.

"She's awake?" you heard a gruff voice ask. "Does she seem stable?"

But there was no answer.

"Oh, good. I was worried," he answered back to silence.

You were more than puzzled, but pretended to be asleep when he finally revealed himself from the lit-up corner.

He was just as big and tall as you figured, but almost teddy bear like. His dark brunette hair was all over his head, his cheeks were red flushed from the cold, and in his hand was a bag of medicine and other remedies for you.

Although you didn't know that yet.

"Looks like she fell back to sleep, Flo," he said with a little giggle. "She's quite beautiful. Reminds me of my Rosie."

Flo rubbed his cheek after he said that, knowing he would cry if she didn't.

"Thanks, Flo," he said, making the actuator buzz happily. "We should let her rest some more. I'll tend to her once she's up again."

The actuator nodded.

"Glad we're on the same page. Now back to my work."

Five minutes later, you finally woke fully up again. You blinked and saw he was focused on his whiteboard, writing more equations down.

He looked so cute focused, you almost didn't want to bother him. However, Flo beat you to it.

She immediately noticed you were awake again and notified Otto. Swiftly, he turned around and just smiled at you before making his way over to the bed.

"I'm glad you're awake," he said, softly caressing your face. "I was so worried."

"How did I end up here?" you asked, holding your throbbing head.

"We found you laying in the street," he answered. "We thought you were dead at first until Moe felt a pulse. So we gathered you and your belongings and brought you here."

"Oh, I didn't realize I passed out. I had to leave work early because of my throbbing headache and body aches."

"You might have the flu," Otto suggested. "But that's okay. I got a couple of different medicines from Duane Reade to take care of you."

"Oh, thank you. But I don't want to burden you. Seems like you're busy."

"Nonsense," he assured. "I don't mind. Unless you have someone at home that can take care of you."

"No," you solemnly answered. "It's only me and a sad studio apartment."

"Then it's settled. You can stay here until you get well," he happily said. "I also bought some soup if you would like some. Maybe it will help you gain some energy back."

"Soup does sound good. But why are you being so kind to me?" you asked, acting ignorant to his comment earlier.

"I feel it's a way for me to make up for my wrongdoings. I want to help mankind again, even if that means starting with helping you get better."

You blushed.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he said as he squeezed your hand and kissed it. "Now lie back down. I'm gonna go make that soup for you and get that medicine together."

"Okay," you said, obeying his command.

"Flo, keep her company," he said as she remained while he turned the corner.

"Hi again, Flo," you greeted, before she buzzed and flashed yellow. You were confused, until she laid against your stomach.

You giggled, but pet her. However, you didn't realize that Otto felt that too.

"Ooh, that tickles," he exclaimed.

"Wait, you felt that?"

"I feel whatever they feel. They're attached to my spine," he explained as he began to cook the soup.

"Oh, right. I'll stop then," you said, before Flo started whining.

"Flo likes your touch. It's fine. You can keep petting her. I'll live."

"Umm, okay," you moaned as you kept petting the actuator. She joyfully purred, cuddling even closer to you.

"She's cute," you said.

"Thank you. They're basically curious puppies now since I have a new inhibitor chip. They love interacting with new humans. I'm glad she likes you already, but Flo is the kindest one after all."

"I can tell."

"Your soup is almost done," he announced. "What medicine would you like to take? I got Motrin, Tylenol, Sudafed, or Benedryl."

"Give me a Tylenol," you replied. "Is it cold and flu?"

"And fast acting."

"Perfect," you say before the pot starts to sizzle on the stove.

"Soup's done," he announced. "Small bowl?"

"Yes, please," you answered back.

"Alright," he replied. "And I need two Tylenols...thank you, Moe. Okay, I'm coming back in."

You giggled, trying not to blush again when you saw him walking in with a tray, his chest now covered over with an apron.

Gently, he placed the tray over your lap after Flo moved and sat down by your side.

"Would you like me to feed it to you or can you manage?"

"I mean I can manage, but I don't mind you feeding me."

He giggled.

"Okay," he hummed as he grabbed the spoon. "Here comes the plane!"

"I'm not a child," you playfully huffed.

"Compared to me, you are," he chuckled before he properly fed you your first bite. "How old are you anyway?"

"30," you replied. "And you? You're probably like what...35? 40?"

He laughed.

"You're too kind. I'm technically 68," he answered back.

"Technically?"

"Yeah, weird multiversal travel stuff I recently went through. I got pulled from the past when I was 51 and then brought to this present where I would technically be 68."

"Hmm, weird," you hummed. "I don't really understand time travel. That's why I work in fashion."

"So that's what you do for a living?"

"Yeah, I'm an apprentice of Laney Valenci, the new heir of the Valenci fashion brand."

"Valenci? Oh, you mean that brand Norman Osborn likes so much? Hmm, small world."

You giggled.

"I didn't know he was a fan. I only design the womenswear though."

"I see," he pondered. "Also I didn't get your name. I'm Otto."

"Nice to formerly meet you, Otto. I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam."

"What a beautiful name," he cooed, making you smile and blush.

"Thanks. Are you always charming?"

He blushed.

"Not always. I learned a lot from my late wife, bless her soul."

"I'm so sorry," you said, gently touching his hand.

"It's okay. I know she's in a better place," he assured. "Now let's get back to feeding you."

"Okay," you chirped.

He fed you some more of the soup before you finally asked him what you had been pondering for a while.

"What kind of project are you working on? What's with all of the equations?"

"Would you like me to dumb it down for you?" he teased.

"Yes," you moaned before Flo snaked over to comfort you with a cheek rub.

He chuckled.

"I'm working on a sustainable generator that is powered by green energy," he explained. "Generators can cause a lot of pollution, so I want to make one that won't."

"That's fascinating," you replied. "I assume you've made some progress."

"Not as much as I would like, but I'm starting to cook with gas," he said, feeding you another spoonful of soup. "But I desperately needed a break and Flo thinks that me taking care of you will help clear my head a bit."

"Oh," you said as you pet Flo again. "Thank you."

The actuator buzzed against your hand in response.

"She says you're welcome."

You smiled.

"One more spoonful left and then you have to take your Tylenol."

"Will it make the medicine go down?" you jokingly asked.

"You're a Sound of Music fan?"

"No," you confirmed, before taking your last slurp of soup. "It was just a cheap joke to get a reaction from you. Did it work?"

He laughed.

"I guess it did," he admitted. "But now I'm curious, what musical movie adaptation do you like?"

"Phantom of the Opera," you answer.

"Hmm, no hesistation," he observed. "But excellent taste. I have one of the adaptations on DVD. We can watch it together."

"Okay, but only if you cuddle with me," you boldly said, looking him right in the eye.

His face became redder than a tomato and he froze.

You wanted to cuddle with him?

He couldn't believe it.

Why would a pretty young woman like you want to cuddle with a mentally wrecked, old, mad scientist like him?

"I didn't even give you the medicine yet and you already sound loopy."

You laughed.

"I mean it, Otto. I would like to cuddle with you while we watch the movie."

"Alright," he relented before he gathered the Tylenol in his palm. "But now it's time to take your medicine."

"Okay!" you chirped before he fed the pills to you and gave you a sip of water. "Now what?"

"Now, you're gonna let the medicine do its job by resting again," he told you calmly as Flo pushed you back down on the bed. "Take another nap and once you wake up, we can cuddle and watch the movie."

You giggled.

"Sounds good to me," you said as you got more comfortable and closed your eyes. "See you in a bit, Otto."

"See you in a bit, Sam," he softly said.

About an hour later, you slowly batted your eyes open. Finally, your head stopped hurting and your body aches were quelled. However, your small fever still lingered.

It sucked, but you were glad that you were starting to feel better.

After you regained full consciousness, you noticed that Otto was back by his whiteboard. He was humming a happy tune, while the actuators were all watching him work.

Until Flo caught you again. In an instant, she jumped and turned around, facing you with her glowing yellow light.

"Up again already?" Otto jovially asked. "Well, you woke up at a good time. I needed another break after the breakthrough I just made."

You giggled, before he got up and made his way over to you again. He was smiling so bright, his eyes twinkling as he looked you over again. He could just tell you were starting to feel better.

Still, he wanted to check though. So he put his hand on your forehead and asked,

"How you feeling?"

"Well enough to cuddle with you," you joked, making him playfully sigh.

"I'm serious, Sam. Do you still have a headache? Are you still aching?"

"I still have a small fever, but my headache and body aches are basically gone."

"Yeah, you definitely still have a fever," he observed before pulling his hand away. "Feeling nauseous at all? Seems like you've been keeping your soup down."

"No, I don't have any nausea," you replied. "Just the little fever, promise."

"Okay, well maybe a lukewarm shower will help the fever go down," he noted.

"I don't have another pair of clothes," you whined.

"No worries. You can just wear one of my shirts as a nightgown. I mean you aren't going anywhere."

"Fair point. It is more comfortable to cuddle in than my work clothes."

Otto playfully rolled his eyes.

"Then it's settled. I'll run your water," he announced before leaving you alone in the room to do that.

You were only alone for a few minutes though, before he came back and tried to help you out of bed.

Your legs were still kind of numb, so it was a bit of a challenge. You ended up falling into his embrace, which made him more flustered since your top fell down a little in the process.

But he ignored it as best he could to help you regain your balance. It only took another two minutes to do so, and finally you made your way to his bathroom.

His little bathroom was simple, but kinda cute. It had just enough space to move around, which was good. It also had a mirror, a standard sink and faucet, and white cabinets & drawers underneath. Then to the side was a porcelain white toilet with a white medicine cabinet above. As for the walls, they were painted a baby blue, matching the tiles that decorated the walls of the shower/bath combo.

But what really caught your attention was his shower curtain. The fabric was decorated with painted octopi, all different colorful species against an ocean background.

The sight made you giggle, which Otto noticed.

"What's so funny?"

"Your shower curtain," you answered. "Kind of on the nose, huh?"

"Flo liked it," he shrugged. "Now are you able to clean yourself off or..."

"As much as I would like you to help me, I noticed how flustered you are so I can handle it myself. No worries."

"Well, alright. I'll be in the kitchen making you some more soup."

"Aye, aye captain," you teased, before he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

He went straight to the kitchen after, humming a happy tune again while he fished out another can of soup from the bag.

But as the soup started to cook, Flo began to vibrate loudly like she felt a disturbance. Otto was more than confused and tried to calm her down before he heard a loud thud.

Panicked, he rushed back over to the bathroom and swung the door open. But when he peeked through the curtain, his heart dropped.

There you were, lying unconscious on the tub floor. Your right leg was up in the air while your left was bent at the knee. One arm was pinned against your side and the left of the tub while the other dangled from the tub's edge.

And then there was your head.

It was drooping from the side, but posed almost like a melancholy Renaissance painting. It was an odd sight, but Otto wasted no time to help you. Even if he didn't want to gaze upon your naked body...

Well, not yet anyway.

Still, he jumped into action, stopping the water that was still raining down on you first. After, he picked you up and wrapped you in a towel to dry you off.

You fell into his grasp again as he dried you off, giving him another close up peek of your breasts.

But he ignored it again and threw the first t-shirt Moe grabbed from his closet on you.

"I'm glad she's still breathing," he told Flo once he picked you up again and brought you to the bed. The actuator comforted her creator with a cheek rub after. "I just hope she'll wake up soon. I really did want to cuddle with her."

He sulked away soon after, walking back to his kitchen to stop the soup cooking on the stove. Then he retired himself back to his desk, just praying Flo would sense you getting up again.

You didn't give him much time to reflect though as you opened your eyes again a few minutes after Otto put you back in bed.

You were very confused though.

Last thing you remembered was being in the shower. You didn't remember leaving said shower or putting his T-shirt on.

What happened in between then and now? And why were you unconscious again?

It made no sense, but you didn't want to freak out Flo who just realized you were up again. So you just saved face and slowly sat back up.

"She's up?!" Otto happily asked his helper.

Flo nodded.

"Oh good," he chirped turning his attention to you.

You felt like you were gonna blush by how happy he sounded.

"Hungry?" he jovially asked. "I just heated up another can of soup for you."

"Yeah, I could go for some more soup," you replied. "And your cuddles."

He laughed.

"Soup first, cuddles later," he gently said. "Besides, you need to get your strength back up and take some more Tylenol. How you feeling? You took a nasty fall earlier. We had to take you out the shower."

"Oh, is that why I have no recollection of how I got here? And why I feel a bit more sore?"

"I'm afraid so," he confirmed. "Stay put and get cozy. I'll be right back with your remedies."

You nodded, although you were really confused as to why you fell. You've never fallen in your shower before.

Was it because your legs were previously a bit numb?

Maybe...

Otto returned before you could ponder though, but without his apron on this time. The routine was the same though and he fed you again with no hesitation.

The way he looked at you between bites made your heart melt even more. It was clear in his warm brown eyes that he was fond of you. He obviously developed a crush on you since your time together, but you didn't mind.

Of course...

"Otto," you started, almost hesitating to ask him what you were about to ask.

"Yes, Sam? Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," you assured him. "I just wanted to know something..."

"What?" he softly asked.

"Do you like me?"

His face turned even more red than before.

"What gave it away?"

You giggled.

"The way you've treated me all day. You seem more interested in me than just being my nurse. And you blushed when I asked to cuddle with you earlier."

"Right," he sighed. "I suppose I do fancy you. You remind me of my Rosie. I miss her so much, but maybe you're the sign that I need to move on."

"Otto," you softly said, caressing his face. "Would you like to go on a date with me once I get better?"

He smiled, before replying,

"Yes, I would like that a lot. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you."

You giggled again.

"Okay, I'll make a decision soon," you promised.

"Take your time. You're still ill," he remarked. "Now back to your soup. The sooner you eat and take your pills, the sooner we can get the cuddling."

"Right," you chirped, gladly taking another slurp of soup he gave you.

Another few minutes passed and you finished your meal and took your medicine. And once you did, Otto went back into his kitchen to clean up so he could finally cuddle and watch the movie with you.

Truly, he was anticipating this as much as you. He had been so lonely for so long, he was glad that he found you.

His sick, little fallen angel.

"I think it's cuddle time," he happily said before he joined you in the bed.

You laughed and let Moe wrap around you to put you in Otto's lap. He released you after and you laid your head on Otto's chest while Flo found the DVD and put it in the player next to the TV.

After, she returned to your side, guarding you as her creator held you close against his beating heart.

You were in heaven and you felt more loved than you ever had in your entire life.

Otto was just so nice and soft and plush. He made a wonderful sentient pillow, a nice one you didn't want to let go off or move from.

And you made that very apparent when you fell asleep against him right before the movie ended.

Otto couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you looked in your slumber either. But Flo was a bit concerned about your comfort.

"Flo, leave her be. She seems comfortable to me. Let her keep resting," he told his creation before he gently caressed your face again. "Looks like I might have found you a new mommy, guys. A new, beautiful mommy."

Flo buzzed of excitement at the thought, before she wrapped herself around you loosely and gently vibrated against your stomach.

You were too knocked out to notice though.

And Otto just kept watch until he also succumb to his fatigue, his subconscious just hoping that you would be better in the morning.

#hope you enjoy #doc ock #doctor octopus #doctor octavius #dr. otto octavius #otto octavius #spiderman #raimi trilogy #nwh #no way home #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fic #archive of our own #alfred molina

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myveryownfanfiction · 4 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery (thanks for the idea), @cassieuncaged, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @verysmolnerd, @ghostlypie

warnings: menstruation, swearing

I woke with a groan. I tried rolling onto my stomach, pressing my hips into the mattress to try to alleviate the pain. I groaned as I was ripped from the last visages of sleep. Otto appeared in the doorway and the actuators moved towards me.

“what wrong?” Otto asked, concern dripping from his voice. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” I groaned. “Just my period trying to kill me.” Otto came over and sat down next to me. Gently brushing away my hair, Otto leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t have anything here for you except for some painkillers.” Otto murmured. I nodded.

“I can go home.” I offered. “Might be better anyway. First day is always the worst.”

“it’s fine.” Otto tried to assure me. “I can go shopping. It’s no big deal. Let me take care of you darling.” I nodded and Otto got up to grab the painkillers for me. I sat up slowly before taking them. Otto helped me lay back down once I was done and kissed me softly.

“still hurts like a son of a bitch.” I groaned as I maneuvered into a slightly more comfortable position.

“I’m sure it does sweetheart.” Otto said, brushing my hair back again. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Otto kissed my head again and stood up. “Love you.”

“love you too.” I said before he left the apartment. I drifted in and out of sleep while waiting for him to come back. Before I knew it, Otto was climbing back into bed with me. The actuators wrapped around me gently as Otto kissed my shoulder. “Hey.”

“hi.” He murmured. “I got pads for you. And a heating pad. The actuators kept giving me suggestions so there’s a lot of candy in there too. And a couple plushies. And a blanket.” Otto listed off. I laughed and went to turn around in his arms with flos help. “And a new travel mug I thought you would like. And some more plushies.” I kissed him and cupped his cheek.

“you’re really sweet you know that Otto?” I asked. Otto blushed. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I snuggled into Otto’s side. He held me and whispered sweet nothings to me as I slowly drifted off again.

#otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius fanfic #Otto Octavius fanfiction #Otto octavius imagine #Alfred molina #alfred Molina x reader #Alfred Molina fanfic #alfred Molina fanfiction #alfred Molina imagine #monthly series

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bloodonmysqueegee · 10 months

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Some little doodles from my "Superior lives in earth 1048 now" au/fic thing

I like to think that it's more obvious that e-1048 is very videogame-y to people that aren't originally from it (hence doc finding it weird that Peter can change his suit in one nanosecond)

Most of these doodles are based on a fic I'm writing right here, please go read it (ch. 4 should be out soon)

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verysmolnerd · 29 days

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Meeting Otto in college

You're not sure where you've seen him before; maybe at the back of a lecture hall or the cafeteria, but you knew he was there. For a man of his size, he was always amazing at blending into the crowd.

A stealthy giant indeed, but you were a person to notice subtleties.

You had to be sitting on the steps with a group of people and one of them pointed him out from everyone else, "Yeah, that's Otto. Dude's already on his way to be valedictorian. I haven't seen him fail a single assignment."

After that it's kind of hard to ignore him from then on out, he's practically seen between classes.

You know he's smart, literally everyone sharing a class with him says he is. But he's not wise nor clever. He's a dork. You know when he's actively near you.

He's a nerd in love, that's a new thing for him. So the shyness level is over 9000.

If you're trying to find a textbook in the library, he's peeking through the shelf. Those thick-framed glasses over those big brown eyes are hard to miss.

If you're at an open lounge meeting with a professor, then he's three or four couches away tutoring some student passing their classes by the skin of their teeth.

You're not sure what to make of this, so some days you just stay in your dorm room for a while, getting your work done; making the plans to get a job right after you get that bachelor's degree in your hand.

That's when Otto realizes that a lot of students come and go, and you might be one of them. Som panic sets in for him.

So he starts to gain the confidence to speak with you with your infrequent presence on campus. Mainly out of fear that he might not see you again.

So, when it comes to partner up for your next chemistry lab, there's Otto Octavius standing right in front of you with a small smile.

As expected, the lab goes without a hitch, but you do everything in your power to make sure that Otto doesn't do all of the work. There had been multiple people bragging that he had raised their grade because they used him for an important lab.

He insisted that he does the work fist, but you were quick to tell him that other students have used him to their advantage; an easy A.

After the lab, you exchange numbers and email. He wanted to ask for it at first, but he hesitated.

He ends up meeting you frequently between classes, asking how they went and listening to you rant about a trashy professor.

He sits next to you in lectures that you share. You help each other with notes.

There are tutoring sessions between the both of you, and it's easy to tell that he already know the material, but he's pretending not to fro you to teach him on it.

Dude speaks the language of science, any sort of jargon within the science community, he speaks it like it's just slang.

That meaning, he can sue out those entry-level professors trying to sound intellectual when they're really on a power trip because they're just an awful person.

He's a teacher's pet, and there are "coffee dates" with one of his professors on the regular.

He's so afraid of making things awkward that he makes it worse when his professors are the third wheel.

It literally takes a professor to pull you aside and flat out say that you need to do something, because the big man has a crush that goes higher than the school's clocktower.

So rater than Otto scheduling a "coffee date" you schedule an event. What you chose was a tad bit unorthodox compared to what Otto was used to, you wanted to have some physical activity to unwind formal the stress. (Wink Wonk)

(He would literally faint at the idea of Sex) You go axe throwing or you you go update to visit a driving range. Then you have dinner with him.

When you brought up the idea, he was about to ask if another professor can come.

You were quick to say, "Threes a crowd." It goes off without a hitch and, but you can see him restrain himself from getting too close to you. he was always at arms distance, nothing more.

So, you take this in your hands once again; you literally take his large hands in your own at some dingy restaurant that nobody really knows about.

This sends him such a shock that eh entire car hide back to campus is completely silent.

He was a gentleman and walked back to the building. He, however, stops you before you could go in.

His face is beet red, as he closes the distance between you.

his kiss is forced and far too puckered, but it's a kiss nonetheless. It was a big jump for him, so his bravery doesn't go unnoticed.

So, you bid him goodnight with a peck on the cheek.

You now have a giant nerd for a boyfriend.

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Fireworks holiday is coming up - can I request an Octodad fic of either (1) little/ adopted Peter being scared by the noise but loving the pretty lights or (2) sound-sensitive autistic teen Peter dealing with getting through the holiday? Just big old cuddle dad helping his son is what I'm pretty much after, lol, so any variant of that would be great!

here's prompt one!

Thanks so much for these requests! I loved them both so so much. I might even take a crack at the second prompt just for fun!

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Otto Octavius: Instinctive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, sure. My bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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