Chapter 4
After…
“See you tonight?”
Jesse nodded with a smile, “Yeah…”
Nicole pushed his shoulder with her hand in a playful gesture, “I swear, if you put on the Batchelor again-“
He rolled his eyes and chuckled, “You love The Batchelor,”
“If you put it on, then I’ll be staying all night,”
“You’d stay all night anyways,”
Nicole huffed and bit her bottom lip, “Yeah~ I would,”
She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Bye, baby.” She pushed the door open, leaving the school building and out to the parking lot.
Jesse watched her leave with the stupidest grin. He inhaled slowly, then exhaled, looking down at the floor. He’d probably have to clean up a bit at home. Before he could leave and head home, he had to check the boys locker room in case someone lost something or broke something in there.
He walked away from the exit doors and down the hallways. The school building wasn’t that empty after school. First, there was after school football, what Jesse just finished up and dismissed the boys, then there was Beyond the Bell. Beyond the Bell was just a program run by the school in case parents take longer to pick up their kids after school because of work. That was in the gymnasium, students can finish their homework and maybe throw around some basketballs here and there.
Jesse could hear distant shouts and squeaking of shoes on the gymnasium floor. Some kids from the football league stayed at Beyond the Bell after practice until their parents come over. At least the kids had something to do while they wait. He pushed through the doors of the gymnasium. It was a large space with some tables set up. Some students were doing their homework or on their phone. The rest of the space was a free for all. People were playing a small game of basketball and in another corner, some were kicking around a soccer ball, a volleyball was being thrown up in a game of Keep it Up.
Jesse walked along the wall, trying not to interrupt any games or conversations and walked into the boys locker room.
—
After picking up a few lost uniforms and throwing them into the lost and found bin and locked it up, Jesse left the locker room. As soon as he walked out, he headed for the door, but stopped as he heard a familiar voice,
“Coach Foster!” Someone called.
Jesse hummed with a smile and shook his head. He turned around,
“Harry? I never see you this late. Dad still at work?” He asked the boy in front of him.
Harry was getting mighty tall for his age, already being able to speak to Jesse at eye level.
Harry nodded and shrugged, “He told me he’s going to be a bit late, but he’s coming to pick me up later when he’s done,” he said, holding his phone in his hand.
Jesse sighed, “Don’t let your dad overwork himself,” he chuckled, “he ain’t no spring chicken anymore, we’re all getting older.”
Norman was a few years ahead of Jesse in school. He never saw him much but after the death of his brother, he came over to offer his condolences. He and his brother were coworkers after all. They don’t talk often, but they’re still friendly.
Harry exhaled sharply with a grin, “I’ll be sure to let him know you said that,”
Jesse chuckled, “Nice seeing you, Harry, I’ve gotta head out. Tell your dad I said hello,”
“And that you said he’s old!”
“That also. While your at it, when you see Peter, tell him that he’s still missing that essay for Mrs. Luna.”
Harry groaned, “He’s gonna fail that class one day!”
Jesse laughed and turned to head out. He pushed the door open, leaving the gymnasium.
Date night on a Friday night. Finally changing up the schedule. He hoped Dr. Strange was right, a change in schedule is all he needs to get back on his feet and feeling happy again.
But he didn’t need a change in schedule to know that Nicole Luna was his happiness.
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To Love, To Lose
Fandom: Insomniac Spider-Man
Summary: Harry shows up to May's house while you and MJ deliberate. He seems... different.
Word Count: 1068
Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader (romantic - established)
Trigger(s): Cursing, Light angst
A/n: I wrote this in 10 minutes and I wasn't going to post it b/c I didn't think it was up to my usual standard? But hey, the Harry Osborn fans have such little content, so why not. Might delete later, but feel free to request something!
MJ was pacing around in May’s house while talking to Peter on the phone when knocks came from the front door.
“I’ll get it,” you told her. You were already jittery enough with the state of the city and you needed to move around.
Pete’s voice was barely audible from MJ’s phone, saying, “Just… try to stay away from Harry. He’s not himself anymore.”
You shuddered and toyed with a hair tie on your wrist. The last time you saw your boyfriend, he lashed out and yelled at you to leave his apartment. It was the first time you had ever been scared of him, and unfortunately, it wasn’t the last.
You opened the door and yelped when you saw Harry leaning in the doorway with a distant, mischievous look in his eyes. You immediately went to slam the door shut, but he put his hand on the door and pushed it open with an unprecedented amount of force.
MJ had had to deliver the news of what had happened to Harry in the Oscorp lab. About how ghostly he looked, and how angry he was, and how that thing swallowed him whole. How it made a mockery of one of the kindest souls you’d ever met by speaking as if they were one.
But in front of you was Harry, your Harry, in the flesh. He looked more alive than ever before.
“Babe,” you started cautiously, hoping to appeal to whatever was left of your boyfriend. “I haven’t heard from you in while. I was worried.”
He took a slow step towards you and you fought the urge to move back. Some scuttling in the background told you MJ was searching for her gun behind the kitchen counter.
“I’ve been busy.” He took another step closer to you, and this time, you bumped into a stack of boxes behind you. His eyes traced your silhouette. “Do you know why I fell in love with you?”
You didn't even bother trying to find out where the fuck he pulled that question from. He's still there, you told yourself. Just respond how you normally would. "Because I'm hot?"
Harry put his hand on your cheek. “Charming, as always.” He let his hand fall. “It’s deceiving.”
“What do you mean?” Hurry up, MJ.
“This is me giving you a chance, love,” he drolled. “I fell in love with you because you’re always helping people. You’ve always been that way. With your work in FEAST, with Pete and his hero work, when Mom passed…” Harry’s eyes fluttered and you willed him to hold onto that bit of consciousness. “I’m better now. I have the power to make everything better. The question is, are you going to join me?”
“Harry,” you began, looking down. He grabbed your chin so that you met his gaze, with more force than need be. You squeezed your eyes shut. You were trembling now, and his grasp did not loosen. “I want to help you,” you whispered, “But this isn’t the way.”
“Look at me.”
You obliged, and locked your jaw to gather some nerve.
He took a step back and released you, seeming shocked at his own on-and-off behavior. “Are you scared of me?”
You reach out to him tentatively and brought the sides of his jacket closer to his neck. He was seeing through you, his eyes scrutinizing your every minor movement, so you said the only honest comment that felt safe to say. “I’m scared for you.”
His tendrils shot out abruptly and grabbed your arm, making you scream. “After everything we’ve been through together, you still won’t trust me. You’re so fucking blind!”
“Harry, this isn’t you.” You fought to get out of his tendrils’ grip, but they move to take hold of your neck.
“Wrong,” he grinned, applying more pressure. “This is the real me.”
Harry spasmed suddenly and fell to the floor, dropping you in the process.
"Back window," MJ ordered, taser gun in hand as she ran to meet you on the other end.
You didn't hesitate. How could you? You always thought your loyalty would overpower your survival instinct, but a loved one binding with an alien and choking you seemed to be the breaking point of that value. The feeling of betrayal burned, and you couldn't decipher it.
You ran through the kitchen and into the backroom, then vaulted through the window -- but not before grabbing a box cutter on your way out. MJ helped you to your feet, but Harry had already recovered and was in pursuit.
MJ put her hands up in surrender, and you mirrored her actions. "We love you, Harry. Do you know how much it hurts to see you like this?"
"It hurts to see me healed?" Harry laughed darkly. "Some friend you are. Maybe that's why your writing never goes anywhere."
You turned to your last ditch effort. "You're right," you told him, stepping forward while MJ stood frozen behind you. "We haven't been listening to you. You look healthier now, because of... the suit." You took a few more steps forward. His tendrils swirled behind him - he was wary, but not enough to attack. "Who's to say what else it can do? I'm scared, Harry, I won't lie. But I'm tired of not being able to save the people I love."
Harry closed the distance and took your hand. "You're ready to take that leap of faith?"
You gulped and nodded. The symbiote travelled from his arm to your enclosing around it and spreading to your chest. "One more thing, though." You pulled him closer with your free arm and whispered in his ear, "I don't go down without a fight."
You plunged the box cutter into Harry's side.
Harry didn't react. Harry wasn't there at all. The symbiote, no longer attached to the both of you, consumed Harry entirely. It was a looming, hideous monster. "Naïve. We should have known better. But you should have, too."
His tendrils shot out towards MJ. You ran to free her, but got thrown into the wall of the house by another tendril. MJ screamed and clawed at the grass, but the symbiote overcame her in angry strands of red and yellow until a smaller, more terrifying version of Harry's monster took hold of her.
"Show them what they're missing," the larger symbiote called over its shoulder before launching into the distance.
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Hiii~ I saw your request post and I wanted to make one for Doc Ock. I was wondering if we could see Doc Ock becoming lonely in his hideout so he kidnaps one of his former students (female and shy please). She’s afraid out of her mind but he thinks it’s adorable. NSFW and fluff if that’s ok too? Thank you 🥰
Hello!~ It's been a while since I had been able to write for Doc Ock, so I was more than happy to do this request. I'm hoping it's decent; I'm realizing I'm not very good at doing quick little drabbles, as I have trouble condensing stuff and not dragging it out or adding a lot of details. Might have to start limiting requests to headcanons for a little while until I can catch up to speed with all the requests. But anyway! Hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for!
Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, oral sex
Without Otto around to mentor her through her internship, Y/N had been graciously accepted to work under Harry Osborn with Oscorp Industries, so that she could complete her schooling.
Fondness bloomed in the deepest trenches of the doctor’s chest as he watched Y/N roll her eyes behind Harry’s back, unamused by his charms. It heated his aglid heart to see how much less she enjoyed the Osborn kid’s company than his own, her stiff smiles and forced laughs something he had never once seen from her during her time under his own wing.
No, when in his presence, Y/N was none short of genuine, so much so that he could read her every emotion like the pages of a beloved children’s story. Her grins and giggles never sounded insincere around him, and, to his delight, nor did her blushes or her nervous stammers.
The timid young woman hid just out of sight beneath an eggshell, always taking two steps back the closer he got to her. He should have felt offended by her skittishness around him, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find an allure in her shy nature. She startled easily and shrunk down whenever he stood over her, looking for all the world like an abandoned kitten he wanted to take home with him.
You can take what you want.
Otto’s dark brows knit at that. Yes, yes, that was true, he certainly had the means and power now to do as he desired…No! Absolutely not. He couldn’t just steal a person, that was absurd!
What’s so absurd about it?
The scientist pinched his sunglasses between gloved fingers, ignoring the dull pounding of a building headache. “It’s absurd because she’s not some…some object,” he told himself aloud, trying to shake away such a ridiculous thought.
She’s beautiful like one.
“She is, isn’t she…” Otto groaned, spreading his large hand across his face. “That is beside the point! I cannot simply kidnap a woman because I’m—”
Alone?
Abandoned?
Forgotten?
Anguished?
Forsaken?
“ENOUGH!” Otto Octavius panted, hands at his knees as the actuators crowded around him, their scarlet beams boring into his skull. “Enough, all of you…please…”
You deserve to take what you want.
“I…I don’t…”
You’re not a failure. The world has failed you.
“Th-that’s not—”
Think of her.
A static image of Y/N fizzled into Otto’s brain, frozen in his mind’s eye.
Y/N smiled so sweetly at him, one hand loosely gripping the shawl on her arm in an anxious gesture as he spoke over her, resplendent in a cyaneous dress from one of Oscorp’s formal events. The one they first met at.
His eyes shamelessly roamed over the image presented to him. Such a timid young woman…He could well and truly tell how much she admired him, and while it was expected for most budding scientists to have an awkward social streak around other people, she had a clumsy way about her that was less off-putting and more…endearing, perhaps.
Look at her.
“I-I’m looking…”
Don’t you want her?
“...I do, I just—”
Then take her.
Otto stared into the memory of Y/N’s eyes, and the longer he sank into those E/C depths, the more his plans solidified.
He had to have her.
That night, the scientist took the same route he had traversed for the past few weeks, following Y/N’s trek from Oscorp Industries to her apartment on the other side of town. He always kept a careful watch on her, in particular during the times where she ducked past dark alleyways or broken street lamps. Thankfully, for the most part, she kept her gaze down and people didn’t bother her much.
Otto gave her a few more hours, allowing her to have dinner, change, brush her teeth, and crawl into bed, all while he leaned against the brick of the building, watching the night roll out. After another hour or so of trying to ascertain the difference between stars and planes overhead, he finally unlocked her window with one of the meticulous claws, ensuring nothing broke as he entered her bedroom.
Y/N was fast asleep, burrowed into a mass of blankets and covers, none-the-wiser to his appearance.
The claw peeled back her bedcovers, revealing Y/N dressed in soft cotton pajama shorts and a matching spaghetti-strap tank. He subdued an amused chuckle as his eyes scanned the patterns of her sleepwear (penguins with cowboy hats and water pistols), but had more trouble catching back a strangled gasp when he realized Y/N was without a bra. Tiny pebbles poked through the fabric, made even more so prominent as he stole away the warmth of her covers.
Control yourself.
Had that been his voice? Or that of one of his new “companions” whispering in his ear? Either way, the advice was solid, and he swallowed down the lump in his throat before continuing.
One of the actuators worked its way carefully around her frangible form, taking care to grip her hard enough to secure her where he wanted her, but not so much as to cause her any discomfort. The mechanical digits clutched around her waist, gently lifting her from the mattress.
Y/N drooped in his grip, her head lolling to the side and hair curtaining her face from the shift in gravity. A free claw was quick to swoop in and pluck the fallen hairs out of the way.
For a few unstable heartbeats, Otto held her close in front of him, pleased to finally see her up-close again. Her eyelashes fluttered with dreams, her lips parted slightly as she mumbled something about a “nuclear panda.” One of Otto’s gloved hands flexed, chasing away the temptation to swipe a leather finger down her cheek and jaw.
The scientist’s free arms hoisted him back out through the window, cautiously taking Y/N’s unconscious form along with him. Gooseflesh erupted along her exposed skin from the brisk night air, and a part of him considered removing his coat for her, but dismissed the idea when it occurred to him that that would risk waking her; the last thing he needed was for Y/N to awaken in the middle of being carried high over the glittering city below, and to realize she was in danger of plummeting to her death.
He’d sooner die by gruesome torture than ever let something like that happen—but obviously, she would not be privy to his intentions. There was no need to send the poor thing into a full-on heart attack.
Otto transported her at a slower pace than he normally took, ensuring she would not be jerked and tossed about like a ragdoll. As they neared his hideout at the abandoned pier, he thought on the suffocating grasp of frigiferous loneliness that normally strangled his lungs upon arrival, his chest oddly lightweight with Y/N in his possession. He smiled.
Settling in, he lay Y/N down upon the makeshift bed he had fashioned in the back of the crumbling structure, allowing her to roll from the claw cradled at her hips. She groaned softly as he drew a ragged blanket over her bare shoulders, and felt a swirl of guilt at having not better prepared for her being there. Not that there was much to be done to improve the hospitality of a decaying pier, but still.
Y/N took some time to rise with the sun, and though Otto was never much of a patient man, for her, he could make an exception. Besides, he took a strange pleasure in watching her sleep, her legs occasionally kicking and flinching, her lips parted as she occasionally muttered nonsense, eyelashes sweeping her cheeks.
Eventually, as the sun broke through and bathed her in a ruddy orange glow, Y/N began to stir, her dreams fading into the sunlight. Befuddled by her arrangement, the girl cast a quick look around her at all sides, determined she was indeed no longer dreaming, and began to scream.
Perhaps breaking, entering, and stealing away his former student away in her sleep was not the doctor’s brightest idea.
“Y/N!” Otto called out, allowing his mechanical limbs to draw him closer, until he hovered a few inches over her prone form.
“D-Dr. Octavius?” Y/N whispered, rubbing an eye with the back of her fist as she blinked away any last remnants of sleep, possibly questioning the reality of her current situation. “Where—oh my god, where am I?”
“It’s okay, take a second to breathe,” he reassured her, but she flinched away from his hand as he went to pat her shoulder. “You’re safe. I’m not going to harm you.”
“I-I don’t understand.” Y/N pulled the ratty blanket closer to her shivering skin, eyes roving across the abandoned pier with sheer bewilderment. “How did I-I get here? And wh…” She trailed off, words catching in her throat as she took in his appearance.
That’s right, he hadn’t seen her since the accident.
Seeing her former mentor hovering over her, his monstrous tentacles tracking her movements with electric crimson eyes, she couldn’t help but to quiver. There was no way she had missed seeing his name and face in the news, for all the various crimes blotting his record, so she knew what he was capable of.
Y/N shrunk away as he drew closer, hugging the blanket to her chest. “Please! Dr. O-Octavius, please. Why am I here?”
The doctor could hardly admit that he had kidnapped her because he was lonely.
“I just…missed my favorite student,” he murmured, leather fingers coming to rest at her jaw.
Y/N winced, and he felt her shivers against the back of his hand. “Please d-don’t hurt me.”
“Hurt you?” he chuckled fondly, allowing one of the actuators to replace his hand. “Didn’t I just get through saying I wouldn’t harm you, Y/N?”
Y/N’s eyes shone with a thin layer of glittering tears, and Otto’s heart stopped abruptly. Teasing her for more of those terrified expressions and fearful mewls was enticing, but he never intended to push her to a breaking point. While he found the imbalance of power between you two admittedly…appealing, he wasn’t a proud man to make you cry.
“Don’t…Damn it. Y/N, I was being serious, I won’t…”
Without warning, Otto turned sharply on his feet, storming across the clearing as he ran his hands through his hair, mulling over what had compelled him to do something so idiotic.
“I shouldn’t have brought you here,” he concluded, ignoring the actuators as they popped up all around his face, staring him down with beady, volatile crimson eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking…damn! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll take you home.”
He moved to grab her and she flinched again.
“Sorry! My apologies, I wasn’t…I just…need to carry you back, that’s all. I know the arms are intimidating, but they won’t—”
“Oh, no, it’s n-not that,” Y/N assured him, playing absentmindedly with a loosened string on the elastic of her shorts. “I-I just don’t…want to go?”
Otto gawked down at the girl, the gears in his head turning wildly as they raced to track this conversation. “I’m sorry?”
“I-I said that I…” Y/N’s eyes jumped from object to object around the pier, never fully meeting his eyes directly, “I don’t, um…well, I don’t want to leave.”
Even the actuators gaped at her, cocking their claws from side to side like baffled pups, hissing softly. When Otto remained without words, Y/N buried her face in her hands, digging her fingers into her hair momentarily before exhaling a frustrated huff.
“I-I missed you, Dr. Octavius!” she blurted. Hands falling from her face, he saw that telltale surge of color in her cheeks, her bottom lip twitching as she struggled to overcome an inner battle.
“I’ve always, uhm, admired you, d-doctor. Your work ethic, y-your thoughts o-on nuclear science are unparalleled. And you’ve always taken your time with me! Y-you never—you never made me feel like an idiot for not getting things, and you’ve always had such a brilliant brain. It’s…it’s why I decided to intern under you in the first place.”
Y/N still avoided his eyes, her stammers lessening but her bashfulness remaining at full tilt as she fiddled with a strand of her hair. “I like you, Dr. Octavius. I’m…I’m sure you hear it all the time, so I know it hardly means anything coming from someone like me, but I think you’re amazing. Your thoughts, your passions, all of it, And I just w—”
Otto cleared the gap, allowing his arms to lower him just enough to where he could align his lips with hers, slotting their mouths together in a deep kiss that made him thankful that the arms were there to support his weight. He melted into her with a relieved sigh, gloved hands finding their way around either side of her face to angle her better against him.
For a horrifying moment, Y/N did not respond, merely trembling beneath the sensual kiss as he worked his lips over hers, exploring the feeling of her mouth against his.
However, a moment later, Y/N’s shaky hands reached up to gently rest at the back of Otto’s neck, urging him closer as she relaxed back into him, her lips soft and pliable, parting welcomingly to allow his tongue entrance.
His gloved hands roamed her cautiously, touching here and there as they kissed to assess her comfort levels. For as shy of a little thing as she was, the vixen made no protests to his advances, even going so far as to encourage them with little nips at the base of his throat.
"You're not afraid?" he asked between gasping breaths.
"I was," Y/N admitted, sighing into his touch, "only because I thought...I thought it might not be you in there. But it is."
He moaned without meaning to, and Y/N sat upright higher on the mattress to reach him, tentative hands brushing along his waistline. She continued that way for a time, offering her open mouth to his as her fingers played with his belt, stroking up and down his bare chest but always coming back to rest at his thighs.
Espresso eyes met hers, questioningly, tracking the little darts of her eyes and continued adornments of color to her cheeks and nose.
"Are you..." He leaned in, catching her earlobe between his teeth, "wanting to touch me, Y/N?"
Y/N swallowed visibly, and he got the impression that she wasn't one to be vocal about the things she wanted. "Y-yes, Dr. Octavius. May I?"
"Then by all means," he rumbled, voice tone dipping down from lust.
Her hands fumbled shakily over the buckle, listening for that metallic click to signify her access to him. Dipping a hand into his pants, she began to gently palm his heat in her fingers, self-consciously brushing across his package through the fabric.
Otto craned his neck back, straining for control. The demure little thing was shy in every aspect of herself, including the way she played him. Unfortunately, this meant her feather-light teases were now driving him insane.
Growling, the doctor allowed her to free him from the discomfort of his tight confines, his cock throbbing into her palm. Length-wise, she shouldn't have any troubles, but he had been blessed with a generous girth.
Y/N dotted kitten-light kisses to the weeping tip and Otto shook, breaths harsher as his mechanical limbs stretched out, locking onto the pier floorboards to stabilize him, lest his knees buckle. Y/N continued her torturous teases with diminutive licks all over his engorged head and length, her tongue prodding at the veins beneath the surface.
The scientist swore under his breath as she slurped the tip of him into her mouth, finally allowing him to breach her warmth. He bucked involuntarily toward her lips, stifling a desperate whine as she carried on with her coy navigation of him, suckling and licking around him like a lollipop, until finally he could take no more, and gripped the back of her hair.
Y/N peered upward, and the sight of her sitting beneath him, cheeks bulged with his cock as she tilted her head questioningly up at him, was enough to make him thrust forward, inching his way into further her mouth. Y/N obliged without complaint, her eyes fluttering shut as she worked him in deeper, careful to breathe steadily and angle him in such a way that she wouldn't choke just yet.
The girl hollowed her cheeks around him, suckling gently as her tongue encompassed him, roving over every bit of velvety flesh it could reach. Otto began to pick up the pace, ever watchful of her reactions to ensure she was okay with it, his hips colliding with her lip as he began fully stuffing himself down her throat.
Y/N gagged momentarily, tears manifesting at her eyelashes, but she remained dutiful, bobbing herself lightly up and down on him as his thrusts began to take on an uneven pace. With a final moan, he spent himself down her throat, clutching the back of her head to ensure he hit as far down as humanly possible.
He released her. Y/N coughed, but seemed otherwise no worse for wear, running her tongue along her lips to collect the last remnants of his sticky seed from her face. He shuddered at the sight.
Y/N rested her hands at his thighs, catching her breath in time with his. Otto swooped back in, catching her mouth to his in a quick, searing kiss. He hardly minded the taste of himself, so long as it was on her lips.
"Mm, Dr. Octavius—"
"Dear, I think we've moved well beyond formalities," he chuckled, letting one of the actuators cradle her cheek against its edge. "Please, call me Otto."
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