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moustacheshe · 2 years

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Yandere! Green Goblin (tssm) x fem! Reader

Note: I really just slipped into that series ^^' I still hope you enjoy it <3

(f/c) - favorite color

(f/g) - favorite gemstone

Warnings: nsfw, non-con, kidnapping, oral (fem receiving), biting, blood

Please don't read if you are under the age of 18! Furthermore, if you don't enjoy NSFW please skip the part! I marked the beginning and the ending.

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"Good morning Dr. Octavius, I'm so sorry I'm late!" You come in running, into the laboratory. The bus you usually take to reach the Oscorp Laboratory had an accident and was canceled. So you now ran all the way to your work, your half eaten breakfast still in your hand. You run past Otto Octavius, who couldn't say anything as fast as you run past him. Norman Osborn comes walking down the stairs of the laboratory. You couldn't stop in time, so you dodge him on your way. He quickly steps aside, surprised by you rushing past him. "Good morning Mr. Osborn! Sorry Mr. Osborn!" He wants to shout after you, but you've already vanished behind another corner. You quickly go into the locker room, throwing your stuff in your locker and putting on your lab coat. Between those things you take a bite of your breakfast and leave the locker room again.

Running back around the corner you see Norman Osborn still standing on the spot you almost ran him over. The moment he sees you coming he steps in your way. "(Y/n) one moment please!" You start to slow down and come to a sudden stop in front of him, almost crashing into him. "I'm really sorry *pant* I'm late, Sir. My bus *pant* had-" He stops your rambling with a gesture of his hand. "I don't care why you are late, but you should not exhaust yourself like that." You swallow hard while trying to catch your breath. "Look at you... You look horrible." You look away from him and mumble a 'Thank you very much, Sir...' under your breath. "Follow me, please!" He gestures you to follow him. Without any protest you walk behind him.

On your way you walk past Dr. Octavius, who looks at you with a confused expression. "Octavius, I'm borrowing your lab assistant for a few minutes." Norman exclaims, without even looking at the doctor. You just shrug your shoulders and mouth a 'I'm sorry' to Otto. The doctor just smiles at you and rubs the back of his head.

After a while he comes back with a glas of milk (cow, oat, soy, almond you decide) and some biscuits. He puts the glas and the biscuits in front of you and sits down on the other armchair. You just stare at the things on the table, wondering why he's doing this. Norman folds his hands, leans back and crosses his legs. You sit there not knowing what to do or say. "Since you didn't eat breakfast properly, I thought i might offer you something. I hope this is okay, I don't have anything else at the moment." Your eyes widen and your brain stops functioning for a moment. 'Huh?!' "Is something wrong?" You snap back to reality and shake your head. "No Sir! Thank you very much." You take one biscuit, dunk it into the milk and eat it. Norman's frown turns into a slight smile. "What I wanted to talk about to you..." He leans forward resting his elbows on his knees. "I know you always come to work by bus. If there is any reason for you to be late, just call me. You don't have to come here running. Besides doesn't your boyfriend have a car? Can't he bring you to work?" You raise an eyebrow and look at him puzzled. "Why would you assume I have a boyfriend, Sir? I don't have one...and if I do, you know more than me." You answer, laughing nervously at your own joke. Norman seems genuinely surprised by your answer. "Oh well, I never thought that a beautiful young woman like yourself would be single."

Norman takes you to his office and motions you to sit down. You sit down in one of the two armchairs, seated opposite of each other. In between them there is a small table with a tablecloth on top of it. 'Well at least I'm not seated at the big table... The 'I'm about to fire you' table...' "I'll be with you in a moment." The man says and walks into another room.

Indeed, what good news.~ Not that the other scenario would present a problem.

Your face gets a little heated at his compliment and you look down on the biscuits. "Well if that's so, I'll find someone to pick you up." Your head snaps back up and you look at him in confusion. "Mr. Osborn you don't need to do this. I'm well capable of getting here on my own." There is a question you really want to ask, but you decide not to. 'Why does he care so much for me?' You've only worked here for about 3 months and you're still young and inexperienced. So why would he always patronize you? Is it because of your age? "(Y/n) I have to make sure my employees are save and healthy. It'll be no big deal, just one phone call for me." His statement doesn't fit the way everybody else talks about him. It just doesn't make sense.

Suddenly his phone starts ringing, ripping you out of your thoughts. Norman pulls out his phone and looks at the screen. "I'll have someone by tomorrow, don't answer back! Now off to Dr. Octavius!" He stands up and answers his phone. Leaving you behind, confused and speechless.

It is one day after a stressful day of work. Dr. Octavius and you are the only ones left in the laboratory. "This Green Goblin guy really stole Oscorp technology, huh?" You suddenly ask the scientist while looking at the newspaper. Otto looks up from his work and one of his mechanical arms takes the newspaper from you. "Hey, I wanted to read that!" You protest, puffing up your cheeks and crossing your arms. "This is not your concern." He answers looking at the article. You can't quite read his expression. "Well he really crashed that party with all those rich people... But I think Spider-Man will get him eventually." You say trying to ease his nerves...and yours.

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Dr. Octavius sights and rubs his eyes underneath his glasses. "It's already way past the end of your work. Go home and get some rest, I'll stay a little longer to work on the generator." He says, putting down the newspaper. "I just don't wanted to leave you alone Dr. Octavius. If something happens I can-" "(Y/n) that's really sweet of you but you need your rest. Now shoo!" He turns you around with his mechanical arms and pushes you to the door. "Okay, okay. I'll leave." You say raising your hands in defeat. "Good night, see you tomorrow doctor." You give him a little wave and leave the room.

As you enter the room something feels off. The doctor is nowhere in the room. You hear the big generator working. It is until then you spot Dr. Octavius on the small screen on the control desk. He hysterically waves at the camera. You quickly run over and press the button which allows you to speak to him. "Dr. Octavius what is going on?!" You ask, starting to panic. He seems to be in big trouble. "(Y/n)! Did you insert the key into the control desk?!" He asks sounding stressed and angry. "NO! Which key?!" You look around, quickly spotting the red key inserted in the control panel. "What do I do?!" You ask as the generator gets louder and louder. "You need to turn the key to unlock the door and then pull it out in this position. Hurry!" He explains looking behind him to the big machine building up electricity. You quickly step over to the key...

As you are packing your stuff in the locker room you notice something is missing. "Oh shit, I forgot my phone in the laboratory!" You jog back to the control room you and the doctor were in.

Then you let out a yell as you get yanked back. A arm wraps around your neck holding your head locked in place and your body pressed against your attacker. "Well well, what have we here.~ Someone who wants to ruin the fun.~" A awfully misaligned voice speaks behind you. "(Y/n) what is going on?! Please help!" Dr. Octavius's voice sounds from the speakers. You pull at the arm holding you and try to wriggle out of the headlock. "LET ME GO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?! DR. OCTAVIUS I'LL HELP Y- arg! " You let out a strangled noise as the arm tightens around your neck. The stranger giggles at you squirming in his grip. He drags you over to the control desk. "I'm sorry doc, (y/n) is currently not available. Please try again later...if you can.~" Then he starts laughing turning off the intercom. You saw his hand while he turned off the microphone...it was green with claw like fingers. The picture in the newspaper. You swallow hard while you're frozen in fear as you realize who the person behind you is. "Y-You are the...the..." "Oh~ Pardon me, I forgot to introduce myself.~" He suddenly releases you. You stumble forward, catching yourself on the control desk. There's no time to catch your breath as you quickly turn around to face the person. There he is. He's even taller than you imagined him. A huge grin adorns his face and his yellowish eyes are fixated on you. You feel his gaze piercing right into your soul. "They call me the Green Goblin.~ My pleasure meeting you.~" He spreads his arms and takes a bow. 'What a freak.' You thing while pressing yourself against the desk.

Suddenly you feel the building shaking and the generator starts shooting lightning. You see Dr. Octavius on the monitor, he's getting one electroshock after another. The ceiling starts crumbling. 'SHIT!' You clench your teeth and look away from the monitor. The Goblin starts laughing, seemingly very amused about the whole situation. "Ahahahaha, what a show!" You start panicking as you try one last time to get to the key. One last chance to stop this disaster. "Not so fast, princess!~" The Goblin exclaims grabbing your wrist. "No! I need to stop the machine! Dr. Octavius is going to die and the whole building is going to collapse!" You yell at him trying to twist your wrist out of his grip. "Now this is the fun part. What would a show be without 'la grande finale'.~" He says motioning with his free hand.

You whimper as he yanks you forward. He catches you in his arms as you almost fall to the ground. With some more insane laughing he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder. You let out a uncomfortable noise as you start to struggle in his grip. "WHAT ARE YOU- ? LET ME DOWN!" You yell kicking your legs and pounding on his back. He exits the room. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "What kind of behavior is that? I wasn't even planning on saving someone today. You should be thankful." He says acting like he is hurt. "Saving me?! You caused this chaos! And where the hell are you taking me?!" You hiss while pushing yourself up to look over your shoulder. He chuckles at your brave behavior. "Now now, you wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't come back into the control room. Although I have to say it was quite exiting meeting you.~ But you should be careful to talk to me in that tone of voice. I'm not exactly what you call a nice person, I very much enjoy hurting people.~" You freeze for a moment. 'The newspaper said that he placed a bomb in a room full of people... He has no chill killing... And Dr. Octavius... I am lucky he didn't choose to hurt or...kill me...' The Goblin laughs at your sudden silence. "Hehehe, what's wrong, has the cat got your tongue?" You swallow hard and think about a way out of this situation.

"(Y/n)?!" You hear a faint voice. "(Y/n), where are you?!" It's coming closer. You've sunken down on the door after shouting for what felt like hours. "(Y/n)?! Are you here?!" You know this voice. "Mr. Osborn!" You whisper in realization. Quickly you stand up and start to bang against the door again. "I'M HERE! MR. OSBORN HELP, PLEASE!" Now you hear footsteps quickly coming closer. "(Y/n) are you in here?" His voice comes from right outside the room you are in. "YES! Yes I'm in here!" You shout. The door rattles but it doesn't open. "The lock looks like it melted..." Norman says from the other side of the door. "I'll need to ram the door. Step away from it!" "Okay!" You don't think that he can take down the door, but you step away from it anyway. There are a few forceful bangs against the door before it gives in. It bursts open and Norman Osborn stands in the doorway... You pause for a second. 'Weird...he almost looks like...' There's this unpleasant feeling in your stomach.

Not long after, the man carrying you comes to a sudden stop. He opens a door and you start to panic. "W-What a-are you doing?" You ask nervously. The Goblin doesn't answer you, he just let's you down and shoves you into the room. It's a lumber room. He stands in the door way, leaning against the frame as he grins down on you. You back away from him as far as you can in this small room. "What a shame, I would've loved to spend more time with you.~ But I need to go, I don't want to miss the outcome of my little experiment.~" He explains in a sinister tone, seemingly satisfied with himself. "What experiment?" You whisper with a shakey voice. He chuckles. "You'll see.~" That's when he backs out of the doorway, putting his hand on the door. "We'll meet again (y/n).~ Maybe next time we can spend some more time. I'm starting to like you.~" His shit eating grin grows even bigger as he closes the door and seals it shut with the laser from his finger. You stood there in the darkness of the room, shaking from the experience and his words. Slowly you approach the door and you try to open it. Of course it doesn't. "Hello?! Hello?! Is someone there?! PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE?! ANYONE?! I'M IN HERE!" You bang against the door and start to throw your whole bodyweight against it until your shoulder hurts.

You shake your head and run to Norman hugging him. He seems surprised by this sudden embrace but decides to let it happen. It's not like he didn't absolutely love it... "It's okay now." He strokes your back while you burry your face in his chest. "Dr. Octavius told me you-" "Dr. Octavius! Is he okay?" You interrupt him looking up with a concerned face. Norman's expression darkens. "Yes he's alive but...I'll explain that to you later... You need to tell me who did this." His request sounds urgent. You clench your hands to fists. "It was the...the Green Goblin."

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After that day your life started changing. Norman told you about what happened to Dr. Octavius and you were...devastated. A little relieved that he survived but... You have nightmares about the incident and you can't quite focus on your work. Norman gave you one week off, you told him that you don't need it but he insisted. It is not only that you can't sleep at night but when you wake up...there are scratch marks all over your body. They are not deep but very much visible. At first you thought that you scratched yourself while sleeping, you know...because of the trauma. But those marks don't look like they were made by fingernails. No, they look like claw marks. They are a warning...or more like harbinger...

Getting ready to go out you pack your stuff in a bag. It's weekend and you want to distract yourself by doing something with your friends. You leave the house and walk down the busy street. It's a beautiful day outside and you actually feel very good about today. As you make your way to the next café you see Norman Osborn approaching you. "Good morning (y/n)! I was about to visit you at your home." You raise an eyebrow and look at him confused. "Good morning...why...why would you want to visit me, Sir?" He looks like he's in a rush. "Oh, I just wanted to check on you. You were not looking to good as you left work yesterday. And you still don't look better." He answers, looking concerned. 'Why would he care? His behavior is really weird.' You just give him a soft smile.

You sight as you see new scratches on your body. 'It's him isn't it...' You ask yourself, already knowing the answer. "Hopefully Spider-Man will get him soon...whoever is underneath that mask." You whisper to yourself, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

Oh I would kill for that smile.~ But patience is a virtue...good thing I don't believe in morals. ~

"I'm fine, but thank you for asking Mr. Osborn. I'll have to go now, it was nice meeting you." You say wanting to go past him but he holds you back. "Wait I wanted to give you something." He fumbles in one of his pockets and pulls out a little present. "It's a little something to cheer you up. Just open it when you're at home." Norman says handing you the little package. You take it and are even more confused than before. "Thank you, Sir... But I really can't-" "No discussion! I need to go now, I've still plenty of work to do. Have a nice weekend and I'll see you on Monday." With a little nod and a smile he leaves you standing, still processing the whole encounter.

It is late and your friends brought you home...

You've carefully put the present in your bag and continued your day. The entire day you've spent being with your friends and doing something together. It was a really refreshing and overall enjoyable day. You told your friends about the encounter with your boss and the present he gave you. They all agreed on your boss being a sugar daddy... You just shoke your head and laught at their inappropriate comments. They just can't take this serious...

You enter your apartment and lock the door behind you. The bag you are carrying went flying onto the couch. With a sight you begin to take of your clothes until you're left in your underwear. You go to the bathroom and throw them into the washing basket. Getting rid of the rest of your clothes you step under the shower. The warm water relaxes your sore muscles and the soap washes of all the sweat. You step out of the shower, towel yourself and get ready for bed. Putting on your sleep t-shirt you walk to your bedroom. You open the window and the cool air of a beautiful summer night fills your lungs. With a smile you breathe in deeply, but then you notice something. The present...you didn't open it. You decide to get it and open it in your bedroom, since you probably can't sleep now that you know you completely forgot about it. Sitting down on your bed, you eye the square box in your hand. It is neatly wrapped with a (f/c) ribbon on top of it. Slowly you open it and inside is a jewellery box. "Huh..." It looks very expensive. You open the box and it reveals a bangle. "Wow..." You breathe as you see the jewellery. Carefully you get it out of the box and look at it for a moment. It is gold/silver with a big (f/g) on it. You put it on your wrist and continue to watch it shine in the light.

"What a nice bangle, it fits you perfectly.~" You stiffen and slowly turn your head over your shoulder to face the open window. There he is...the Green Goblin. He sits on the windowsill, one leg dangling of the edge. You quickly stand up from your bed facing him and backing up a few steps. "W-What are you d-doing here?" He smirks and looks you up and down. "My marks look good on you, don't you think?~" You you pull your t-shirt further down, trying to cover yourself. "No! They don't! How do you even get in her? I always lock everything up before going to sleep!" He laughs. "As if a closed window could stop me." The Goblin seems very amused about your silly question. "But you know what? Let me show you another thing.~" He demonstratively raises a finger and presses a button on the gear on his forearm. You hear a beeping sound and look down on your wrist. "What?!" The Goblin presses the same button again and the bangle around your wrist tightens. "Ow! What is-?!" Now panicking you try to get it off. "NO! FUCK!" You curse as it won't move. The Goblin laughs and jumps down from the windowsill into your room. "How do you like my present?~" You look at him in despair. "HOW? ARE YOU WORKING TOGETHER?" He snickers. "Eh, wrong! Who do you think I am?~" Freezing in you action you stare at him. "M-Mr. Osborn?" You ask, your voice shaking. "Bingo.~" His grin gets even bigger.

You feel like passing out. This can't be...or can it? You suspected it maybe one or two times but... For it to turn out to be reality is on a whole nother level. "Mr. Osborn...why? Why do you do this?! I've never done anything wrong. I...I-" He chuckles. "My my, why so nervous, I'm not going to hurt you...if you behave.~ Besides I'm not exactly Norman Osborn we just...share the same body.~ I am the Green Goblin.~" He starts coming closer. "Stay away from me! This is crazy! You are crazy!" You turn around to the door, quickly trying to get out of the room. As you are about to open it a stinging sensation drives from your wrist through your whole body. Like an electric shock, stunning you as you let out a yell. You support yourself on the door, your legs are shaking. The Goblin clicks his tongue and begins to chuckle again. "Ups, I forgot to tell you.~ My little present comes with some small extras installed into it.~" He now stands right in front of you, towering above your shaking form. You begin to panic, starting to breathe faster. "W-What do you want?" You ask glaring up at his face. "Oh, but what a delightful sight.~ I like it even more when you're looking at me like that, thinking you could intimate me.~" He forcefully grabs your chin and squishes your cheeks. With his other hand he grabs one of yours and pulls you closer. You try to get away from him, growling in frustration. "Ohhhh, if looks could kill... I'm so scared.~" He purrs sarcastically. "Now for the reason I'm here. Norman can't be seen taking you. So that's what I'm here for.~ Of course not without my own intentions. We'll keep you with us, we want you to love us as much as we love you."

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Your eyes widen and you don't know what to say. 'I-Is he for real?!' You whimper and struggle even more in his grip. He releases your face but quickly catches your other arm. "Y-You can't do this! You're a monster! Norman has a wife! I'm never going to love you!" You yell at him, hoping that maybe your neighbours will hear it too. "Ouch, I'm so hurt.~ Hehehe, I think I'll need to proof it to you just how much I want you.~" He chuckles, his face twisting into a way more sinister expression.

With a swift motion he turns around with you and shoves you onto your bed. "No! Stop!" You try to get up again but he is faster, throwing your legs onto the bed and sitting himself onto your hip. You try to push him down but he is way to heavy for you. "Don't make a fuss, princess. You're going to enjoy this.~" He fumbles on the back of his belt and pulls out some black ropes. "No, please I-" "Hush! And don't think about screaming...although I would much enjoy hearing your muffled cries underneath a gag." You seal your lips shut, pressing them together until they're only a thin line. You won't give him this satisfaction. He looks a little disappointed at your reaction. Nevertheless the turns you around underneath him, grabbing your arms and binding them together behind your back. You struggle and whimper as he pulls the ropes tight around your wrists. He pauses for a moment and looks at his work. "There, nice and secure.~ I hope you're comfortable.~" The Goblin chuckles before turning you back around.

Now you try to kick your legs in an attempt to get him off you. He simply catches your legs and holds them down with his legs. The Goblin then leans down to you, his head hovering just about the skin of your neck. You can feel his hot breath on it. "This little Goblin is going to give you a really good time.~" With those words he latches onto your neck. He bites down making you cry out in surprise. You close your eyes tightly and bite your bottom lip, trying desperately to make no sound. He begins to suck on the spot he just sank his teeth in, clearly enjoying the taste of your blood. His hands trail down your sides slipping underneath your t-shirt. "S-Stop ngh!" You manage to get out between clenched teeth. The Goblin leaves the spot on your neck, which stings badly and has a tight sensation to it. "Don't be like that, princess.~ I want to have my fun too. At least let me mark you properly.~" He gives you a toothy grin and goes down on another spot on your neck. At least this time he doesn't bite you. Leaving a few smaller marks on your neck he wanders deeper, his claws dragging across your flanks. A whimper leavers your mouth as he gets down from your hip and places himself between your legs. "No! You're not going to-" He interrupts you by grabbing your tights harshly. You curse yourself for not wearing underwear for sleeping. "No, I'm not going to do that. I'll do something way more fun.~" You swallow hard as he chuckles and slides his hands down to your hip. He lifts up your abdomen, revealing your lower lips.

You want to close your legs but the Goblin won't allow it. Your face gets hot and you turn your head away, not wanting to see what he's about to do to you. He chuckles at your reaction. "You're already wet and flustered, how delightful.~" The man then starts kissing the inner side of your tights. Trailing down to your wet womanhood before stopping and looking up at your face one more time. You can feel his breath on your hot skin. "I've been more than patient to finally get to taste you.~ Besides it's way more fun when you're conscious.~" Your head snaps in his direction. "W-What did-" You accidentally let out a moan as he goes down on your sensitive core mid sentence. He circles your clitoris with his rough tongue, spreading your lips with his fingers. You begin to lose control of the sounds you are making and more and more moans escape your mouth. He pauses for a moment, letting you struggle in his grip. "Feels good, doesn't it?" You can't answer as you are way to busy trying to get control back. The Goblin just laughs at your desperate state and throws your legs over his shoulders, latching back onto your womanhood.

As he begins to suck you and his tongue enters your wet opening, you're eyes roll back in their sockets and your spine starts to buckle. You moan loudly as his tongue hits a sensitive spot. He notices and starts to circle that spot, hitting that bundle of nerves over and over again. The stimulation sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. You fight the rope holding your arms onto your back, as you want to claw into the mattress, hold on to something. He enjoys every moment of this, purring into your heat. You feel a tight sensation building up in your abdomen. "Please... Please I-I'm..." You want to beg for him to finally give you your sweet release. He knows exactly what you want and since he waited way to long for this moment, he grants you your wish. He presses down on your sweet spot and you moan loudly as the tight pleasure finally releases. Your sweet nectar emptys in his mouth and he would be a fool to let anything of it go to waste. The Goblin licks up any remaining drop while your whole body is shaking from the orgasm.

Your mind is clouded as your hight slowly ebbs out. "Now, did I promise to much?~" The man asks licking his lips. You don't answer you just look at him through half lidded eyes. "Oh you poor thing, all tired from just one little orgasm.~" He teases you, putting your hip back down onto the mattress. You can't put up with the lack of sleep, the stress and this situation, this is why you are so tired. "Well then I guess you deserve some good rest. After all those sleepless night's.~ It was still fun, entertaining indeed.~ Even your current helpless state is very amusing.~" He chuckles as you increasingly fail to stay awake. "Don't worry princess, I'll take good care of you.~ Sleep tight.~" You allow yourself to close your eyes, not that you wanted to but you have no energy left. The last thing you notice is that you get picked up and carried away.

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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years

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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."

#asks #requests #doc ock x reader #doc ock #dr otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #dr otto octavius x reader #x reader #spiderman #no way home

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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Captured - Part 2

Otto Octavius x Reader

Dark!Villain!Otto x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You get captured by the evil Doctor Octavius- but he captures your heart as well.

Warnings: Age Gap. Descriptions of Y/N's wounds. Mutual pining. Enemies to Lovers. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: even if the first was not what yall wanted, i am really proud of how it came out and wrote the second.

WC: 1.1k

By the time you woke, you were in one of the hospital beds in the Avengers tower.

You were healing fine, and when the rest of the crew asked who had done this to you, you replied that you couldn't remember.

You told them that you had received quite the hit on the head in the crash, and that you couldn't remember no matter how hard you tried.

You did this because you couldn't forget the kiss. The kiss that Doctor Octavius had given you after almost killing you.

You longed to feel his lips on yours again. To feel the pain of his nail on your flesh. To be so close to him that you could taste his scent.

You knew it seemed unreasonable, but that's what you felt deep inside of you.

Once you had healed most of the way, the others let you train. But your mind wasn't on training.

It was on your deep desire to see Doctor Octavius again.

You knew it would seem embarrassing to anyone else, but it didn't to you. You wanted him with your whole heart.

So when you had the chance, you went on every mission you could, hoping to find Doctor Octavius.

But every mission was a bummer. He was never there. You came home from every mission down and upset, and no one could figure out why.

You considered telling Natasha about it. She was your best friend, and you knew she would support you no matter what, but... just not this time. She would shame you for loving your captor- especially if he almost killed you- and keeping his identity a secret.

So you decided against telling her. She most definitely would shame you and not want to be your friend anymore.

And you couldn't stand if that happened. You needed her support in other things. Like if a family member died. Or if you liked someone you couldn't have.

Damn. How that last one hits home. You thought.

You truely couldn't have him. Not unless you were willing to give up everything you had ever known. And you couldn't, you needed the family you had at the Avengers tower.

Your life was empty without them. You would be sad and lonely without them.

But you desired more. You wanted to be with him. You wanted to feel the pain of his strong grip. You wanted to feel him kissing you again.

You snapped out of your daze just as Natasha knocked on your door.

"Come in." You said to her.

"Hey." She replied, opening your door and stepping inside. "You okay? You haven't been yourself lately."

"Nat- I'm sorry. I just- I'm not feeling myself after I was captured. I..." You closed your eyes, looking away from her sympathetic gaze. "I cant tell you whats bothering me- you'd hate me for it."

"I think I deserve to know why my best friend isnt herself lately." Nat sat on the bed next to you. "You cant even come home from a successful mission without slamming your door and crying the rest of the day. Please, just tell me what's wrong."

Her words brought more tears to your eyes. "I miss it. I miss him, Nat! I want him but I cant have him! It would go against everything I have ever known!"

"So there is a guy? And he is taken? Is that what your issue is lately?"

"Nat, come on! He's single as far as I'm aware, but he's playing for the other team."

She looked confused. "Like a sports team?"

"Nat, you're not helping. No, not like a sports team. More like the dark side!"

Natasha's face went pale as it dawned on her. "You're in love with the enemy?" She whispered.

"Yes! Yes, I am! Finally, you get it. Nat, what is wrong with me?" You were violently sobbing now.

"Honey, it's okay. You'll get over it."

"You dont understand, Nat. I-I can't help but love him. I come on every mission I c-can to find him, but he's never there."

"That's the reason you come home crying?"

"And after beating and breaking me, I still love him!" You leaned on Nat's shoulder, shuddering. "Help me, Nat, please, help me!..."

"I wish I could make all this pain go away, but... I dont know how."

The two of you were silent for a couple minutes, Nat holding you in her arms.

Then a knock sounded on your door.

"Go away. Y/N is not up for anything today." Nat replied to it, not bothering to ask who it was.

Footsteps receded and then all was quiet.

You raised an eyebrow at her, so she explained.

"Wanda has been wanting to become friends with you for weeks now, and she was wondering if you would want to do something with her today. She was talking about it yesterday."

You sniffled and sat up straight when the buzzer started ringing.

"You look hopeful." Nat commented.

"That's because there is a chance its him." You stood and rushed out the door, ignoring Nat as she called for you.

Speeding on the ship right before the door closed, you arrived and received wierd looks from the crew who was already on board.

"You sure you want to come?" Thor asked.

"Yeah. I have a good feeling about this one."

"If you say so." He looked ahead of him as the ship doors closed and you headed to the rendezvous point.

When they arrived, your face lit up with relief.

There he was, tearing a car apart. Doctor Octavius, the man who had been on your mind since he let you go.

Why did he let me go in the first place? You wondered.

He looked up at the sound of the ship, and seemed to lock eyes with you through the darkened glass. He winked at you before swinging to the side of the ship.

Again, the metal arm pierced the side of the ship and wrapped around your waist.

"Not again-" you said, looking sick. Thor tried grabbing hold of you but it was too late. Doctor Octavius had already ripped through the side of the craft and you were on your way to wherever he was taking you.

You hoped it was where he brought you last time, and not some random building.

You clung to the metal actuator holding you, afraid to fall from where he climbed between buildings.

"Doctor Octavius- why me?"

He smirked. "What, I cant be a villain and be in love with a hero?"

Your features turned from scared to confused. "Wait- what?"

Taglist:

@imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

@invaderzim13

#fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #bored af #dr otto octavius #otto octavius #otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavius #doc ock x you #doctor octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader #doctor octopus

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2braincellslz · 2 years

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⚠️Request are not guaranteed⚠️

Request junk:

So heres what is will and wont write:

Will:

Fluff

Angst

Oneshots

Long storys

Aus

Headcanons

Y/n

Ships

Will nots:

Smut (for now atlest)

Really just smut

Fandoms:

Ace Attorney:

Pheonix wright

Miles edgeworth

Dick Gumshoe

Maya fey

Franziska Von Karma

Slashers:

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees*

Brahms heelshire

Billy lenz

Bubba *

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie munson

Hopper (as a father figure)

The kids (no shipping tho)

Billy hargove

Lexi*

Marvel:

Captain America

Bucky barns

Iron man

Peter parker

Dr. Strange

Thor

Widowmaker

Quick sliver (age of Ultron)

Wanda *

Peaky blinders:

Thomas Shelby

Arther Shelby

Finn shelby

Ada shelby

(I can't remember the rest of the names lmao)

The sandman:

The Corinthian (gay only)

Morpheus

Satan

Death

Spiderman:

Spider man

Harry Osbourne

Otto octavius

Norman Osborne

The breakfast club:

John Bender (the criminal)

Claire (the queen)

Andrew (the jock)

Brian (the brian)

Allison (the basket case)

Game of thrones:

Robb stark

Theon Greyjoy

Jon snow

Little finger

The other guys lmao

Witcher:

Jaskier

Geralt

Yennifer

Others and such

Other-

Characters from Nightmare Before Christmas

Characters from Corpse Bride

Jack sparrow

Also i can write fanfic with your oc.

If there is a character you want (from a completely different fandom or one of the ones listed) then dont be afraid to ask!

When you send in a ask, do be sure to specify if you want male, female, or GN. (And for the dsmp characters tell me if you wan c! Or cc!)

*I dont really know all that much about them

#billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #billy lenz #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader #stranger thing x reader #stranger things x male reader #requests #stranger things ships #marvel #the breakfast club fanfic #the sandman #thw sandman fanfic #the breakfast club #Spiderman #got fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #ace attorney #the witcher

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fishymom-art · 10 months

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Five comfort characters, five tags

- Tim Wright (Marble Hornets)

- c!Tommy (Dream SMP)

- Nelly Stein (Metal & Ink) ((can I add my own characters here? XD))

- Otto Octavius (any Spider-Man related media)

- Snatcher (A Hat in Time) ((haven’t heard about this game in a while, have you hahaha))

Tagged by @jjjanedou

Tagging:

@tech12312

@vicerast

@sassinapaperbag

@meeychanco

@aicomuel

#tag game #hehehehe

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the-yandere-cryptid · 2 years

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Hello! I've binged all of your fics in one night and am absolutely in love with how you write. I'd like to request something... lately I've been into ruined orgasms... do you think we could get otto x reader orgasm denial/ruined orgasms, but with him as the sub? I know you're busy and have personal stuff going on right now,, so please don't feel pressured to do this. Take care of yourself first! I also don't know how comfy you are with writing him as a sub. I, for one, absolutely lose it for a Big Strong Man being made to suffer!

Why yes, I think I can do something like that for ya >:)c

Spider!Reader / Otto Octavius

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Of all the villains you had caught in your web, Doc Ock was by far the least irritated to be there. Getting silk shots out fast enough to pin the Doctor plus his four actuators hadn’t been easy, but once you had him up against the wall he got remarkably calm, relaxed even as you approached his stiff body. You knew why: Otto had every reason to believe you wouldn’t hurt him.

“Oh dear,” he monotoned, eyes mocking behind his glasses. “I’ve been captured. Unfortunate.”

“Indeed,” you agreed with him, sliding your hand in the sliver between your mask and bodysuit and lifting the stretchy fabric over your mouth. Otto faltered slightly at your mischievous smile but quickly recovered, gesturing with what limited mobility his hands could manage to you.

“I can’t help but notice you haven’t contacted the police, Spider—oh, pardon me. The Sapphire Spider.” You didn’t bend under his taunting, causing him to finally lose his smirk. “What’s your plan here?”

“Hmm,” you drawled, reaching out to touch Otto’s belt buckle. His eyebrows rose, and the smile returned almost instantly. “Remember last week?”

Otto’s hips were already raising to meet your touch, his voice a haughty growl. “Every moment.”

“Then you can consider this payback.” You cupped his erection through his pants, but the reaction was minimal, Otto already swept away in the crystal clear memory of you pinned to the ground by his metal limbs while his human hands worked you into a sobbing mess. You had only just finished fixing the rips in your costume, and it felt only right to let Otto know exactly how frustrated that made you feel.

“Whatever you want,” he rumbled. It seemed that going a week without seeing you in action had him pent up, too eager for your touch to remember his role as a villain. That worked out fine with you. You made a show of licking your lips before coming to your knees, working the button and zipper of his slacks out of your way and pulling the fabric down just enough to reveal his bulging cock. His boxers did nothing to hide his size. easy to pull away and leave him at your mercy.

Otto chuckled before you drew a gasp out of him, gloating cut short as you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock. All his machismo melted, relaxing himself in the grip of your web and submitted to anything you would do to him. Exactly as you expected, he was entirely relaxed. You massaged your thumbs into his hips, pushed his cock down your throat with ease, did everything you knew he liked to work him up to a quick climax, something he noted with an excited huff. “Not wasting any time, are we?”

The corners of your lips quirked and you pulled yourself off his cock, replacing your mouth with quick strokes of your hand. “What’s that?”

He threw his head back and grunted. “No no, don’t stop.”

“Are you begging?” you asked, smiling up at him without a hint of innocence in your tone or your grin. He let his head fall forward and glowered at you, but said nothing. You shrugged and took your hand away with mock disappointment. “Alright.”

“Wait,” he wheezed, his distress more apparent now than it was when you had him caught in the first place. He sputtered as you pulled your mask back down, trying and failing to push his hips towards you. “Wait, wait. You’re—you’re just going to—“

“Leave you like this?” you finished his sentence, yanking his pants back up. He hissed as his cock chafed against his boxers, his expression of shock nearly pitiful. “Yeah. I am.”

“I’ll beg,” he breathed, licking his lips with desire. You pushed yourself to stand and his voice got more desperate. “I want to finish, please, I need you, don’t—“

“Aht.” You pressed a finger to his lips, and he ran his tongue along the digit without hesitation. Your smile widened beneath your mask. “Remember last week?”

Otto stopped mid-lick, eyes finally sobering with realization. You patted his cheek and began heading for the door. “Then you can consider this payback!”

#otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doc ock #yandere scribbles #i have some free time tonight so im working on a couple requests and stuff

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c0rpo · 3 months

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spell out your url using characters you love from any media. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url ( or however many you'd like ! ) inspired by the song titles dashboard game.

C . claudia donovan , [ warehouse 13 ] O . otto octavius , [ marvel ] R . ravi chakrabarti , [ izombie ] P . peyton charles , [ izombie ] O . obi-wan kenobi , [ star wars ]

tagged : @toeat thank u this is so cute ♡♡♡ tagging : @roseguided , @wr1tten , @b4didea , @maegicks , @artisanals !!

#dash game tbt /

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dispatchdcu · 4 months

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Superior Spider-Man #2 Preview

Superior Spider-Man #2 Preview #superiorspiderman #MARVEL #marvelcomics #comics #comicbooks #news #mcu #art #info #NCBD #comicbooknews #previews #reviews #spiderman #Amazon #peterparker #asm #amazingspiderman

Superior Spider-Man #2 Preview: No time travel. No clones. Just Superior Spider-ing! The sins of Otto Octavius’ past are exacting a heavy toll on the present. And one of Peter Parker’s closest friends must pay the price for them. If the secrets revealed in our last issue didn’t fill you with dread, wait till you see how this one ends. DAN SLOTT • MARK BAGLEY (A/C) STORMBREAKERS VARIANT COVER BY…

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#Amazing Spider-Man #comic books #comics #marvel comic books #Marvel Previews #Previews #Spider-Man #superior spider-man #Superior Spider-Man 2 #Superior Spider-Man 2 Preview #Superior Spider-Man Returns #The Amazing Spider-Man

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squids-comics · 6 months

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Pretty solid advice (even if a little mean) from Otto here! Don't care about what idiots think! Live your life the way you want to live it!

From: Spider-Geddon #2

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lovemoone · 6 months

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[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: nightmare described, hospitals. ??

info: ..I’m just writing this as I go, whatever happens, happens I guess.

Chapters: [1] [3]

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[Chapter 2]

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Home..

That's where you wanted to be most right now. Scaling the wall and slipping through the window to your apartment. You locked the window and checked the door before moving to your room. You set the a/c on cool and began to remove your gear, leaving your onesie on.

Although you slid your bag off and your masks, too, you still felt heavy, unable to breathe clearly. Weighted down by your thoughts. You.. hadn’t seen anything, experienced anything like that before. You let out a shuddering breath to stead yourself, shaking your head and moving on.

As exhausted as you were you dragged yourself to the bathroom to prep for bed, despite everything your anxiety prevented you from neglecting this. Your thoughts about that evening setting in like a high tide in your mind, encouraging you to hurry to bed.

..You don't think you'll be getting a good sleep tonight. You almost cried.

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A memory.

A moment from his past playing softly. It was bright, happy.

Otto stood before a group of students on a field trip, he was younger, healthier, he’d only recently begun working at Oscorp. The kids were gathered in a neat group inside his research lab. Oh, the joy in the room, the looks on their faces, the excitement he felt. So eager to please and impress his visitors.

He gave a greeting as he stepped behind a desk and pulled a sheet of white cloth off a long tank, revealing 3 separate compartments which housed the 3 different stages of butterflies and moths. The students expressed awe, some jumping where they stood, grinning ear to ear as they knew what it was.

“Unlike most animals who are born relatively fully formed and change minimally from birth to adulthood, some animals-- such as these insects here-- change quite drastically. One would think they were entirely unrelated species, yet they are one and the same.” Otto opened the lid, section by section to pull out and show off the 3 stages as he spoke, “And much like ourselves, they have transition periods, times in their lives where they begin to grow and change. Melting away their old selves, transforming into something new and grand. Each one is unique in what it becomes, but the choice to change at all is all its own.”

Otto looked toward the kids, his smile faltering, fading as he noted their lack of expression. He clenched a twig which held 3 chrysalis tightly, his brows knitting slightly. His prior enthusiasm diminishing as one student yawned and another complained about this trip being a waste, how this was boring. His cheery demeanor shifting to worry and fear, even despite his failing attempt to keep his composure and continue on.

“I-It’s not just-- Just bugs that can do that. Th-There are.. Creatures. In the sea.. That also have this. Tr-Transformation. L-Like, uhm.. Oh.. Oh dear..” Otto ducked down behind the desk to observe a few extra tanked specimens, his vision swirling making it impossible to see what was in the tanks.

“Ah.. D-Despite.. The diff-differences.. Ah.. W-We here at uhm.. Oscorp Industries.. We’ve been... We’ve..” Muttering and fumbling with his words, his thoughts were muddled and confused as he continued to peer at the tanks of unknown specimens, everything was melding together as his panic rose.

“Doctor Octavius.”

The sudden voice of his boss gave Otto a jolt, shooting back up and shuffling away from the table, dropping the twig he held. The twig did not make a clatter as the room morphed and contorted, his scenery changing. No longer was the room bright and lively.. and Otto, as well, was no longer as young as before. It was only a few weeks ago. He was very tired.

“..M-Mr.Osborn.. Sir--”

“Silence, Octavius. I am not going to repeat myself. You came here to work, your skills were promising, yet all you have done is goof off and fail to keep up with your work. I am afraid, Otto.. That I will have to lay you off if this continues. This is your only warning, do it again and you will have all I have given you and all you have made repossessed back to me.”

“Wh-WHAT?! Y-You can’t!! You can’t do that! N-Norman-!”

Otto stiffened as Norman continued to speak, cutting him off. Clenching his jaw and fists until the knuckles turned white, eyes welling up with tears.. and a burning feeling beginning to boil inside him. Seething as Norman continued, the world around him fading and growing dark.

“Quit your whining. I can and I will. Weak, worthless, and pathetic, that is what you are, Otto, and all you ever will be. Is that how you want to be remembered? Because at the rate you are going, you will be doing far more than merely disappointing these kids who’ve come here today to learn and bear witness to Oscorp’s latest tech inspired by your study. Funny, is it not? How you are no better than the wretched creatures you’ve been made to work with. In fact, I would say.. you even look and act alike with them. Small and insignificant--”

“THAT. IS ENOUGH. OUT OF YOU!” Otto stomped his foot down on the carpeted flooring of Norman’s office, the room fell silent. His eyes clenched shut like his fists as he shouted. The anger reached its tipping point. The room vanished as he opened his eyes, Norman stood behind the gathering of kids from before, they all stared at Otto as he spoke, expressions surprised.. Horrified.. and not looking directly at him.

Otto stood straighter and turned around, confused what they were looking at, if not himself and his outburst. That was a mistake, however, as he grew pale as soon as he saw what it was. His prior anger dissolved into terror as his eyes fell upon a writhing mass of his own creation. The pulsing lights along their undulating slender forms. Metal clacking, clicking, a rhythmic sound, the tapered ends of a few were opened and staring at him with a malicious glow. The limbs rising from the void around him, and only him.

He had no time to react.

The mechanical arms whipped at him, curling and pulling along his body. He tried to fight it, struggling in fear. A scream begging and pleading to be free as it is forced back in, a tendril wrapping around his face and gagging him. Another coiled around his neck only heightening the fear.

He doesn't want this.

Being swallowed by the arms as they pull him down into the abyssal mass where they came. His fighting and flailing restrained with force and weight from the arms as he sank further and further. The light from before snuffed out like a candle as the limbs quickly encased him.. like a cocoon.

And everything went black.

Screaming and crying, Otto shot out of bed, the horror of what he dreamed overriding his sense of pain. Sweat cold against his flared skin. It was only a few moments before the shock wore off, however. The pain of his waist and back rang out, as did the machinery around him. The pain setting his body once more into shock, convulsing and heaving, leaning forward and clutching the metal harness now fused to him.

Nurses rushed in mere moments later, hearing the cries and beeping. They held him back and helped him back down onto the bed as one turned on a light and another issued another anesthetic.

Otto soon hushed down to a whimper and whine, being hushed and talked to like a child. Calming and relaxing him, what the nurses were saying was hardly coherent, barely audible as his head began to drift. The medicine kicking in and helping to lull him back to sleep..

It would be awhile before Otto woke up again.

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It had been a week now and you couldn't help but worry about that man back there. The thought and feeling gnawing at you for days. He was a stranger, and yet you felt empathy, concerned to his well-being. You always did feel strongly for the well-being of others. To a fault..

You decided to pay him a visit, in costume, of course. As ridiculous as you may feel, it would be best if someone happened to see you crawling along the outside of the hospital that they couldn't identify you.

You just.. wish you had something not so silly to wear. At least it was cozy.

It didn't take you too long to arrive at the hospital by foot, you climbed up buildings and looked around the lower skylines to find your way. As the weeks passed on, certain areas of the city slowly ingrained themselves within your recognition.

That made things easier.

Sizing up the architecture before you, you decided on a side to begin your ascent and search. Peering through any clear windows you could, doing your best to stay out of sight from those inside. There were a lot of rooms, though. You pondered being brave and asking the receptionist.. but still kept on peering through windows.

At last, you spotted him!

He seemed well enough. You were glad, you thought, glancing from a corner of the window. The curtain was drawn, but there was a gap just big enough for you to look through. Watching nervously.

He sat up on the bed, supported by some extra pillows as he read from a book. You were just relieved that he was alive and well, despite the clear bandaging you could see beneath his gown. He certainly looked better, too, from what you could tell as a nurse walked in to talk to him.

You decided you were satisfied enough just checking in on him. However.. you wanted to do one last thing..

Otto waved goodbye to the nurse just as quick as they had arrived, informing him of how long he is expected to stay for recovery. Turning his attention back to his book, his expression souring all too quick.

Estimated 6 weeks.

He didn't have that long.. Surely his boss would have done away with his home and belongings by then. The imperious sociopath..

He sighed and closed the book, setting it on the table beside him and reached for his cup, almost wishing it were whisk--

The connection ports upon the back of his harness activated, a phantom sensation jostling him from his thoughts. Thoughts that were cruel and getting worse as the days droned on. The strange phantom sensation at the back of his harness growing more incessant, too. Ah, there wasn't much he could do though, nothing to occupy his mind away from thinking of that night. What he was reading was hardly stimulating enough to stay focused on for very long.

Thump, thump, thump..!

A small tapping at the window jolted Otto from his thoughts, nearly dropping the cup in his lap. He looked around a moment then toward the window.

"Wh-What on earth..?"

A bird? ..No.. It was a bit too loud and firm to be a bird. There weren't any notices about a window cleaner today, either, from the nurses. It was the 4th floor, yet the tapping was almost distinctly.. like a human knocking..

Curiosity was strong as he slowly and carefully pulled himself from the bed and shuffled over. A bit nervous to what he may find as he stepped closer and closer, taking hold of the curtain. He took a breath and yanked the curtain open-- only.. to see nothing. How odd..

He brought his face up to the glass and looked around, nothing in sight, left, right, up, or-- down? On the sill just outside sat a note and a piece of wrapped candy. He quickly got to work opening the window to take the candy and note.

'Hello, I'm really glad you're alright! This is for you!

(A circle was drawn where the candy had been placed with an arrow pointing to it, and a little smiling doodle of himself ended the note with a name)

Otto looked over the simple note, surprised by the doodle that, despite appearing rushed, was still quite well done. He then looked to the candy in hand, a small strawberry and cream flavored striped hard candy.

To be honest, he didn't quite know what to do with this little gift left on his window. Folding the note and placing it on the table as he made his way back to the bed. He may have to save the candy for later, for now..

He figured the name on the note.. was the one who had carried him out that night. He had a name for her now.

Acedia.

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