#soft Doc Ock has my heart

[sunnibits]

I just started rewatching No Way Home for the first time since ofmd forcibly evicted my octogoblin hyperfix, and I’m happy to report that I still grinned like a fucking idiot throughout the entirety of doc ock’s intro scene

#I’ve literally had this reaction EVERY single time I’ve watched the movie #pov you see me sighing and beaming stupidly with cartoon hearts in my eyes but instead of looking at my crush or something #I’m just watching an old man with giant robot tentacle arms throw cars at a teenager #idk what it is about alfred molina’s doc ock that is so instantly appealing to me but I love him SO much #I’ve genuinely never fallen for a character as fast as I did with doc ock #he’s just so objectively cool and fun and THEN he also has the whole soft dad thing on top of it?? my crippling weakness???? #literally a character that they made for me specifically I adore him and wish I hyperfixated on him for longer #otto octavius #marvel #no way home

[poiboi133]

More on Spider-Puppet

Alright, with the canon event out of the way and everything, it's time that I move onto some of the villains of this au.

The Aftons.

Green Gobiln: William Afton, of course, would be the Green Goblin. After Henry's death, William would begin to experiment with a substance he calls Globulin Green. Upon seeing a direct threat in Spider-Puppet after seeing Rhino's defeat, he begins to use himself as a test subject for the Green. Eventually, he discovers that it can enhance his strength and intelligence. To protect himself and his company from being revealed to have ties with the Rhino incident, William uses the powers granted to him by the Green to become the Green Goblin. Over time, he would create more supervillains to destroy Spider-Puppet, even turning his own three children into supervillains.

Doc Ock: I have plans for Elizabeth to be Doc Ock, mostly as a result of sabotage by her father at an incident in Afton Robotics. Prior to the incident, William would constantly hold Elizabeth in lower regard than her brothers. She would conduct any experiments to appease her father, but always ends up getting the short end of the stick. After the Rhino incident, William would have Elizabeth help him in trying to kill Spider-Puppet, granting her four mechanical arms, which connect to her brain via a chip implanted into her neck. Just as the chip is implanted, Elizabeth becomes ruthless and cold-hearted, but still holds a soft spot for her brothers and her father. William tells her to assist him in creating more supervillains to destroy Spider-Puppet. She gladly agrees, but secretly has her own agenda against her father. Plotting to kill her father, take over Afton Robotics, and use Spider-Puppet for her own devious experiments.

The Lizard: Much like his sister, Evan Afton fell victim to his father's attempts to create more supervillains. Long before Evan became interested in biology and reptiles, he lost one of his arms due to Michael screwing around with dangerous chemicals in a laboratory. Over time, Evan sought methods to restore his lost arm, including limb regrowth seen in certain lizards. Unfortunately, his research proved to be inefficient in finding ways of regrowing his arm, until one of his formulas began to glow out of nowhere. Upon experimenting with some of his lizards, he discovered that it granted them new limbs that grew at an unprecedented rate. Despite wanting to conduct further study with this advanced formula for safety, Evan's ambitions eventually got the better of him, and injected some of the formula into his arm. Though the results weren't as Evan had expected, the formula did restore his lost arm, but his body slowly began to become much more lizard-like. As time went on, Evan would shut himself inside his lab as the transformation reached its climax and turned the young scientist into the Lizard.

Morbius: Yeah, I know, the movie wasn't good. But I still want to do something with this character, he has so much potential as a villain. As a result of screwing around with dangerous chemicals in a lab, Michael Afton developed a dangerous blood disorder that led to him becoming a hematologist and a biochemist. He also assisted Evan in his own studies with reproductive organs, as a means of making up for what he did to him. Over time, Michael would become desperate, fearing that his time was running short. Eventually, he would find a lab partner in Charlie Emily, who secretly sought to find out more about her powers and what role Afton Robotics is playing in the creation of new supervillains. But Charlie became too invested in the "discovering my hidden potential" part of the plan, that she's too distracted from realizing that Michael began to use more drastic measures to cure his disorder. Including using vampire bats for some reason, and some strange chemical compound that acted as a catalyst of some sort. Which much like his brother and sister, Michael would fall victim to his father's attempts of creating more supervillains. Though instead of going mad like any other vampire, Michael would do everything he could to control his sudden urge for blood. Even going to Charlie for help, putting more faith in his lab partner than ever before.

#fnaf #fnaf au #charlie emily #elizabeth afton #spider man au #michael afton #evan afton #william afton

[snock-ock]

If your requests are still open, can you share fluffy headcanons with 1994 Doc Ock and a shy reader? Thank you!

I really went and rubbed my hands together like a fly after reading this! Yes! Requests are open, feel free to send me some Otto scenarios or something else Otto related and I'll dissect it as best as I can :) Hope these feed the Otto brain worms, the 1994 cartoon has a special place in my heart 💖💖💖

He'd be so gentle with you. Always holding your hand or the small of your back when you go somewhere! Talk about how it's still pretty cold outside and the guy will throw his gigantic coat over your shoulders. He'd probably rob a bank for you if you'd say you're out of money or something, nothing but the best for you- even if you don't ask for anything!

I'd also like to believe his gaze would visibly soften whenever he sees you. You'd probably be able to tease him about how happy he always seems when you enter his sight! He'd probably cough a little and avoid the look you give him, saying that it's just because he actually gets to relax for once when you're with him but the new shade of red on his face betrays him.

Forehead kisses!!!!! Oh my god, so many forehead kisses. He knows exactly how to make you blush and simple little acts like that are his favorite way of doing so. The way he'd brush your hair to the side with his hand lingering at your cheek, a soft smile on his lips as he watches you and gently leans down to kiss you. He loves the way your eyes get big and how you slightly open your mouth to say something but no words come out. Lean your head against the hand cupping your cheek and he'll struggle with throwing his work away for the day, just to spend more time with you. It's amazing how soft you make his heart.

You'd definitely sometimes catch him staring at you. It's a habit Otto tries to get rid off because of how easily you notice it but he can't help himself. The shades he wears make it easy to hide his half lidded eyes but the gentle smile often betrays him. The man is in love and daydreaming about your future together while watching you do some random task or something is his guilty pleasure.

Imagine accidentally getting into his crime business and meeting the rest of the insidious six. Otto would go guard dog mode, your shadow has literally been replaced by your bf and he won't back off until you're away from his colleagues and the storm of chaos that seems to follow them! His usually polite attitude is gone the second one of them should try to mess with you. His personal life and "work life" mixing is something the guy tries to avoid as much as possible, especially if that includes you! You won't hear the end of it once you're home, Otto would quickly ask if you somehow got hurt or if you're feeling okay! His panicked expression only softens once you grab his face with both of your hands and gently tell him that you're fine. He'd probably look a bit like a sad puppy before you throw your arms around him and give him a big hug.

He knows how to get you flustered and he loves it. It's all fun and games, he'd compliment your hair and tell you how pretty your outfit is with that little smirk on his face! An actuator would gently circle your waist while he gives you a quick kiss before asking if you're free for tonight. The smile on his face gets bigger the second your eyes dart to the side while you try to stutter an answer. He can really be a tease sometimes!

This one might seem a bit out of character but....snuggles. Now hear me out with this one! Otto's inventions often keep him busy, he stays up late and wakes up early to work on whatever kind of thing he thought of now and that means he doesn't have much time for anything else. Unless you just walk up to him and sit on his lap to cuddle. His soft spot for you is way too big for him to tell you that he's busy right now, he'd probably melt the second you nuzzle your face against his chest. It's amazing how much of an effect you have on him since one wouldn't expect him to become putty so easily but you're the most precious thing in his life, especially after everything that had happened and no matter what, he always loves spending time with you and feeling the comfort you give him.

#doc ock #headcanons #1994 doc ock #doctor octopus #otto octavius #spider man #I hope I gave him justice 🫡

[aburningpotathoe]

MARVEL ANIMATION PROJECTS FROM SDCC

I am groot

This series will premiere agust 10th and will consist of 5 shorts centered around groot (duh)

From the trailer, it looks like a comedy series with a light-hearted plot, so probably no real threat present.

It will likely be soft-canon: the series will take place in the main MCU timeline but none of the events will matter/be adressed in the future

What if...?

What if season 2 has been confirmed as part of phase 5

It will be streaming early 2023

Some of the scenarios have been announced: a story centered around Hela, Odin vs The Mandarin, Captain Carter meeting the winter soldier (most likely the Hydrastomper seen in s1 will contain a winter soldier version of Steve), tony on Saakar with Hulk and Valkyrie (scrapped episode from s1)

We dont know it the multversal teamup at the end of season 1 will be adressed, nor if the Watcher will return (although the latter seems likely)

A third season has already been confirmed

Spiderman Freshman Year

Previously confirmed by Marvel as a prequel to homecoming, however that seemed to change given that Strange and Dock Ock will appear, while peter never saw them before the Spidey/Avengers movies

It might span across the multiverse and give us a look at different spidermans, with only a few episodes centered around Tom Holland's Spidey (this could explain how so many characters will appear while still being a prequel to Homecoming)

Many spider suits will appear, including a homemade one

Doctor strange will appear

Daredevil will appear in his black suit (Voiced by Charlie Cox!!!!)

Harry Osborn (possible Hobgoblin) and Amadeus Cho ( possible Hulk variant) will appear as Peter's friends

Nico Minoru should appear (in the comic, she is a magic wielding Runaway)

Many iconic Spider-Man villains will appear: Doc Ock, Rhino, Speed Demon, Tarantula and Scoprion (we might find out why scorpion was in jail in the Homecoming post credit scene)

Norman Osborn will appear with his iconic waves, it is unclear wether he will become Green Goblin. It is rumored that he will be Peter's mentor (in a Tony Stark-esque way as a shot of him and Aunt May mirrors the first time Peter met Tony in the Mcu)

The characters and drawing style are comic accurate (including Norman Osborn's waves!!!)

A second season called Spider-Man: Sophomore Year is already confirmed

Marvel Zombies

Inspired why the zombie episode in What if season one, it will follow a group of survivors fighting through a zombie apocalypse (duh)

The series will be TV-MA (!!!!!!!)

Among the survivors we can find: Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Jimmy Woo, Shang-Chi, Kamala Khan, Death dealer (the masked guy from Shang-Chi), Red Guardian and Katy Chen ( also from Shang-Chi)

Other groups of survivors include an all-female group of SHIELD agents and black widows, as well as a group of skrulls

Amongst the zombies we can find: Ikaris (although it is uncleat how an eternal that is not organic can become a zombie), Abomination, A severed captain America, Okoye, Ghost, hawkeye with many arrows shot trough him, Captain Carter and the Scarlet Witch (Lmfao they are fucked going up agains these zombies)

It is unclear wether the events of what if take place in the same universe, although captain America does appear cut in half, so we dont know if well see the group of survivors from what if (Tchalla, Scott Lang's head and Peter Parker with the cloak of levitation) as well as Zombie Thanos with the infinty stones

Expect horror moments especially with ghost's ability to go through walls, as well as splatter moments

Oh and also hearbreaking moments between Kate and Yelena, and Shang-Chi and Katy when one of them gets zombified (Marvel you will pay for my therapy sessions)

Also moments between Kate and Kamala and Zombie Carol and Clint

#sdcc2022 #marvel animation #mcu phase 4 #mcu phase 5 #i am groot #marvel zombies #spiderman #spiderman freshman year #what if

[dfastback68]

disney+ finally has all the spider movies (minus the second venom), and i've pretty much finished my rewatch/first time watch marathon. here's the rundown

Spider-man: perfect, no notes Spider-man 2: RIP doc ock Spider-man 3: i had no memory of ever seeing this one, and now I know I didn't because lmao. Half the time I kept thinking 'why is that guy from the 70s show eddie brock??' The Amazing Spider-man: alright? The Amazing Spider-man 2: batshit casting choices. Is that the guy from Umbrella Academy? Felicity Jones??? Valerian!? Spent more time on IMDB than the movie Homecoming: 100% thought this was the MCU spidey origin movie. It was not. Confused. I liked Vulture. Far From Home: This was the first Tom Holland spidey movie I watched. Mostly watched it for Jake Gyllenhaal. Will watch it again for Jake Gyllenhaal. No Way Home: The only multiverse I care about is the animated spiderverse. Venom: pleases my monsterfucker heart Let There Be Carnage: one of the first movies I went back to the theater for in pandemmy times. Soft spot for villains in love. Great romcom between a pathetic man and his pathetic murder symbiote

#spider-man #my post

[jossambird]

Stolen Moments

Based of of this post! For @juniperquasar and shower anons 💖

Otto Octavius x No gender mentioned Reader

Words: 915

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Stolen moments like these didn’t happen often enough anymore, Otto’s life being all too chaotic now. You had missed him, missed simply being in his presence, missed hearing him hum as he worked, but most of all, missed being his.

After the accident, your budding relationship with the Scientist had ceased, leaving you alone to witness the man you had fallen in love with to crumble mentally; robbing banks and attacking your dear friend Peter, throwing cars around in populated areas.

But now… He had returned to you. Changed, yes, but the same, the same quiet and soft man that he had always been, a thin layer of self confidence more but you here for him, reassurance and love outpouring from your lips when you had first seen him again.

It had been by accident of course, like always. You had only been stepping out to get Tylenol for your migraine and Spiderman had swung right infront of you, grabbing you off of the street and into his arms, his frantic voice yelling, asking you why you were outside alone like that when suddenly, you saw him. Him, Doctor Octopus, jumping and scaling the buildings behind the two of you, claws reaching out every few seconds to rip poor Peter apart.

It was probably the stupidest thing you had ever done, yelling profanities and vulgar words to your ex-boyfriend (was it really ex if he had disappeared and never returned to you?), but you had done it, watching as a vague wave of recognition washes over his visage before he stopped in his metallic tracks.

Peter hadn’t stopped though, swinging away from the larger man and carrying you to safety and away from seeing eyes, ripping his mask off the moment you were on the ground.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you doing at 2am out on the streets?! Do you realize he could have grabbed you and killed you?!” He had cried out, worry painting his features.

“Pete- No, I would have been okay, he wouldn't have hurt me!” You tried to placate him but it didn’t work, his poor shaking hands grabbing you.

“No Y/N, he's not the same Y/N, you have to understand that, okay?”

You turned, eyes landing on the man on the other side of the room, tentacles on the ground behind him. You approached him, tentacles rising softly off the ground as you got closer and circled you, pulling you softly against their creator.

“Sneaking up on me now?” He softly asked with a smile, even if you couldn’t see it, hands continuing his work.

“Not sneaking if I didn't try to hide my approach, now is it? Anyways, come with me, I want to shower.” You said against the back of his shoulder, arms winding around his neck slowly. He shivered, letting all items in his hands drop and turning, caressing the length of your arms.

“I think I would very much like that.” Otto whispered and kissed you, smiling against your lips before letting out a laugh, just now noticing that you were buck naked.

“Eager I see.” He laughed, hands pulling you up and into his arms, already making his way to your bathroom.

You turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, stepping in before him to wet your hair as you knew he would hog the water, always tilting the shower head way too high to reach him. Slowly he entered, hands already reaching for your shampoo and turning you towards him, washing your hair in such a way that you couldnt not love him. He was gentle, massaging your scalp and neck, hands lowering ever so often to tour shoulders and back up.

After a moment, you felt lips against your forehead, eyes opening to stare up at the handsome man who held your heart.

“Not falling asleep now are you darling? What, are you getting too old?” Otto asked you, smirking as you rinsed your hair, hands finding your sides and holding you.

“Here, let me stabilize the old fart so the old fart doesn’t fall.” He continued, leaning down to whisper in your ear, nose rubbing against your cheek.

“Oh, you even smell old!” He let out with a laugh before suddenly you spun around, surprising the man and watching him jump, your eyes going wide as Otto Octavius fell on his behind, groaning out in pain even though the tentacles had saved him from any damage, each one fixed into the now broken wall.

It barely took a second for you to start laughing, tears streaming down your face as your beautifully disgruntled boyfriend stared back up at you, sitting there with a look of vaguely concealed annoyance at the situation.

“Who’s the old fart no-“ You laughed, a yelp escaping you as you equally slipped and fell, landing half on a tentacle that tried to support you and half into Otto’s arms, silence reigning around the both of you. It certainly took no time for him to cheer up though after watching you tumble like that, holding you in his arms and laughing, the kind of laugh that only happened with someone you loved.

You loved him even more, watching the way he wiped his eyes and tried to stop laughing, holding you close as if you were his life line.

You loved him, no matter what life would throw in your way. He would always be yours, just as you were his.

#soft Doc Ock has my heart #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #jossambird fic #gender neutral y/n

[bristark616]

multiversal soulmates - part two

pairing: tasm!peter x stark!avenger!reader

word count: about 1.5k

warnings: mentions of blood. i think that’s it?

summary: Let’s cure some ass! Only problem? Electro’s gotten his hands on some Stark tech. In comes (Y/N) Stark, ready to take back the arc reactor. What she wasn’t ready for, however, was meeting that Peter Parker.

a/n: heeeeyyyy besties!!!! told ya i’d keep you updated if i strayed away from canon any more. basically, i wrote this so that doctor strange had to send everyone back to their universes individually, as opposed to just one spell that sends them all away. not too big of a change, right? oh, and the whole “who’s peter parker” thing is just nonexistent here LMAO. the multiverse gets closed and everything is peachy keen. happy reading!

“I’ve been dangling over the Grand Canyon for twelve. Hours.” Doctor Strange said angrily. “This ends now.”

“Strange, wait!” (Y/N) yelled, placing herself between him and Peter One.

“Oh great; he roped you into this too? This has to stop, Stark; can’t you see that?”

“His plan is working! He’s curing them!”

“I don’t care! It’s too – what the hell is this?”

Peter Two and Peter Three had just swung down to their level, standing on either side of (Y/N), helping her in her attempts to shield Peter One from Doctor Strange.

“Oh, Doctor Strange, these are my friends,” Peter One introduced, stepping out to the front. “Peter Parker, Peter Parker – Spider-Man, Spider-Man. They’re mes from other universes. Guys, this is the wizard I was telling you about.”

“You were in the Grand Canyon?” Peter Two asked angrily.

Peter Three nodded in support. “He could’ve used your help!”

“It’s fine,” Peter One said. “Strange, you can’t send them back yet.”

“And why not?”

“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?”

The sound of Green Goblin’s voice pulled everyone’s attention away from the spell box. Osborn threw a handful of bombs at the group. The three Peters, (Y/N), and Doc Ock moved quickly, shielding the spell box hovering between Strange’s hands. In the midst of the chaos, a pumpkin bomb landed right in the center of the box. Peter One noticed before anyone else.

“Strange, no!”

The box exploded, and the scaffolding beneath their feet began to shake. There was a scramble for security as the metal beams began to tip. Doctor Strange’s cloak was enough to save him. Peter One webbed MJ and Ned, holding them securely as he lowered them all down. Peter Two took to Electro and Doc Ock. Then there was (Y/N), who fell backwards off the platform.

“NO!”

Peter Three launched himself off of the highest point of the scaffolding mere milliseconds after seeing her fall. Tears were already blinding his vision as he expected the worst. He shot a stream of webs from his wrist that landed right at (Y/N)’s stomach. Using all of the strength he could muster with one hand, he pulled her up into his arms – all the while, slowing down their descent with another web. Peter landed safely and gently, with (Y/N) clinging to his chest as he held her in his arms.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice trembling as he looked down at her.

She nodded, tears flooding her eyes as well. “A – are you?”

He nodded as well, shutting his eyes tightly as he rested his forehead against hers. Peter could hear (Y/N)’s heart pounding against her chest, thanks to his advanced senses. He bumped his nose against hers gently, his lips lightly brushing against hers as he spoke.

“I got you,” he whispered, lips hovering over hers. “I got you.”

She let out a soft whimper in approval as Peter’s mouth met hers with an urgence that could only come up after a brush with death. The kiss was passionate but tender, and their mouths worked in perfect sync – like a dance that they’ve practiced their entire lives. Peter swiped his tongue along her bottom lips, silently asking permission to enter her mouth. She parted her lips for him, bringing a hand up to hold his face down to hers as he slipped his tongue past her lips. They stayed together, lips locked and tongues ties, for as long as they could. It was Peter Two who eventually got them to pull apart.

“You two done down there?” He called down from where he was swinging by Lady Liberty’s head. “We’d love to have you back!”

“You good?” (Y/N) asked breathlessly, giggling as Peter chased her lips when she pulled apart.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled into her mouth. “Hold on.”

Still holding her tightly in his arms, Peter swung them out of the way of the rubble and over to where the fight against the Green Goblin ensued.

•••

“I gotcha! I gotcha.”

Peter Three caught (Y/N) from under her arms just as she lost her balance. A groan fell from her lips when he helped her onto her feet. Her vision was white from pain, so she shut her eyes tightly. She didn’t open them until she felt Peter’s forehead to fall gently against hers.

“I think some of your ribs are broken,” he observed quietly.

“Yup – they definitely feel broken,” she moaned. “How can you tell? I – is it your Peter tingle?”

“My Peter tingle?” He giggled. “Uh, yeah. If that’s what you wanna call it. You okay? Can you walk?”

She nodded against his forehead, their noses rubbing together at the movement. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

Peter held her face in his hands, studying her with a frown. There was a cut at her temple that was barely bleeding, but the sight of any amount of blood was enough to worry him. He wiped a dab of the scarlet fluid away with the pad of his thumb, rubbing it into the fabric of his suit, right at his thigh.

“I’m fine, Peter,” she insisted, looking up at him sweetly. “Promise.”

“Stark.”

(Y/N) whipped around – a little too fast, but Peter was there to steady her. Doctor Strange was standing before them, barring a solemn expression. Orange ruins were glowing around his forearms. He had already sent everyone home – everyone but Peter Three. (Y/N)’s heart sunk and tears quickly flooded her eyes.

“No, no, no. Strange, please.”

Strange studied them carefully. (Y/N) was standing in front of Peter Three with her arms outstretched, attempting to shield his body with her own. The latter was holding her waist at a spot a little too low for strangers. Both her and Peter had tears in their eyes. They had gotten attached alarmingly quick. It was as though they physically could not stay away from one another. Strange felt it, too – that strong, cosmic energy that was pushing them together. How or why this happened, he didn’t know. But it was concerning, nonetheless. Strange had no idea what kind of repercussions a multiversal attachment like that could have. Peter needed to leave, and fast.

“Every second he spends here is dangerous,” Doctor Strange said. “The fabric of reality is too fragile for him to stay.”

“Just give us more time. Please,” she begged, tears now freely falling down her cheeks. “Please.”

He gave in to their tears. “Three minutes. But make it quick.”

Ignoring the fact that Strange, Peter One, MJ, and Ned were all watching them, Peter spun (Y/N) around and pulled her in for a kiss. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping the spandex of his suit in her hands tightly. Her injuries went forgotten; their attention grasped by the fact that they only had minutes left together.

“Peter,” she mumbled, pulling apart to look up at him. She wanted to look at him as long as she possibly could – she wanted to commit every single detail of his face to memory before he left. “I – I’m – “

“I know, I know,” he whispered, running his spandex-covered thumbs along the height of her cheekbones. His heart was breaking more and more by the second. The thought of leaving her, the desperate look in her beautiful eyes, the way her voice cracked through her tears – it all made Peter feel like he was being stabbed in the chest. “I know.”

“I’ll bring you back,” she insisted. Her voice was determined, despite its trembling from her tears. “I don’t know how, but I will.”

“I know you will.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I don’t wanna get rid of you,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. He attempted to hide his pain with a smile, wanting to be strong for her, but he failed miserably. “I – I don’t wanna leave you. I don’t wanna go.”

(Y/N) brought a hand up to the back of his neck, running her fingers through his fluffy brown hair at the nape of his neck. He gave her another kiss, the saltiness of their tears coating their lips.

Peter pulled back with a groan when a burning sensation took over his body. He knew he was being sent home – it was the same feeling he experienced when he was brought here earlier. He looked down at (Y/N), who was sobbing in his arms, holding him tightly.

“No, no, no – Peter.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, smiling at her through his tears. He wanted to make sure that the last thing she saw of him was a smile. “Everything’s okay.”

“I don’t want you to go. Please don’t go.”

“You’re gonna bring me back. You said you would.”

“I will – “

“Then this isn’t gonna be the last time we see each other.” He was in a lot of pain now – he’d be gone in seconds; he could feel it. But he still put on a brave face. “I’ll see you soon, my love.”

She could feel him slipping from her grasp, despite him not making any efforts to step away from her. She held him tighter, but it was no use.

“No, no. Don’t – don’t go. Please don’t leave me. Peter – “

And just like that he was gone.

part three

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[acapelladitty]

Cause and Effect

Pairing: Doc Ock/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (6.5k words)

Summary: Almost a month has passed since your tryst in the lab with Doctor Otto Octavius, alias Doc Ock, and after returning home one night you find him seated at your kitchen table seeking a place to spend the evening. A few stiff drinks later and the temptation to indulge him proves too hard to resist.

The clink of your keys as you pull them from your bag is surprisingly grating and you grip them tightly to prevent any further noise. Work had been long and the thought of having the next two days off, combined with the knowledge that you had left your heating on earlier in the day, was like a blanket of comfort as you consider just how warm and inviting your apartment will be. Dinner had been finished earlier during your shift so all that remained now was a quick shower and maybe a night-cap to help the approaching sleep go down that much sweeter. 

Opening your door, you close it behind you quietly and drop your keys into the nearby bowl as you shuffle free of your jacket. The apartment was silent, and it causes a frown to make thin lines across your forehead as you once again consider making a trip down to the pound and picking up a kitten. Just so you could have some company and something to look forward to coming home to.

The silence was a little deafening at times.

Humming along to some catchy pop tune which had been playing on the radio as you drove home, you step into the kitchen and immediately turn to open the fridge. Plucking free a half-eaten chocolate bar you had been saving for now, you clutch it to the thin fabric of your shirt with a smile as you turn back to face your kitchen table.

The soft thump of the bar as it slips free of your grasp and hits the floor goes unnoticed due to the volume of your yelp; your body physically jumping from the floor as you realise you are not alone in the small room.

Sitting at your kitchen table as though he belonged there was Dr. Otto Octavius; former scientist, wanted criminal, and leading figure of your inappropriate thoughts since your unexpected rendezvous in the Oscorp labs.

“Hello, pet.”

Heart thumping in your chest due to the sheer scale of your shock, you are barely able to squeak out a vague acknowledgement as you clutch as your chest with a clawed hand.

It had been just under a month since your tryst after his robbery of the lab and you had dedicated more time than was necessary to thinking about both the event and the man. A little research on your part had given you a greater insight into his history and you could not attempt to deny the slight jolt in your body every time his name appeared on the news or as part of some sensationalised Daily Bugle headline.

“Apologies for the fright.” Visibly holding back an amused smirk, he tapped his fingers on the cheap wood of your kitchen table, “It wasn’t intentional.”

“How did you get in here?”

Thinking of your door, you blurt out the question. Nothing had been out of place and you did not keep a spare key anywhere near your apartment entrance.

One of his metal arms springs to life, moving suddenly from behind his body and gesturing towards the window which decorated the wall behind him. The latch had broken on that window months ago but given that you lived four stories up in the building, it had not been a priority to fix since the chance of anyone getting in seemed extremely unlikely.

Or so you thought.

“Are you here to rob me? I don’t keep any of my work at home.”

The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you bite at your lower lip as you try to keep your breathing under check.

“Do you see me as a common thief?”

His voice is harsh, and it makes you flinch. As much as you wanted to believe that he was not here to harm you, it was difficult to ignore his history of violence and you feel a fresh spike of fear in your chest.

Registering your flinch, his expression softens slightly and he covers the awkward pause by laying his hand flat against the kitchen table.

“Just finishing work?” His tone shifts to something almost conversational, and everything is so surreal that you simply answer him as though he were an old friend as your mind works itself into overdrive.

“Yeah, it was a long shift.” Unable to help yourself throwing the extra information out, you continue, “After you, uhh, “you pause, “robbed the lab, I was offered sessions with psychological services to ensure I was fit to return to work so I had to fill out some extra paperwork before I clocked out.”

“Oscorp does put on a good show of loyalty to its employees.”

“They also gave me a bonus since my compliance was said to have saved the company money and resources.” At the word compliance, you allow a slight lilt to enter your tone so that your meaning was clear.

He chuckles openly at that and you can see the white of his teeth as he tilts his head back. He remains silent afterwards though and, in the quiet that follows, you have to ask the million dollar question.

“So, why are you here?”

From his lack of open threat and the fact that he seems jovial enough, you can gather that he is probably not here in any criminal capacity and that knowledge makes the tension in your body loosen just a little. As you await his answer, you allow your eyes to rove over his comfortable form.

He looks just as handsome as ever.

A familiar heavy, leather coat is covering most of his body with the only real difference between his clothing the last time you saw him and now being the changed colour of his undervest; having swapped out the black for a bottle green which was so dark that it could be mistaken for black if it were not for the good lighting of your kitchen. His seated position is commanding as he takes up the room he needs, and you can see the slight hangover of his stomach at it spills over his dark slacks.

His hair is laying messily atop his head and his goggles are missing from their usual position amongst the thick hair. The brown of his eyes seems to shine in the light of the kitchen as he fixes you with a contemplative look and you break your shared gaze as a flicker of arousal curls in your lower stomach. Moving your eyes down, at the corner of his mouth there is a slight cut to the bottom lip, and you quickly rifle through your memory to see if you can recall any recent news of an altercation he may have been involved in.

His face takes on a slight reddish hue as he answers your question.

“I require somewhere to hide out for the evening.” He confesses and you swear you can hear a touch of embarrassment colouring the words, “My usual space is,” he pauses as he seems to be choosing his words carefully, “compromised and this is the closest address I could think of that may be willing to house me.”

“How did you even get this address?” The question is out before you can stop it once again.

“I took it from the Oscorp database when I took your research.”

“Why?”

“I was not sure if you could be trusted and after,” another pause on his part, “what happened, I wanted to make sure that I would not be painted as a different type of monster.”

It was an honest answer and the truth of it made a slight sadness twist in your gut as you realise his concerns. Smiling to cover the sensation, you drop your hands into the pockets of your skirt instead.

“I kept to my side of the story and if you promise not to bring any trouble to my rented apartment then you can spend the night.” Stopping for a moment to let your words sink in, you turn your back to him as you twist to face your cupboards with an emboldened attitude, “And, for the record, I don’t regret what happened and I stand by my decision.”

Avoiding his gaze as you feel it piercing into the back of your head, you reach into one of the high cupboards and pull free two glass tumblers before placing them gently on the table. Checking one of the lower cupboards, you lament your lack of available drinks.

“I have a quarter bottle of vodka or a half bottle of whisky,” you call over your shoulder as you palm both, “which would you rather?”

“The whisky?”

“Glenfiddich single-malt,” you answer as you squint at the label, “eighteen years.”

“That.”

Quickly pouring out a generous measure into one of the tumblers, you push it towards him with your knuckles.

“Ice?”

In lieu of an answer, the tentacle closest to the table darted forward to pick up the small glass and its sudden movement made the bottle of whisky in your grasp slosh dangerously as you flinched away from it. Moving swiftly, the tentacle brought the glass to his lips and he took a tempered sip with an appreciative hum.

“Not necessary.” He tilted his head towards you in gratitude, “Thank you.”

Pouring yourself a sliver of vodka, you top it off with some lemonade and take a quick gulp.

Dutch courage.

It always worked like a charm.

“Will you join me?”

His question is unexpected, and it pulls you from your thoughts as the stiff drink burns its way down your throat. Not seeing -or at least not willing to acknowledge- the danger, you jump in place for a moment as another tentacle comes to rest on the wooden back of the chair closest to you as it is shifts it free of the table for you to sit.

“Thanks.” Taking the seat, your glass taps against the wooden table as you place it down gently and continue to speak, “So how is my research doing?”

The metal arm that pulled your chair free flexes in the corner of your sight and you turn to face it more clearly.

“The metal polymers fused to them beautifully,” pride coloured his tone as his gaze followed your own to his exposed metal appendage, “and increased their physical strength and durability considerably. I am working on extending their capabilities using new, experimental techniques.”

“Techniques you would be willing to share?”

“If I told you,” his smirk was open as he inclined his glass in your direction, “then I would have to stop you from sharing my secrets and neither of us want that.”

Unsure how seriously to take that threat, you ignore the gnawing sense that you were entering into dangerous territory by inclining your own glass in return.

x-x-x-x-x

The flow of conversation between you both was relatively good-natured as you discussed aspects of work and the developing scientific world which you both were keen to see come to fruition. You found yourself brushing over his mentions of criminality with a surprising lack of moral outrage but that was an acknowledgment which you were willing to save analysis for later.

Perhaps it was the discussion or maybe it was the whisky, but as the conversation progressed Otto grew steadily more animated before your eyes. Subtle smirks grew into open laughter that crinkled the corners of his eyes with lines and even his tentacles had relaxed into an almost dormant state as they swooped low to the floor.

As he speaks, the day catches up with you and you politely cover a yawn with the back of your hand so as not to interrupt him. However, the move does not go unnoticed, and he pauses his discussion.

“Am I boring you?”

Caught off-guard by the sudden accusation, you splutter for a moment before catching the amused challenge in his eyes.

“No, but it’s been a long day.” You confess with a shrug, “I should head off to bed soon.”

At the mention of your bed, the elephant in the room which had been remaining dormant until this point sprang to life as you are forced to consider where exactly you plan to house the wanted super-criminal who is now looking at you in a way that suggests the same idea is fresh in his thoughts.

“The living room sofa will suffice for me,” an unexpectedly chivalrous offer that makes your eyes lock onto his own, “and I will keep these things from causing any unnecessary damage.” He inclines to his metal appendages with a slight head tilt.

Clearing your throat as you sink the last of your drink, you hold his eye as you take a steadying breath and make your choice.

“The bed is more comfortable.”

The words are quiet, but they may as well have been screamed for the way that they charge the tension within the room as his lip quirks at the corner and he moves quicker than you could have anticipated. Standing from his seated position, he closes the gap and, in a reversal of your first encounter, takes the initiative as he pulls you towards him.

His lips are insistent on your own and you meet him equally as you press your body against his, enjoying the residual taste of whisky which coats your tongue. It is over as quickly as it begins, and you pull away with a deep exhale as you meet his heated glance. Running your hands along the lapel of his leather coat, your words are breathy.

“Give me five minutes and meet me in the bedroom. Make yourself comfortable.”

Twisting in position, you walk away from him with a confident gait as you hear his heavy footfalls disappear in the opposite direction as he follows your instructions. Your bathroom light is off as you step inside, and you switch it on quickly.

A wet washcloth is your best bet and you run it under the tap for a moment before drawing it across your face and sighing as the cool water clears your thoughts. Wringing it out, you quickly follow up by freshening up your body and quickly reapplying some roll-on deodorant.

A quick check down your top reminds you of the simple cotton underwear set you had thrown on before work and you are momentarily pleased by the choice of colour as the red stands out beautifully against your skin.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you take a deep breath and flick the light off as you exit the bathroom. Your shirt and skirt feel hot against your skin as you consider the events ahead and you pause at the bedroom door for a moment before stepping through.

He is seated at the edge of your bed and his eyes fix on you immediately. A ghostly sensation of embarrassment creeps along your spine and you feel like a young teen again, sneaking a boy back to the house and hoping that he likes your bedroom, but you shake the feeling off as you focus on the very real man who is giving you his full attention.

His heavy jacket has been removed and you can see it folded neatly over the chair in the corner of the room. The lack of jacket exposes his deep green undervest and, as you move to his side of the bed, you can see his shoes are also off and neatly placed beside the jacket.

As you move towards him, he stands and his metal arms seem to flex for a moment before folding in towards his body to allow him the greatest access to you as his hands come to rest on the waistband of your skirt. Matching his movements, you place your hands on the belt which is holding up his dark slacks.

“I like this skirt.” He mutters, his voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine, “Is this what you wear to work?”

Seeing the opportunity, you take it.

“Not normally, no.” You whisper back, pressing up on the balls of your feet to plant the confession into his ear, “But a strange thing happened recently, and a very dangerous man left me hoping that he might show up again. So, I wanted to dress for the occasion, just in case he came back.”

Growling at your words, he pulls the bottom of your shirt free so he can run his hands across your stomach and your breath hitches as his thick fingers ghost along your hips.

“I suppose I should say thanks for not killing me that night in the lab.”

His lips, which had been trailing the most delightful kisses down your neck, pause as he pulls his head back to give you a heated yet questioning look. However, it is quick to slip into surprise as you press harshly against his rounded stomach, forcing him to move backwards against the bed and take a seat.

Your hands fumble messily against his belt as you move to live out a fantasy that has been playing out in your head since your first encounter. In those nights where you found relief in your hands as they moved frantically against your heated core, the image of him above you as you took him in your welcoming mouth had spurred you on to satisfaction and the fantasy becoming reality made your core wet against the cotton of your panties.

His hands rest atop your own as he smoothly unclips his belt and unzips his slacks; moving his hands away to allow you to delve your own within his boxers and free his rapidly hardening cock as it strains against the fabric there.

You had forgotten just how thick he was and you wrap your hands around the base of his cock as you dip your head forward; just catching the tip against your lips as you open your mouth and push down. A heavy groan of open pleasure is your reward, and it spurs you on as you dig the fingertips of your free hand into the covered flesh of his thigh.

A soft gasp escapes from your lips as one of his heavy hands comes to rest on the back of your head, pressing you further down on his cock and you allow it to guide you as you hollow your cheeks and accept him further. Moving your tongue, you suck him in deep and his voice is strained as he speaks again.

“It’s been a long time, pet.”

At the clear arousal in his tone, you feel a fresh flood of lust course through you and it makes you groan around his cock. However, you pull free of him in surprise as two of his metal tentacles wrap around your waist as you kneel, essentially keeping you in place as his hand tightens almost painfully around your hair.

“Apologies,” he grunts as you look up at him and his eyes are wild with lust as a lock of his dark hair falls over his forehead, “they often respond without being asked.”

“It looks like they want to me continue,” you respond, running a hand along one of the metal arms with an almost suggestive ease, “is that what you want, Otto?” You purr his name with clear intent, and it makes the corner of his eye twitch as his body betrays him by pressing towards you.

Opening your mouth once again, you swallow him down in one smooth move and the effort makes the corner of your eyes water but its worth it as a strangled moan graces your ears. His hand slips from your head to the base of your neck and his fingers are warm as they massage the skin there with an agitated pressure. He is close, you can tell, and you rub your thighs together in anticipation as you await the rewards of your efforts.

With a pointed swirl of your tongue along the sensitive head, you inhale sharply as you find your body being pulled away from his as his metal arms remove you from your kneeling position and place you back on your feet.

Confused, you barely have time to open your mouth before his lips are on your own once again and you know he can taste himself on your tongue as he devours you with an almost frenzied edge as his hands press against your chest roughly. His tentacles are still wrapped around your waist as they follow their master’s subconscious desires.

Pulling away, his finger runs along your lip and you can feel the slight puffiness of them as you part them willingly.

“My turn, pet.” He growls and the hoarseness of his voice sends a bolt of arousal down your spine as you shiver in place.

A squeal of surprise breaks free from your lips as you are lifted from the ground with ease by his metal arms as they place you overhead and drop you gently to the bed; your back bouncing off the springs as you release a girlish giggle.

The bed dips as his impressive weight kneels over you and his metal arms release you to allow his fingers to dip within the buttons of your shirt. With a quick movement, he pulls the fabric to one side and the force is enough to send the small plastic buttons snapping across the room and falling carelessly to the carpet as he exposes your red bra.

Humming appreciatively at the sight, he puts his hands on your skirt waistband once again and you lift your ass from the bed to allow him to slip the fabric down past your knees and feet before throwing it carelessly off the side of the bed.

Now covered by little more than your underwear set and ripped shirt, a blush graces your cheeks as you lick at your lips. The faint taste of your vodka and something that was uniquely him invades your senses and you stretch your arms overhead as you press your chest out to him in open invitation.

Sitting up, you pull the bra free of your body and drop it beside you.

One of his metal arms is quick to spring to life and pick it up as he continues to focus on your freshly exposed chest with open delight. Another arm opens your bedside drawer and drops the bra within, but it is slow to retract as it plucks free a small piece of dark fabric.

Above you, Otto hums as the arm brings the piece of fabric to his attention and he opens his palm to accept it. His brow cocks in surprise as he takes in the small, dark blindfold and he allows it to hang off the tip of his fingers as he fixes you with an aroused stare.

“What’s this? Hmm?”

Ignoring the flash of fresh heat across your skin as one of your little secrets was exposed, you run a hand gently across your chest, pausing to play with your nipple, as you give a casual shrug.

“You can use it if you want?”

His head snaps down at you fully as your offer hangs in the air but he is quick to cover his lapse in control as he smirks.

“Would you trust me to use it?”

It was a valid question, but you were far too aroused to care about the potential consequences.

“Could I stop you if you wanted to?”

His body moves quickly as he presses down on top of you and the overwhelming sensation of him makes you groan as your heated skin is trapped against his warmth.

Placing the blindfold against your forehead, you tilt your head up to allow him to secure at the back and he places a surprisingly soft kiss against your lips as he pulls it down.

The world falls into darkness as the fabric of the blindfold removes one of your senses and it makes your other senses heighten as you strain your hearing to listen for his movements. The pressure of him atop you disappears as he pulls away and your breath catches in your throat as you await his next move.

You jump as his lips make themselves known against your navel and you give an appreciative moan as he makes a trail of kisses down your abdomen. As he reaches the sensitive skin between your hips and groin, you shift in position as it tickles.

A sharp yelp of surprise breaks free of your lips as your wrists and ankles are suddenly pinned into place by a cool metal which you immediately identify as his excess arms. The pressure is firm but not painful as you wiggle your extremities against them, unable to do more than wiggle your fingers and toes as they are held in place.

Anxiety and list swirl in your gut at the obvious show of dominance and it takes the breath from you as you realise how truly vulnerable you had allowed yourself to be.

No sight.

No movement.

At the mercy of a man who was one of the most recognised super-criminals to exist within your lifetime.

“I don’t think they want you to move.” He says and you can hear the amusement in his tone as it colours the obvious arousal there, “They want you to stay and take what I’m going to give. Perhaps they recognise that you helped to give them more strength?”

His body shifts once more, and your hips buck slightly as his warm breath makes itself known on your inner thigh. The wetness between your legs must be visible as you hear a faint huff of amusement as his fingers trail along the soft skin of your thighs as they travel up to hook within the band of your panties.

The metal around your ankles leaves for a moment as he pulls your panties free of your ass and down past your knees and ankles. Once free, you do not hear where he throws them but your attention is elsewhere as your ankles are again locked against the bed by his metal arms as they spread your legs slightly.

His mouth is gentle as it licks and sucks at the sensitive skin of your thighs and its maddening as he is so close to your aching core without providing any relief and your lips grunt your displeasure as you attempt to move your body as much as possible to force him closer to your sex.

He seems to pick up on your desperation and he takes pity as a salacious moan escapes your chest as the stubble of his chin brushes against you as he licks a slow line down your slit. After having no stimulation, it is almost too much as you give another broken moan as you rock your hips against his mouth to encourage him.

For your enthusiasm, he rewards you with vigour as he makes an excited attack on your core; licking, sucking, and teasing as he alternates between your clit and entrance as he makes his mark. Clawing your fingers against the metal pinning you in place, you writhe your back against the bed as frenzied grunts spill from your lips. The blindfold was doing its job and every sensation seemed to elevate as he devours you.

He was unrelenting as he continued his ministrations and, despite trying to avoid it, a part of you imagines that his poor wife was probably a very happy woman before her passing. The metal arms seem to flex around your body as they keep the pressure from growing too heavy on your soft skin and the tension within your body is steadily growing as you are unable to escape his frantic movements.

His lips graze your clit as his wide tongue flicks over the sensitive bundle of nerves and it is just what you need as the band of arousal that is making your breath come in short bursts snaps. Squeezing your eyes shut despite the blindfold, you buck your hips into his mouth as you come, grinding against him as harshly as possible as he tasted everything you had to offer.

Your fingernails are carving crescents into your palms as you ride of the aftershocks of your orgasm and his presence disappears from your groin as the weight of the bed shifts. A sudden brightness alerts you to the fact that the blindfold has been removed and you squint your eyes as his face appears before your own.

His lips catch your own once more and, as if he is returning the favour, you can taste yourself on his tongue and it draws a comfortable moan from you as the metal arms pull free of your limbs.

Using his own hands, Otto wraps them around your waist and picks you up in a show of physicality that makes you smirk as he pulls you over and places you at the edge of the bed in a seated position.

As he stands free of the bed, his hand moves smoothly along his visibly hard cock and you can see the small bead of pre-cum as it is spread by his fingers. His free hand dips within the pocket of his discarded coat and pulls out a familiar brand of condom as he rips the packaging open with his teeth and rolls it over his cock.

“So, they like to play?” You purr, eyeing up his metal arms as they float despondently behind his body. At some point while you were blindfolded, his slacks must had been discarded and his dark boxers are pooled around his ankles as he steps free of them.

His vest remains on but as it wraps around his rounded body, it does little to hide anything, and you flash a heated grin at him as you take in his exposed state.

“Apparently,” he matches your grin with a smirk of his own, “but that is news to me as much as you. They are not usually this,” he pauses, “responsive.”

“Can they do anything else?”

“They are advanced structures,” his voice is buttery as he places a hand below your jaw to tilt your head up to meet him, “combined with one of the most advanced artificial intelligence programs in the world. They can do a lot of things.”

“Not what I was asking, and you know it.” You mutter, ignoring his smirk.

He looks thoughtful for a moment as one of his arms springs to life and the three metal spokes that make up the hand open enough to wrap around your breast. Your breath hitches in apprehension but aside from a firm squeeze there is no further action until-

“Oh!” You exclaim as the tentacle bursts to life in a vibrating motion, sending strong pulses through your chest and making you squirm against the duvet, “Oh…” The sensations are strong, and you quirk a brow in his direction as he shrugs.

Leaning down, his hands are firm against your shoulders as they push you back against the bed and you follow his unspoken commands as you lay flat. Stepping forward, he stands between your legs as you raise them from the floor and wrap them gently around his waist, keeping your thighs as spread as possible to ensure he had all the access he needed.

His fingers are insistent as they tease a gentle line down your slit, mimicking the movements his tongue had made earlier, and they slip inside you with ease as you are still slick from your earlier orgasm. Sighing as you enjoy the sensation of the fingers, their thickness familiar and just as delicious as you remember, you groan gently as you rock your hips into his hand.

“You ready?” His words are husky, rough with anticipation, and you place a hand atop the metal arm which is still pressed atop your chest.

“Yes!” You grunt, wrapping your free hand around his wrist and bringing it to lay flat against your hip, “I’ve waited long enough.”

Running his fingers through his hair, his lips pull back into a grin as he lines himself up against your entrance and pushes in without any preamble. The sudden fullness draws a short scream of pleasure from your throat as you are filled and your fingers claw into the soft skin of his wrist as it grips you to keep you in place.

Clenching around him, the friction of his movements sets your nerves alight, and you blink as you admire the look of sheer concentration on his face as his dark eyes hold a pinpoint focus on your expression while he sets a quick pace within you. His hair has fallen from its place with a few locks brushing his forehead as he exerts himself, and a thin sheen of sweat is visible as his thick body snaps against your own.

The attention from such a dangerous yet brilliant man is intoxicating, and you push your hips down to meet his every thrust as he buries himself within you fully. As he moves, his growls and grunts grow more frantic, and you match them with your own as you whine and grip at the metal arm which is keeping you still as it continues to send pleasant vibrations through your sensitive chest.

His hand comes to rest over your mouth as it breaks free of your hip, and you can taste your own releases against the fingers as well as the faintest hint of tobacco. Moaning around the fingers, you nip at the pad of his thumb as he stretches you out.

“I’m close,” you cry out, arousal making your words strangled, “fuck me, I’m so close. Keep going.”

At the cursing, he gives a low grunt, and you swear his thrusts become more punishing as the heels of your feet dig into the soft flesh of his lower back, still covered by his vest. It pushes you over the edge and your vision whites out at the edges as you reach your peak, garbled pleas and grunts fall from your lips as you desperately clench around him.

The added friction seems to be enough for him also and it is only as the highs of your orgasm begin to wane that you feel him twitch within you as he also reaches his release. The metal arm against your chest tightens to the point where the pain catches your breath in your throat, but it loosens up quickly as he collapses back against his remaining metal arms as they form a support for him to lean against.

The deep breathing of you both as you catch your breath and wits again is the only sound in the room aside from the slight creak of his metal arms as they move to prop him up fully. Tilting your head to the side, you break the silence by spreading an arm across the open bed to your side.

“The bed is more comfortable by the way,” you repeat your earlier words with a small smile, “that wasn’t just a line to get you in here.”

You are not sure where the uncertainty in his expression stems from but whatever internal battle is going on inside his mind concludes as he gives a hum of consent and pushes off his arms to instead lay himself out on the bed. His vest remains the only clothing between you both and you take a moment to lament having to wash your sheets in the morning.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a thick arm as it comes to rest over your chest, pulling you closer as your body is moved flush against his own. He is on his front, his tentacles floating in the air above the bed without any real movement and you focus on them as he makes himself comfortable against your body.

Your last meeting did not allow for it, but he seems to be a cuddler and the sheer absurdity of the whole thing makes your chest move as you hold back a giggle.

“What is so funny?” His voice is low, and his dark eyes are sated but as sharp as ever as he roves them across your face.

Busted.

“I’m just thinking about how they say that doing something once is a mistake and twice is a hobby. I’m wondering if this applies.”

His chuckle rumbles his chest against your side, and you can tell he is amused by the thought process.

“I will be gone by tomorrow,” speaking slowly, his words are certain and only slightly regretful as he seems very content with his current position, “and you can make that decision by yourself.”

“You can stay for breakfast if you want?” The offer even catches you off guard as you make it, “I am not due back in work for two days.”

He nods and you can see his tongue moving within his mouth and he contemplates his options.

“Perhaps I will. I am in no rush to return to my current project until certain elements have been corrected.” Talking more to himself, he turns his attention to you once again as he smirks, “But, you are correct, that is twice now that you have let a wanted criminal into your bed. Maybe I should be the one who is concerned?”

“It’s an achievement that I don’t plan to include on my CV, if I’m to be honest with you, Doctor Octavius.” You mutter, pressing your smile against his shoulder, and his laugh is open and honest as he matches your smile for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence.

(+ Small Addition)

A rough sound draws you from your dreamless sleep and as your eyes snap open and begin to adjust to the darkness of the room, you turn to face the heavy figure to your side. Still planted on his front, his tentacles are no longer settled as they sweep through the air in short, jerky movements; not enough to be dangerous or cause damage but enough that you squint to see what the problem is.

Otto is asleep but his rest is far from relaxed as a pained expression graces his face, his eyes moving frantically behind his eyes as whatever is tormenting him seems to be causing him some distress.

“Otto?” You whisper quietly, letting the words carry themselves in the small space between you as you shake him gently with your hand, “You’re dreaming.”

His eyes do not open but a vague sense of consciousness comes to him and from behind closed lids he breathes out his answer.

“S’okay, Rosie. M’fine.”

A deep sense of sadness grips at your chest as whatever awareness he has leaves him and he falls silent once again; lost to memories better left unspoken about.

You knew the story, had read the reports and news articles when the accident had happened. His work had killed his wife and in the bliss of unconsciousness, he still dreams of her.

Alive and well and sharing his bed.

Despite his crimes and history, you had seen glimpses of the man he was before the accident, and it causes an ache in your heart. Not of jealousy, or disappointment, but a genuine sadness for his experiences and the loss of such a brilliant man to the madness and grief that is consuming him.

Closing your eyes once again, you focus your thoughts on breakfast and allow the sinking comfort of your pillow to pull you back to sleep once more.

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Yandere! Raimi! Doc Ock x Reader Headcanons

(Thank you guys so much for being super supportive of me in my tssm Otto fanfic! I love you guys so much! So, here it is! My Raimi Ock headcanon list!!!!

* He’s a soft Yandere, like his other brothers and sisters. The entire Ock family are all very gentle, however, he can get very mean sometimes. He tries his best not to get as mad with you as he does with others 〜(＞＜)〜

* He’s also very much aware of what he’s doing, and he feels no remorse, as he is now a man controlled by machine and raw emotion. He actually likes it.

* This man makes sure that he knows every detail about you. He notes them all down, and soon, the intelligent man knows more about you than you know yourself.

* He likes to watch you late at night. He’s not too big on the stalking, as he’s quite the workaholic, but in his spare time, he enjoys observing his soon-to-be partner slumbering away, not knowing of the super criminal watching you~

* By Golly, does this man get jealous! If he sees you talking to a man, he immediately starts thinking the worst. What if you find them better than him? What if they were trying to hurt you? What if they were trying to woo you over? He executes them later.

* He likes to mangle people with his arms, but his favorite murder weapon is most definitely the screwdriver ❤️

* He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, no matter the body shape you are in.

* He likes to collect little trinkets of you every day, and also likes to drop off cute items for you. They get progressively darker as he loses himself in the madness of his nonexistent romance.

* Would use his tiddies to muffle your screaming, he would also let you lay on them whenever you want (and suck them 😳)

* He would literally do anything for you! He says after kidnapping you. He acts very polite and in a very gentlemanly way. He loves you very dearly, and will continue to act polite towards you, no matter how rude you get. He will, however, drug you if you get too “bratty”

* He soon loses interest in rebuilding his fusion reactor and Rosie. It’s all dead and rotted now, he has no more care for them, only you!!! (You don’t want that to happen.)

* He thinks you have an adorable personality, one of the main reasons he gravitates towards you.

* To hell with the city! To prove that he devotes his entire life for you, he might rebuild his fusion reactor but he makes it purposefully explode and to destroy half of New York, to show how much he loves you. Everyone else can just die!!! Don’t you see? The Mad Scientist loves you!

* JUSTLOOKATHIMLOOKATHIMLOOKATHIMLOOKATHIMLOOKATMELOOKATMELOOKATMELOOKATME

* He makes sure Spider-Man is dead if he tries to save you. It doesn’t matter that if it even is that Parker boy. Brilliant but lazy. Smart, but useless. Intelligent, but not you.

* His obsession for you has made him even more cold hearted around everyone else, he loves you too much to even care about anyone else.

* He is very tender uwu

* Makes you the most exquisite of food

* No, really. Eat his food. This man can cook surprisingly well.

* Dries your tears gently and with love ❤️

* He likes to take you around the city, carrying you around bridal-style, with his arms carrying the both of you as part of a “date.”

* “YOU’RE INSANE!!!”

* “Insane? Oh, darling. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I lost myself.”

* To make a long story short, he thinks you are absolutely precious, and you immediately belong to him. He will keep you safe forever.

#doc ock #doctor octavius #otto octavius #doctor octopus #doctor otto octavius #reader insert #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #dr otto octavius #yandere doctor octopus #headcanon #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere #he’s so precious #doc ock my beloved

[morelikedoccock]

Just In That Breath of Time

Doc Ock x gender neutral reader

Rating: T+

Tags: Angst, Emotional, Memories, just a little study on what it might feel like to feel recognized by Otto even after his accident, im fine            

Link to Ao3

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       You’re so used to blending in with the crowd. Used to being one face among many, just another nameless, forgettable visage. Used to watching others be distinctive and memorable.

       You watch now, just another part of the mass, as a man with four long, metal, tentacle-like arms attached to his back advances down the street. The people around you are pushing, screaming, crying, but you’re frozen, ice crackling in your lungs where air should be.

       The man draws closer, his features becoming more visible with every menacing, earth-shaking step. The broad, rounded jaw, the stately, aquiline nose, the full, soft mouth, each as familiar to you now as they have always been. You know that his eyes, though concealed by dark glasses, are the same warm chocolate brown that you can picture so vividly in your mind.

       “Come out, Spider-Man,” he calls, “you can’t hide from me forever.”

       And it’s the same voice you remember, but tainted, roughened by rage and malice.

       That mouth, the one you know so well, twists into a grimace as the man jerks, two of his mechanical arms shooting out and grabbing a car. He twists, a savage, viciously quick movement, and the arms fling the car—

       Straight toward you.  

       In that moment, your mind is as empty as the blankest whiteboard, the cleanest piece of fresh paper. Fear is a cold blanket over your shoulders, but it’s just that, and nothing more. You watch in a distant, disbelieving way, as the car halts inches from the person in front of you, then swings back in the other direction, toward the man who had thrown it. His mechanical arms swing up and bite through the vehicle with ease, and he moves forward through the dust, head raised, searching for his enemy.

       You’re just a part of the conglomerate of frightened pedestrians now crushed against a nearby shop front, just another face to be lost in the many. The man swings forward, his mechanical arms crushing the asphalt beneath him, then he pauses, still looking upward. He’s in front of you, now, and the sight of his profile drops a lead weight into your stomach. You inhale shakily, and frost crunches in your chest.

             “Sorry to bother you, Dr. Octavius,” you say, stopping behind the big man as he scrubs the whiteboard clean. “I’m still having a lot of difficulty with this kind of problem, would you be able to help me?”  

       And he turns to you, those warm brown eyes nearly glowing, a smile upturning his full lips. Your heart stutters beneath your ribs.  

       “Oh, hello, I didn’t hear you come up.”  

       He checks his watch in the scattered sort of way that you’ve begun to think of as sweet, then meets your gaze once more.  

       “I’m so sorry, I have to be in another class in just a few minutes. Why don’t you stop by during my office hours later today? I’ll be there from 4-6.”  

       “O-okay, yeah, thank you,” you say, a little embarrassed. He sends another heart-stopping smile straight into your face before turning back to the whiteboard and resuming his attempts to get it properly cleaned. You practically stumble out of the classroom, vainly attempting to calm your racing heart.  

       He just seems to have that effect on you, and has ever since he walked into the lecture hall on the first day of class. You’d spent hours of his lectures just admiring the animated way he spoke, the movements of his face, the smiles, the laughs, even the occasional frown. His voice had sunk into your consciousness, the low, smooth tone of it resonating inside your head. You’d watched him shamelessly. After all, you only ever blended in with the crowd. It wasn’t like he would notice you, pick you out from among many others.  

       And you had gone to his office hours later that day. You had done your best to listen as he explained his way through the problems, trying not to get distracted by his nearness, or by the way his curling hair fell onto his forehead when he bent over the paper to look at a set of numbers. He’d smiled at you when you had finally managed to grasp the concept, answering one of the questions quickly, before he had time to try and help you along.  

       “Well done,” he’d said, patting you warmly on the shoulder as you left his office. “Let me know if you run into any other trouble.”  

       It had been all you could do to nod and smile in return, and thank him for his time.  

       And of course you’d fallen just a little in love with him. You had no right, you knew that, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You knew he was too old for you, a professor, and you were only a senior in college. He was too good for you, too. Someone that would always stand above others, someone who would always stand out in a crowd. Unique, driven— memorable.  

       The occasional comfortable pats on your arm, your shoulder, they meant nothing. He was just a warm, friendly, physical man. He met every student’s eyes during his class, not just yours. Listened to them all attentively, smiling, frowning, thinking. There was no meaning to the polite greetings he gave you in passing, the small smiles, the nods. No meaning in the way he looked into your eyes.  

       Those things had meant nothing to him, but they meant everything to you.  

       And then one day, it happened. He’d lost everything, and you’d lost him. The lecture hall had felt empty without his presence. The news had screamed about him, but you hadn’t listened. You couldn’t bring yourself to face what he’d become.  

       You’ve always blended in with the crowd, never once been special, been noticed. You don’t expect anything else.

       And yet, the man turns, sunlight illuminating his face, making transparent windows of his dark glasses, and his gaze finds yours. Shock is a lightning bolt blazing straight through your body. Time slows. He stares at you, eyes wide, and it’s the recognition in them that sends ice coursing through your veins. You can’t believe it. There’s no way.  

       It’s a split second of time, but in that moment, his expression shifts. His mouth tightens, deepening at the corners, and the look in his eyes—

       It’s unmistakable. You watch as open, vulnerable grief writes itself across his features when he looks at you, recognizes you, just in that breath of time.

       And then he turns away, his visage hardening once more, collecting himself to step forward and face his foe. You are a distant, separate entity from those around you who breathe a sigh of relief as he moves past; you are breathing frost, your lungs already frozen as the ice in your veins floods your aching heart.

#doc ock #x reader #doc ock x reader #angst #cerbin writes #my fic #one shot

[docockbrainrot]

if you were church

Summary: Some nights are easier than others.

Pairing: Otto Octavius/Reader, Doc Ock/Reader

Content: NSFT, Smut, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Watching Someone Sleep, Sprinkling of Angst, Female Reader

Ao3 link here!

(A/N: so this is just pure oneshot pwp; it takes place adjacent to ITIWY but its not canon to that story; i just wanted an excuse to write from otto's pov and not have to do any world building. it got a little more... sad than i was going for so maybe i'll have to do a character study oneshot next; i really just needed somewhere to dump all of my feelings abt otto being obsessed with eating p*ssy eheehhguhh sorry in advance ^^; )

He isn't sure what's gotten into him tonight. Maybe the loneliness is finally settling in, like a chill to the bones, a cold, dead hand gripping his heart. Maybe he's truly just corrupted beyond repair, gone off the rails like a runaway train and this is the kind of thing that broken men think about doing. It's not like him- or at least it isn't like who he used to be.

Otto is certain that man is dead and gone.

The night is cold and damp, the city that never sleeps unquestionably seems to at least be in a restful lull in comparison to the usual hustle and bustle of night life. The occasional sound of tires on wet asphalt, a lone car horn honking from a distance. There’s little background noise, no music. Even the lights of the high rises from uptown feel dimmer than average.

He watches from the fire escape. She's asleep- has been for a while now. And he knows she's notoriously forgetful when it comes to locking the window. Making a decision that is sure to bite him in the ass later down the road, he slowly, quietly, heaves open the window and pauses to ensure he hasn't woken her. No movement. Good. After slipping through, the actuators silently close it behind him.

This is a bad idea, he tells himself for the umpteenth time that night. He isn't sure exactly what his motives are himself. Otto thinks maybe, just maybe this will be enough. Just seeing her like this, curled up peacefully in bed, sound asleep. She looks so soft and… quiet. No quippy remarks, no demands. He feels as though he’s getting a glimpse of something that doesn’t belong to him. Domesticity. He had that once. After all this is said and done, he thinks he might be able to chalk this lapse in judgement up to nostalgia. Nothing personal, he tries to tell himself. The sheets are tangled around her naked legs, her large nightshirt is ruched up around her waist and he can see the hem of her underwear.

A strong throb deep in his core tells him that this is a very bad fucking idea. He wants so badly to touch her, to ravage her, to drink from the delicious warmth between her thighs and his mouth waters just at the thought.

Maybe it’s a little personal.

Before he can even make a decision, one way or the other, it is made for him as she blearily blinks up at him, no doubt roused from slumber by the uncanny feeling of another presence in the room. She sits up abruptly, but to his relief she doesn't scream or otherwise make a scene.

"Otto?" She hisses in disbelief, squinting at him through the dark and then glancing behind him with a frown. "Let me guess- window?"

He smiles, but it isn't friendly. He feels predatory, but she's hardly a frightened little animal. Not anymore. "You really should be better about locking them. You never know who's skulking about in the dark and what they might do to a pretty little thing like yourself," Otto's voice is low and he swallows past his mounting desire. His sunglasses are carefully plucked from his face and nimble claws place them gently on the nightstand. He slowly starts to remove his leather gloves, keeping eye contact with her through the dark as he does so. There's enough light, coming in from outside, that they're able to clearly see each other's faces. She looks confused, but not afraid. He wonders what she sees on him.

Depositing the gloves onto her bedside table next to his glasses, the metal arms assist in making quick work of shucking off his trench coat and draping it across a desk chair. Otto is watching when the realization of the moment dawns on her and her eyes go wide. He's certain she's blushing, but can't make it out in the feeble lighting.

"W-wait- are you-?" She stammers and he reaches out to touch her face with his bare fingers, ghosting his knuckles up her jaw.

"May I?" He croons and there's little hesitation before she's jerking her head 'yes' and she places a warm hand on his wrist, turning her face into his hand. He doesn't need any more confirmation from her. Otto kneels on the bed between her legs and pulls her in for a heavy, deep kiss. It goes straight to his cock, feeling the blood rush south in aching waves. She melts into him like butter, her tongue meets his lips and her hands take to skimming down his chest. He isn't sure exactly why she isn't outright disgusted by him, by the horrific accident that left him just as much metal as he is man. But he isn't in the position to complain. She doesn’t even flinch as her fingers trace the scarred flesh of his abdomen and he is pleasantly surprised by her boldness- but he isn’t fooled. She isn’t attracted to him, not like this. No one would be. This is convenient for both of them, nothing more than that.

Otto breaks away from her, breath ragged, and a metal claw pushes her down flat on her back to the mattress with ease, her body malleable and eager.

"You're sure?"

She nods again. "Very."

That's enough. He slips his hands under her t-shirt, his mouth assaulting her neck as he rubs his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. He kisses, bites, licks at her, revelling in the gasping moans that drip from her lips like sweet honey, kneading the soft mounds of her breasts in his hands. Wanton desire sets his blood on fire and as much as he would love to bury himself balls deep inside of her, and no doubt she would let him, that isn't why he's here tonight.

Otto trails his mouth down her chest, to her navel, hands sliding south to hook his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drag them down her thighs. She's a gasping, trembling mess beneath him and they haven't even gotten to the main event. He laves his tongue over her hip and takes the time to suck a small bruise into the skin there. She parts herself willingly for him, inviting him to worship before her and he eagerly obliges. Otto presses an open mouthed kiss to her already very wet core. At the same time, he slides a hand down to flick open the button of his pants and free his aching erection, taking the heavy length into his palm and stroking himself. He groans at the sweet relief it provides.

Her fingers find their way entwined in his hair and he bucks into his own hand when she tugs at the auburn locks. Fuck, that little minx. He licks languidly from her slippery entrance to her clit and seals his mouth around the tender bud, rolling the flat of his tongue over it again and again and again in a steady rhythm. Her thighs are quivering, chest heaving, head thrown back into the pillows as she loses herself to his talented mouth.

Otto squeezes the base of his cock and the sound he makes is muffled, buried in her delicious cunt. She tastes heavenly and he can't get enough, changing tactics to plunge his tongue into the warmth, wet depths of her. Her insides clench desperately as he fucks into her, licking at her inner walls while she grinds herself into his face, hands tangled in his hair to keep him there- as if he had any intentions of stopping now. He can feel his orgasm edging closer and closer- he’d be embarrassed if it were any other encounter, how quickly he’s coming undone. But he needs this so badly. Alone in his dark, dingy hideout with nothing but his own thoughts and his hand wasn’t enough anymore. Another body alongside him; he craved it more than anything.

He loses focus for just a few seconds, drawing back just enough to press his sweaty forehead against her warm inner thigh, a choked moan on his wet lips. He spills himself into his hand and all over his knuckles as he pumps his pulsing cock through the last few waves of ecstasy. Breath ragged, he glances up at her and finds her staring back. Otto gives her a lazy grin. Bringing his hand up, all sticky with release, he easily slips two fingers inside of her and promptly hooks them right into that little spot to drive her wild. Her hips stutter upwards and his free hand grabs her, pressing her back down into the sheets as his mouth finds its way back to her swollen clit.

He thinks he might hear his name somewhere in the mess of gasping, whimpering, keening that she’s fallen into, but it may as well have been his imagination. A third digit presses its way into her, stretching her open and he feels her pulse and squeeze and tremble under the onslaught. She feels so tight and perfect inside; he almost regrets not fucking her senseless.

He’s tonguing her clit ravenously, hunger still insatiable, when she cums for him and the sight is breathtaking. Her back arches and her fingers twist in his hair and this time is quite certain he hears a very shaky, “Otto…” as he works her through the orgasm, chasing every bit of the high he can eke out of her. It’s not until she’s begging him to stop that he does, withdrawing his fingers from her core and giving a final slow lick up her dripping cunt. He tastes both of their combined releases and his spent cock gives an intrigued twitch. No, no, that’s enough, he decides. For now.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his clean hand and she props herself up on her elbows, trying to catch her breath. She watches as he sits up, tucks himself back into his pants and does them back up. “You don’t need me to…?” She almost sounds hopeful.

“Already dealt with,” he chuckles a little, but there’s no mirth behind it. He can’t shake the feeling he’s left with. Physically satisfied, mentally… “I should get going. Sorry about the mess.”

She gives him a look and he finds it difficult to place the emotion he sees there. Otto gets to his feet and she jerks a thumb towards the box of tissues on the nightstand. He takes a couple to wipe off his sticky hand and drops them into the wastebasket at his feet. There’s a certain heaviness in the air now and it’s more than just the smell of sex and sweat. He should never have come here. He’s always prided himself on being a man of science, rationale, and logic. Yet something lingers in his heart and in his head, like he’s desecrated holy ground, set fire to the sacred altar and shattered the stained glass with a baseball bat. Ruined something ethereal and beautiful and pure.

Actuators carefully help him redress, pulling on the coat and replacing the glasses onto his face. He doesn’t put his gloves back on, just stuffs them into his inner coat pocket. The pre-war style window opens behind him, robotic arms holding it for him as he teeters on the brink of what he should do next, his heart feeling leaden and burdensome in his chest. Until recently, he wasn’t even sure he still had one.

“Good night, Otto,” she says softly. Breaking the silence felt a bit like talking too loud in that quiet chapel his mind painted a picture of, disturbing the old souls that mill about, invisible to the naked eye but inexplicably felt all the same.

“Good night, darling.”

And he was gone. She isn’t sure this time if he will ever be back.

#otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #fanfiction #otto octavius #doc ock #nsft

[writingkitten]

what about their favorite body part? (of their s/o or of themselves)

I DID BOTH LETS GOOOOOO

Ricardo: s/o - hips, he can grab them easily, move you around, place a hand there for gentle comfort, hold on to them as he fucks you… the possibilities are endless and he loves how soft and squishy your hips are! Himself - his eyes, because he can convey so much with them, plus he’s very good at catching small details others miss (and he gets to use them to look at you so duh they’re his fav for that reason alone)

Otto: s/o - hands, be they soft or rough, slender or thick, small or big, he loves watching them work (can be as innocent as the way your fingers gently turn the page of a book, or as filthy as seeing them wrap around his cock). Himself - also his hands, mostly because of all the work they do in his projects, and how they allow him to feel your body

Doc Ock: s/o - lips, because despite being evil he still has a sense of romance/sensuality and your lips are just BEGGING to be kissed! Himself - his arms (the real ones), ever since becoming evil and having to doing everything himself, he’s come to appreciate the strength they hold, be it for lifting something in his hideout or using them to pin you down, showing you that he doesn’t need the actuators, he’s strong enough on his own

Robert: s/o - your face!! It’s so pretty/handsome and he loves seeing all of your expressions and how your cheeks are dusted pink when he whispers something naughty in your ear! Himself - his stomach, and there is a backstory for this: my poor bb was very insecure about his body before meeting you, always self-conscious about his size, but then you came into his life and constantly talked about/showed him how much you love his body, especially his stomach. The first time you rested your head on it and fell asleep was the moment he fell in love with both you and his tumtum 🥺

Harold: s/o - hands, similar reasoning to Otto but more of a sweet, innocent, “I want to constantly hold your hand and trace the lines on your palm and kiss your knuckles and-“. Himself - this is really difficult because he doesn’t necessarily have a favorite because he doesn’t really care much for any part of his body (he doesn’t necessarily dislike his body, he just doesn’t see anything special about it) but you have always talked about how wonderful his lips are and how amazing he is at kissing so he’d pick his lips as his favorite body part

Manuel: s/o - eyes, he can see every emotion in them, and their color is just so beautiful… plus the power of holding your gaze thrills him. Himself - another hard one, for the same reason as Harold… probably his hands, because of the blessings they have given to desperate souls who seek salvation, and how he used that purpose as a guide for getting to feel your body for the first time

Chandler: s/o - neck, specifically your pulse, he loves feel your heart race against his lips as he sucks a mark into your skin. Himself - teeth/smile, because he loves biting and knows that his smile can easily make you swoon, getting you to fall for him with a simple look

Harding: s/o - lungs and I know it sounds weird but hear me out: he loves waking up in the morning and hearing your soft breaths as you sleep peacefully in arms. He loves hearing you sigh when you hug him after a long day. He loves your gasp when his cock first enters you. He loves feeling your breath hot against his neck as you bury your face in his neck. The air in your lungs is a life force, and when it leaves you it blesses everything it touches, including him. Himself - hands, again, and also similar reasoning to Otto. His hands have done such amazing work in the OR, and in the bedroom

Armand: s/o - hair, he likes that it can be used for both sweet/sensual moments and for rough/kinky moments. If you don’t have hair on your head, his next favorite is your body hair. Why does he like your hair so much? It’s soft and tickles his fingers, and he’s the only one who gets to play with it, wherever it is on your body, so he feels special. Himself - back. Our detective has strong back muscles and, while he’s not ripped, the toned sculpt of his upper back has always been the part of his body he likes the most. Loves it even more now because you’ve said how much you like his strong back, too.

Oswald: s/o - lips!!!! He loves soft kisses, he loves seeing your tongue lick your lips, he loves seeing them puffy after a passionate make out session, he loves feeling them on his skin, he loves their color, he loves their shape… he could easily spend the day staring at your lips, tracing your lips, kissing your lips, and he’d be as happy as a bear with honey. Himself - tummy!!!! Okay so in the beginning of your relationship, a huge obstacle that got in the way of a lot was Ozzy’s insecurity. This included every inch of his body, but especially his stomach. However, you ADORE his body, and especially his stomach. It’s so warm and soft and squishy! You love using it as a pillow. The first time you did, you fell asleep, your face where Ozzy could clearly see it. He saw how serene and at peace you looked, and from that moment on he loved his stomach because it was a part of him that he knew could provide you immense comfort.

Andres: s/o - collarbone. It’s a very sensitive spot, and kissing along your collarbone sent shivers coursing through your body. He also likes gently trailing his fingertips across it. Also enjoys leaving really dark hickeys there. Himself - hair. He is WELL AWARE that he has a gorgeous mane and it is his pride and joy. Uses nice shampoos and conditioners to maintain it. Loves it even more now that he’s with you because you’ll run your fingers through his hair and he just fucking purrs (like a lion, though, this man ain’t a kitten)

Boris: s/o - eyes!! Your eyes are so beautiful to him. They’re so expressive and sparkly and he loves the way they light up when you’re happy. Himself - smile. He never really got compliments on his body before you, but the first time you both met you complimented his smile, and he can’t help but love it now.

Edelweiss: s/o - toes, he’s obsessed with how tiny and cute they are, and he loves to see them wiggle (and curl 😉). Himself - left foot. It’s his lucky body part, whenever he uses it good things happen. Pick up his coffee cup with his left foot? The coffee tastes perfect. Kicks a ball with it? He scores all the points. Amputates it? It’ll regrow like a lizard’s tail.

Arden: s/o - legs. He loves watching you walk around without pants on so he can see your bare legs. Loves it when you use them to wrap yourself around him. Doesn’t care if you’re shaved or hairy, he just wants full access to them. Himself - neck. It’s just so sensitive and feeling your lips and tongue against his jugular drives him wild. Also loves the thought of you being possessive over him and marking him as yours by leaving a dark beautiful hickey on his neck for everyone to see.

Dunlop: s/o - nose!! It’s so cute and when you crinkle it you look adorable! Like a lil bunny! And he loves to just trace his fingers from in between your eyebrows to the tip of your nose! Big nose? Small nose? Pointy nose? Round nose? Who cares! He loves your nose no matter what it looks like because it’s yours. Himself - eyes. You’re constantly telling him how sweet and soft his eyes are, how he has the kindest gaze that makes you feel warm and safe. And the way his eyes look at you? Oh man… you love them, and you tell him all the time. He can’t help but fall in love with them, too.

Diego: s/o - fingers. He loves watching your fingers work, whether they’re typing on a computer, thrumming against a table, or gently massaging your clit/tip. The feeling of them running through his hair sends shivers down his spine, and he always want to interlock your fingers with his own. Himself - hands, again similar to previous answers. His passion is painting, his hands have to be steady and move precisely to get the effect he wants on his artwork. Also loves that he can touch you.

Maxim: s/o - cheeks! Okay this is adorable, he’s been in love with your cheeks since the first moment he saw you. There’s always the lightest dust of pink on them that only becomes more vibrant when you smile. Then they deepen into a shade of cherry red when blushing, only getting darker as lust begins to fill you. The warmth on his lips as he kisses each one, the way they feel when he cups them… yeah, he just loves your cheeks. Himself - nose. He’s always been told that his nose is quite regal, a handsome Roman style that strengthens his features. He liked hearing that, it made him feel even more confident. However, it wasn’t his favorite body part until the moment you kissed the tip of it. That tiny little gesture of pure innocent affection made him fall in love with his nose (and with you)

Hank: s/o - breasts/chest. Yes, slimy greasy politician man loves some titties to suck on and bite. But that’s not what makes them his favorite. What makes them his favorite is the moment at the end of a long and stressful day where he exhaustedly climbs into bed with you, pulls you as close as possible so you’re skin-to-skin, and he lays his head on your chest. Round or flat, your chest gives him so much comfort. He listens to the sound of your heart beating to drown out the rest of the noise in his head and finally rest. Himself - mouth. He’s a slick talker (duh he’s a politician), and he knows damn well what to say to turn you into a desperate whimpering mess. The fact that he can do that with just his words (and the occasional lick/bite of his lips) pleases him to no end.

Frank: s/o - throat. Kissing, biting, licking, sucking, tickling/caressing, massaging, decorating it (he loves buying you cute necklaces to wear just for him), marking it, fucking it, squeezing it… obsessed. He’s just obsessed. Himself - hands, mostly because he loves what they can do to you (and what they can make you do), but also because he likes to protect you and his hand holding yours feels like he’s telling the world “back off, they’re mine, you hurt them and you’re dead”

Big Boss: s/o - mouth. Yes he loves your mouth because he loves it when you blow him, but he also loves kissing you AND hearing you talk. He especially likes it when he sees you being feisty, the sweet little fuckdoll he adores showing your “take no shit” side. Himself - cock. He’s very proud of his cock, as he should be. It’s big, it’s turned many a partner into a writhing mess, and just the sight of it makes you a needy whore. As mentioned in a previous ask, he has a snake tattoo on it (a tasteful one). The snake’s name is Temptation, because so many have given in to it.

Dick: s/o - tummy!! It’s soft and squishy and warm and makes funny noises and he likes to kiss it and rub it and nip at it. It’s his favorite pillow, his favorite part of you to hold while you cuddle, and he loves to just bury his face in it. Also likes to pat your tummy because it’s cute!!! Himself - also tummy! Honestly, he was very insecure about it until he met you, and really quickly you started treating it the way he treats your stomach. You giggle so much when it jiggles because it looks so cute, and you also u go giggle at the funny sounds it makes. Basically, you both are just two tummy lovers, loving each other’s tummies. Match made in Heaven.

#ricardo morales #otto octavius #doc ock #robert aldrich #manuel aringarosa #molina-verse #harold lindsey-jones #big boss #dick suskind #harding hooten #Hank Spallone #frank burton #maxim horvath #stephen arden #sgt steven dunlop #dr. edelweiss #diego rivera #boris plots #andres galan #molina!penguin #armand gamache #chandler manning #ask #anon

[raggedy-dxctor]

Mutual ambivalence | Otto Octavius

ambivalence - having conflicting or contradictory ideas or feelings about something or someone.

scenario: being enemies with otto, but clearly habouring romantic sentiment towards eachother

pairing(s): doc ock/otto occurs x reader

the guilt and longing that you feel everytime you have the misfortune of running into the infamous otto octavius shouldn't be a thing, but it plagues your mind after every encounter. your memory clinging to every detail the encounter, of him. the slight blush when you catch him off guard, the sly smirk, the slight glint in his eye when you compliment him, the light chuckle when you fall for one of his taunts or the boisterous laugh when he breaks character and actually finds a dig you made funny. the flirtatious parting words that left you breathless.

"y/n! my dear! it's been so long, i was starting to miss you!" he shouted from across the room, a large smile painted on his face as he threw his arms wide, genuine glee painted on his face, the same as everu other meeting. "i highly dount that. THE otto octavius? missing another human being? and yeah, haven't seen you in a while either! you haven't been on the scene so long! i thought you'd cleaned your act up, shame really..." you shrugged, smirking slightly at him. the comeback caused his face to drop, a slight frown painting his features as his actuators placed down the bags of cash he had in them.

he lowered himself down onto his feet amd started slowly walking towards you, the frown still painted on his face. his pace was slow and careful, making sure not to scare you away.

as he neared you, he held his hand up, allowing an actuator to pull off the glove on his left hand. "y/n, how could you think that? my darling, if you disappeared, i would miss you more than the sun itself, i'd tear the world apart to find you" he admitted, in a sincere and soft tone after he reached his hand towards your cheek. at first you backed away, but upon hearing his words froze and allowed him to lovingly cup your cheek with his bare hand. seconds later, you caught yourself leaning into his hand and closing your eyes, savouring his touch for a few moments more, scared he would remove it.

he didn't remove it though, instead starting to lovingly stroke your cheek with his thumb as you opened your eyes. he stared at you with a sad smile as you placed your hand ontop of his, the unspoken realisation that the feelings were mutual flooding you both.

"i should hate you, and a slight part of me does, but, in truth, i am absolutely head over heels for you, my dear" his smile picks up slightly as you both chuckle, embracing for a short second before pulling apart. "we can't do anything about this doc-" "call me otto, dear, and who says we can't? i love you and you love me, that's all we need right? no one else has to know" he slightly begs, taking your free hand in his and placing it on his heart, locking his fingers into the gaps between yours from the back.

he's slightly taken aback when you just remove your hands and embrace him, burrying your head in his shoulders. he can feel your giant grin and nod, which causes him to go giddy, before embracing your back, one hand on the back of your head and the other wrapped around your shoulders.

"this doesn't mean i dont hate you anymore otto, i'm still taking every chance to try stop you"

"i wouldn't have it any other way my dearest"

#otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #alfred molina

[snock-ock]

1994 Doc Ock

Raimi Doc Ock

\<_<\ Maybe1994Venom?

(Ignoreifheisn'tahyperfixation)

OK SO! Sorry for only getting to this now, I forgot about this and found it half finished in my notes app today lol 💀💀 here are some headcanons tho, I don't know too much about venom sadly so I might get back to writing some later but I can't promise!

NOW. Where do I even start.

(I wasn't sure what hcs you would like so I just went with things that came to my mind!)

1994 Otto my beloved.

- Not much of a hc but ohhh I believe he's so easy to fluster. One little compliment and he's beet red and totally forgets what he was talking about! Stuttering and glasses fogging up, this man doesn't know how to handle affection!

- He'd probably ramble a litte about his inventions if you're someone he's okay with having around. He's so into it, he only notices after ten minutes of science talk! Probably crosses his arms and coughs, totally trying not to act like he's embarrassed.

- Probably........such a goofball on the inside. He's all tough and a crazy villain, there's no way he's soft!.........but I think he'd be if you'd get to know him a little better! Give him one little thing you own and don't see as important AND YOU KNOW he'd use it as a lucky charm or something....it would be always on his desk!!!

- Would probably......wear pretty turtlenecks. This might just be a great headcanon to a turtleneck enjoyer like me but. GOD. He'd look amazing, okay?! He probably didn't really wear them before going villain mode but after that? Ohh boy, it's probably the only kind of shirt he DOES wear when he's not in his suit. He'd get such an ego boost if he catches you ogling him...

Raimi Otto. What can I say about him that hasn't been said before.

Well there is one thing I've been saving for another post but it fits well to this one so I shall spill :)

- Raimi Otto. Has such a big coat. Humongous. So big and warm with sooo many pockets! It might be a liiittle out of character but I like the idea of him keeping a bunch of stray kittens in them <3

- He just found them one day while trying to hide from the public- they're wet and cold and look a little too thin for his liking. He might not be the good man he was before but he still has a heart. - He decides to keep them, only temporarily until he's sure he can safely transport them to one of the windows of the shelter. In the meantime they give him the best company he had in weeks. Lots of little friends walking around his desk, exploring. More than once did an actuator have to catch one of them and put them in one of the coat pockets when they tried to jump off the desk.

- He'd be all soft with the kittens, smiling to himself when they're doing something silly or gently patting them when they're napping on some papers. He'd definitely flinch a little if you call out for his name... normally the actuators would immediately alert him if something or someone would approach him but soft moments like that bring him back to a simpler time.

Hope these were nice to read! Headcanon or scenario requests (no nsfw) are open so feel free to shoot me an ask and I'll try my best to write to em!

#doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #spider-man #doc ock headcanons #headcanons #doc ock x reader #raimi doc ock #1994 doc ock

[shivroyslut]

Okay I’m just gonna below the cut my very calm thoughts about no way home

OKAY CAUSE HOLY SHIT CAUSE HE HOLY SHIT LIKE HE HE!!! HE AS IN MATT FUCKING MURDOCK HOLY SHIT AND HE!!!!!! CHARLIE COX HOLY SHIT AND THEN HE CAUGHT THE BRICK AND LIKE IM JUST A GOOD LAWYER LIKE HOLY SHIT DUDE ITS MATT FUCKING MURDOCK

AND THEN DOC OCK OH MY GOD AND ALL OF THEM AND FLINT HELPING PETER FLINT MY BELOVED I LOVE YOU AND PETER ACTUALLY SAYING HE WANTS TO SAVE ALL OF THEM AND LIKE PETER MY BABY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

AND AUNT MAY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT THEN THE BOMB AND SHE WAS FINE AND I HAD HOPE AND THEN SHE SAID THE LINE AND I WAS OH NO PLEASE DONT SAY THE LINE THAT LINE IS FUCKING CURSED BUT SHE SAID IT AND THE SHE THEN SHE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND HAPPY DIDNT EVEN GET TO HE WASNT EVEN THERE AND THEN OH MY GOD IN NEDS HOUSE HOLY SHIT HIS MOTHER SPEAKING TAGALOG HOLY SHIT AND THEN NED HE DOES HAVE MAGIC IN HIS FINGERS AND HE OPENED THE FUCKING PORTALS AND OH MY GOD LIKE OBVIOULSLY THEY WERE GONNA COME OBVIOUSLY BUT LIKE SEEING IT SEEING THE TWO OF THEM BEING THEM LIKE TOM HOLLAND I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUR PETER BUT I GREW UP WITH THESE TWO AND JUST SEEING THEM

AND THEN THE SCENES WITH ALL THREE OF THEM PLEASE WHEN TOBEY AND ANDREW JUST TALK ABOUT THEIR BEN AND MJ AND STACY OH MY GOD MY HEART

AND THEN THEYRE IN THE LAB LIKE THESE MFS ARE GENIUS SO SMART I KISSING ALL THEIR FOREHEADS AND TOBEY SAYING HES HAPPY AND THAT ANDREW WILL GET THERE TOO HE JUST HAS TO GO FOR IT

AND NED TELLING PETER HE WONT GO EVIL AND TRY TO KILL HIM MY HEART MY HEART PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP VENOM AWAY FROM NED PLEASE FAR FAR AWAY

AND THEN AGAIN THE THREE OF THEM JUST TALKING AND THEY ACTUALLY DISCUSS WHERE TOBEY'S WEB COMES FROM AND THE "AMAZING" BIT OH MY GOD AND TOM GOING IM AN AVENGER "THATS SO GREAT WHAT IS THAT IS THAT A BAND YOURE IN A BAND?" PLEASE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND THEYRE SO SOFT WITH TOM THEYRE LIKE THIS BABY WE USED TO BE THIS BABY THIS POOR BABY I LOVE YOU BABY YOURE SO SWEET CHILD YOURE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE I LOVE YOU

YEAH PETER FUCKING DESERVES THAT AFTER ALL THAT MARVEL PUT HIM THROUGH LIKE YOU THOUGHT FAR FROM HOME WAS EMOTIONALLY TOUGH ON HIM OH MY GOD NO WAY HOME JUST OH SO MUCH WORSE LIKE HE LOST MAY AND THEN HAPPY MJ AND NED DONT REMEMBER HIM

HES LITERALLY ALL ALONE HES FUCK OH MY GOD PLEASE I JUST WANT TO WRAP PETER UP IN A BLANKET OH GOD

WHAT DID I MISS OH YES ELECTRO THINKING PETER WAS BLACK LMAO PLS AND THE SCENE IN THE TRAILER WITH LIZARD GETTING PUNCHED YEAH YEAH WE WERE SO RIGHT AND OH MY GOD ANDREW SAVING MJ DESERVED HE DESERVED HE FUCKING SAVED HER I WANNA WRAP HIM IN A BLANKET TOO AND OH FUCK WHEN TOM TRIED TO KILL THE GOBLIN AND TOBEY JUST LOOKED AT HIM LIKE THAT MY HEART MY FUCKING HEART AND THEN GOBLIN FUCKING STABBED HIM HE BETTER NOT DIE

AND END CREDITS LMAO EDDIE AND VENOM JUST ENDING UP IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY COMPLETELY CONFUSED AND GETTING DRUNK AND THEN GOING BACK HOME BUT FFFFFF NEXT VILLAIN VENOM LETS GOOOOOO AGAIN STAY AWAY FROM NED I STG STAY AWAY FROM NED

what else what else what else OH THE DOCTOR STRANGE TRAILER AMERICA !!!!!!! MF AMERICA CHAVEZ BABY YOURE HERE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU AND THIS JUST MEANS YOUNG AVENGERS SOON THEYRE ALL THERE JUST HULKLING LEFT I THINK TLDR tom holland peter parker giving you a warm blanket and hot cocoa and so many forehead kisses and pats on the head baby i love you sweetie you did such a good job i love you

#nwh spoilers #spiderman #spiderman spoilers #spiderman nwh #spiderman no way home #no way home spoilers #spiderman no way home spoilers #spoilers

[angelthebedsheet]

“We’re inside.”

a miles morales x reader!!!

x male! reader

a/n: MY BABY!!! i love hims!!! he makes me so mf HAPPY dude istg! here’s this oneshot bc i cant get enough of him! quite literally have a mega little crush on him

contains boy x boy miles’ awkward ass, whole lotta gang gay shit, use of n-slur, reader’s lwk a smug lil bitch, kissing, cussin and a lil spanish? miles’ parents being mega miles x m/n fans

F L U F F

m/n means male name!

lets get into yall!

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The two boys sat in Miles’ room in a comfortable silence. That is unless you count Sunflower softly playing in the background I guess. Miles had been trying to confess how he felt towards M/N but always bitched backed out last minute. He occasionally glanced from his sketchbook to the boy sitting in his office chair. He felt his hands get sweaty as he watched M/N subconsciously chewed on his straw as he scrolled on his phone.

He admired how his locks were pulled back into a ponytail, showing his jawline. Miles’ felt his coffee coloured cheeks heat up as M/N glanced up at him from his phone. He quickly looked back at his sketchbook, pretending he was looking at it the whole time. M/N snorted. “Yo, you good, pretty boy?” He asked. “What? Psssh, yeah. I’m good. Just vibin’ y’know? Thinkin’ bout what colour I should use next.” Miles said as he waved him off, hoping his pathetic attempt at saving himself even though he felt his heart race from the nickname. He felt a sweat bead form on his forehead as M/N cocked his eyebrow. He smirked. ‘Don’t do that. Why would he do that? Why is he smirking? God, that’s hot. Fuck. I’m a disaster.’ Miles thought as he grabbed a marker. “Thinkin’ while lookin’ at my face? Cap.” M/N said as he sipped on his smoothie. “N-No it’s not! I was just in a daze while thinking okay?! I totally wasn’t staring at you. That’s gay, man.” Miles stuttered, making M/N start laughing. “Dude you‘re literally bi with a preference for dudes 70% of the time, what the fuck?” He chuckled. Miles groaned and threw a marker at him. M/N tilted his head to the side, dodging the marker. Miles huffed and looked back down at his sketchbook.

“You’re a piece of shit.” He grumbled. “But you love this piece of shit, homie.” M/N teased, earning another groan from him before relaxing his face into a soft smile. He reached over to nudge Miles’ leg. “No but like you aight, niño bonito? You know you can always talk to me. I’m here for ya. Even with your spider shit goin’ on.” M/N said. Miles felt the flutter that occurred in his stomach at the spanish substitute. “Yeah... I’m. I’m good. Just Spider-Man jitters, y’know?” Miles mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. M/N stared at him before humming. “No I don’t know. Not everyone wears a cool ass spandex suit and swings around the damn city with webs, saving people ‘nd shit.” He commented before picking up his phone again. Miles huffed out a chuckle. M/N bit his straw with a smile as he scrolled down his phone.

‘I’m gonna do it.’ Miles thought as he collected himself. He wiped his sweaty hands off on his jeans. “Hey, M/N?” He called out. M/N hummed as he looked up at him. “I’ve been wanting to say this but.... I loooo–”He trailed off as he started to think. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he has a crush on another person? I can’t afford to ruin our friendship.’ He thought. “–iiike how the sky looks right now. Isn’t so pretty?” Miles asked, done with himself. M/N deadpanned at him. “We’re inside, my nigga. Fuck you mean you like how the sky looks? The curtain’s deadass closed too.” M/N said as he made an unimpressed expression. “Oh-uhm-I. Ah, j-just forget it.” Miles groaned. M/N rolled his eyes before smiling. “Was that another poor attempt at you trying to confess to me, Morales?” He asked. Miles’ eyes widened. “You-You noticed?!” He exclaimed as he sat up.

M/N nodded with a smile. “And you never said anything?! M/N!” He whined. “Hey, you’re a big boy. I didn’t think Spidey was so scared to confess to lil’ ol’ me.” He teased. Miles glared at him. “But, I like you too, Morales.” He said softly. Miles swang his legs off his bed and shot a web at his chair. He tugged on his web, pulling M/N in the chair to him. “Say it again.” He said.

“I like you, Miles.”

“Again.”

“I like you.”

“One more time for me?”

“Oh my god. Miles Morales, I like you too!” M/N groaned. Miles smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around his neck. “Can I?” He asked as he looked down at M/N’s plump lips. “Fuckin kiss m—mmhfp!” He was cut off by Miles smashing his lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around his waist. “You. Don’t. Know. How. Long. I’ve. Waited. To. Hear. That.” Miles said between pecks. M/N chuckled as Miles continued pressing kisses onto his lips. He stood up, pushing the chair back. He leaned forward, kissing him deeper. Miles smiled into the kiss and pulled him down. They fell back on the bed, never pulling away from their liplock. It felt like the world around them sizzled away only leaving them.

Unfortunately, they didn’t hear the knock on the door and it open. “Miles, M/N, do you boys want some sn— AHA! CAUGHT THEM! MI AMOR, I TOLD YOU! YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS!” Rio exclaimed while holding a bowl of grapes, causing Miles to push M/N off. “M-Mrs. Morales!” M/N stuttered. “Mama no!” Miles exclaimed as he shot up. The two boys’ faces heated up as they looked at Rio. “It happened?! Damnit!” Jefferson exclaimed from down the hall. “You made a bet on us?” M/N questioned with a hot face. “Dios mio...” Miles mumbled under his breath. “Sorry honey, we had to. We were tired of the whining Mil—” Miles cut her off. “OOOKAYYYY MAMA! That’s enough for now, thank you for the fruit! Okay now bye!” Miles exclaimed as he set the bowl on his desk and pushed her out.

“Have fun but not too much fun!” She called out before he slammed the door embarrassed. “Oh my god, I can’t believe they did that. My mom just caught us making out oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god we were just making out, holy shit.” Miles exclaimed. “Fuck that killed the mood didn’t it?” He said as he looked at M/N. “Yeah.” He said, making Miles’ shoulders slump. “But bold of you to assume we can’t fix that. C’mere pretty boy, I’ve been deprived of this for too long. Not even Doc Ock could stop me from kissing the shit outta you.” He said as he made a ‘come hither’ sign. Miles giggled and ran over to him. M/N pulled him down and hovered over him. “That was ho—” M/N kissed him and pulled away. “Nuff talkin’ more kissin’. Got that, Morales?” M/N said. “Got it, bebé!” He exclaimed before energetically pulling him down by his collar to connect their lips once more.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x male! reader #x black reader