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Who will I write for?

As my taste in men is ever changing, I had to expand the list of people I will write for. As of 16/3/23 it is:

Any Willem Dafoe character

Any Alfred Molina character

Jaskier

Geralt

Lambert

Thorin Oakenshield

Fernando Alonso

Current fav:

Toto Wolff

Masterlist

Keeping track of what’s on this blog. I will add more characters as I go along~ if you have questions or requests? send it here! 

Upcoming fics:

Like magic:  ending with both.

Stormy Normans and his weekly inspections: Norman x reader where reader is flatmate with Peter and Harry. Norman has taken a liking to her and finds progressively worse excuses to come around there.

Gravitational pull will get a part 3 to 6 sometime, the idea is just sitting around for now but the planning is already made

Current list below the cut ^^

G = General audiences, T = Teen and up only, M = Mature

Otto octavius x reader:

Gravitational pull: Part 1 (G), Part 2 (T), to be updated (M): Reader is a student working for professor Octavius for his new project. But now her work is finished, she doesn't want to stop seeing him. Neither does he, it would seem.

Bad habits (M):  After a night out with Peter and MJ, you meet a stranger on the streets

Meant to be (G): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Soulmate au where the age of your soulmate is on your wrist until you make eye contact and it is replaced with your soulmates name

Just like magic (M): Part 1, Part 2.

Baldabiou x reader

Soft as silk (G): Baldabiou has to arrange new eggs in a town not so far north, he gets more than what he came for though

Bet (M): Baldabiou and reader share an eventful night after deciding to share a room at the inn. (Can be read as a part 2 to soft as silk or as a pwp)

Hugh x reader

Density (M): you and Hugh perform some tests on the meteor that are not scientifically recognized.

Norman Osborn x reader:

Deadlines (M): You were working late to finish a paper. Your boyfriend Norman comes home late to find you still working, and decides to help you with some motivation

Behave (M): You and your boyfrend Norman go to a corporate party and decide to spice the evening up

Robe (M): taking care of sub!Norman after he had a long day at work

Just like magic: part 1, part 3.

Norman Osborn x Reader x Otto Octavius

Just like magic: part 1, to be updated.

Drabbles masterlist

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Hey 👋 can you also do another Bobby Hicks x female reader from the spicy list #34 and #51? Please and thank you 🙏

So it took me far to long to update again but I AM STILL HERE hahaaaa. Take that academic world!

Florida heat (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 3127

Rating: M

Summary: As an intern for Bobby he has come to appreciate everything you do for him, but when you lay there sunbathing by the pool on a sunny day off he can no longer stop the longing he has felt for you.

Two more days.

You’ve got this.

You try to talk some courage into you whilst getting the cleaning kit out of the cupboard. Some crazy lady dropped some food in the main corridor when she was refused a room. And as an intern, it was now your job to clean it up.

But only two more days.

The internship wasn’t that bad. It got you the college credits you were still missing and you got to spend the summer in Florida, who wouldn’t want that? That, and the fact that your supervisor, mr. Hicks, was very easy on the eye. Bobby usually didn’t take in any students, he was too busy keeping everything on track by himself to train another person. But when he heard how much experience you already had and how far along you were in your study, he decided to take the chance. A pair of extra arms wouldn’t hurt.

But he had not taken into account that you were stunning, clever, eager to learn and most of all… a huge distraction. He knew it was wrong to look at you like that, he was practically your boss. He just couldn’t help his eyes wandering over to you whenever you were standing behind the counter and he was on the computer. Whenever you’d catch him staring he usually comes up with a lame excuse, like ‘I was just making sure you were doing things right’. He knew damned well you were more than capable enough to handle the few people coming in and out every day.

But it never registered that the reason why you always seemed to catch him looking is because you were also constantly looking his way. Whenever he would catch you staring at him your excuse would be something along the lines of ‘I wanted to ask you a question.’, followed by the dumbest possible question you could think of. Bobby never believed that lame excuse, but he never mentioned that either.

Now you were cleaning up the mess that Karen had made. The people here never seemed to have manners. The weather in Florida was always terribly hot, and you could feel a bead of sweat running down your temple to your cheek. The Karen that had made the mess was luckily the only person that had come to the motel today, and the rest of the rooms were empty now. Your internship was due to end just after the high season and the last few days were just cleaning up and getting ready to write a report and go back to school.

Bobby was watching you work from his office. He stood up, pretending he had to fix the wires behind the computer. But really it was just an excuse to watch you mop the floor clean. Your shorts hugging your butt perfectly, your light shirt getting wet from the sweat and moist air… he shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He can’t think of you like that.

You finish cleaning up the floor and stand up. You can feel someone staring at you so you turn around, already knowing it’d be Bobby staring back at you from the doorway.

‘Y/n, working as hard as ever I see.’ He muses.

‘You know it.’ You shoot him a wink when you throw the trash in the bin. ‘Though, today has been quite relaxed. No new check ins, only people leaving. In fact, I’m not sure anyone is staying in the magic castle at the moment.’

‘You’re right, from today there are no bookings. High season is over so I don’t really expect anyone here except junkies looking for a cheep room.’ You chuckle at his words, he cracks a smile in return. You walk over to the counter to get rid of the cleaning utilities. Bobby’s eyes linger on your form for a moment too long, and you notice him staring.

‘So, you have any other tasks for me?’ you ask, your tone playful but also not inappropriate. You walk past him, making sure to brush your bare arm against his. The skin to skin contact sends sparks through your body. When you put the cleaning materials in the lower drawer your eyes move back to him. You can’t help but look at the muscles on his legs, going up into his wide shorts. When you catch yourself staring you blink rapidly to break the contact and move back to the drawer, putting everything back where you took it from.

‘Actually,’ he starts when you stand up, ‘I know tomorrow is your last day. It is also terribly hot outside and there are no guests to help at the moment. I suggest you take the rest of the day off, cool down at the pool, do whatever. If I need you tomorrow I know where to find you, but for now I think you’ve done enough. Thanks for your help.’ His tone was sincere, you had done a great deal of work around the motel in the last few weeks. And you were definitely not going to object to an afternoon off.

So you thanked Bobby an took his offer. The rest of the day went by in a haze. You wasted no time in putting on your swimming clothes and getting situated by the pool. The cool water was very welcome on a day like this. You alternated between cooling off in the water and laying on one of the poolside beds tanning and occasionally dozing off for a bit. Bobby watched you from a distance, seeing you enjoy your free time and catch up on some much needed rest reassured him he had made the right decision in giving you a day off.

 It was only when the sun started setting Bobby actually made his way towards you. You were soaking up the last rays of sunshine of the day, eyes closed and laying on your back on one of the poolside beds. It wasn’t until you head Bobby clear his throat behind you that you were alerted to his presence. Lazily you open one eye to look in his general direction. He was standing next to your seat, sitting down on the plastic bed next to you when you acknowledged his presence.

‘So, how did you enjoy your day off?’ Bobby spoke up, starting the conversation.

Your eyes gazed at the sky, the sun was already starting to set.

‘It was nice to enjoy the place a bit before having to leave’ you answer with a smile

‘So… working here wasn’t enjoyable?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘No! I mean, yes it was. I just meant that it was nice to enjoy some time off whilst here, too.’ You quickly defended. Bobby chuckled from next to you as a blush crept onto your cheeks.

‘I was just kidding, darling.’ He said. Your head snapped to look at him at this unexpected term of endearment. Of course, it was a term often used by many people for many reasons. But in your mind you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he meant something more… The blush spreading on your cheeks becomes more of a crimson shade. Would he notice? Oh God… what if he did?

‘I… I think I’m going for a swim.’ You promptly announce.

‘You do look awfully hot.’ He says with a smirk.

You look back at him, having already crossed half the distance to the pool, in complete shock. Why would he say something like that? What is going on? You felt like you had a sunburn. Bobby clears his throat at your awkward expression.

‘From the sun… I mean.’ He adds unconvincingly with half a smile. Words caught in your throat. You wanted to ask him what he meant but at the same time you were convinced your mind was making things up now. Maybe you were still asleep on the lounge bed next to the pool and this was just a dream? You quickly turned your head back to the pool and without a second thought jumped in. the water was colder than it had been earlier that day, but it wasn’t as cold as it would be in the mornings. But one thing was clear now, this definitely was no dream. The need for air became clear after a few seconds, the cool of the water knocked half of the air out of your lungs upon entering the pool.

With your head towards the sky you resurfaces, making your hair slick against the back of your head and water drip down your back. Bobby’s eyes were still focussed on you, his stare burning in the back of your head.

Bobby couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way you gracefully waded through the water to cool down, the way the last sunlight illuminated your facial features is the most beautiful way… he had grown very fond of you over the time you had worked for him. Too fond maybe… but still his eyes could not look away. You had worked so hard the last weeks, and he had nothing but praise for you. That would definitely reflect in the assessment he had to fill out for you. But he felt a pull towards you. And with the way you looked right now, carelessly wading through the water… Bobby couldn’t stop himself as he took of his shirt and trousers to join you in the water. He wanted to see you like this from up close, knowing it may be one of the last days he had with you here.

Your mind had started to wander in the water. Soon you were to go back to your college, back to your ‘old’ life. Old routines… And by God you didn’t want to. You had enjoyed the work there so much that you’d rather stay here to work. But you also knew you had to get your degree first.

But your train of thought was interrupted as you heard the water splash behind you. You turned around just in time to see Bobby resurface and wipe the water from his eyes and his now wet hair from his forehead. You stifled a laugh at his expression. He looked like a drowning dog.

‘Oh that is COLD’ he exclaimed.

The laugh you held back escaped your throat anyways. Bobby smiled back at you even though he was looking miserable in the cooling water. But then again, it was his choice to jump in. He casually walked over to where you were wading through the pool, his arms crossed over his chest to find any form of warmth.

This, however, left his face exposed.

You waited until he was close enough to you. He was about to open his mouth to make small talk or something, when you caught him off guard by splashing water in his direction, hitting him square in the face.

‘Oh you little-‘ Is all Bobby got out before you did it again. It was good to let some steam off at the end of the day. He took a moment to regain his composure, but when he did it was your time to flee. He kept chasing you around the pool whilst you tried to either swim away or keep him at distance with water. The sun went down quickly and before you knew it the automatic lights of the pool went on due to lack of light. That one second distraction was enough for Bobby to finally catch up with you.

You feel two strong calloused hand grab you by the waist, and you laugh out.

‘Gotcha!’ he says playfully.

You turn around in his grip to face him, your smile meeting his.

Bobby’s eyes drop to your lips, unable to stop himself. You catch the movement and the smile on your lips falters, anticipation pooling in your chest. What was happening? You never expected your boss to feel that way. You had dreamt of it during your internship, sure. But this was different from another daydream you would have whilst lying in your bed.

You hadn’t even noticed the gap between the two of you closing, his lips almost brushing yours but not yet touching.

‘I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.’ You hear Bobby breathe the words out softly.

‘I don’t think I want you to.’ You breathe back.

And that is all the confirmation he needs before crashing his lips to yours.

Time stands still as your hands land on his toned chest, your lips moving together as if they were meant to be. Bobby seemed to have forgotten all about the chill of the water the moment you press your body up into him. The feeling of your thinly covered body pressing against his warming him up from the inside, and some more than that.

But the cool water did affect both of your lung capacities, and the need for air became apparent more quickly than either of you had wanted. After breaking the kiss Bobby wasted no time in trailing his hands up your sides towards your chest, carefully cupping one breast in his hand and tweaking a hard nipple between his thumb and finger. Your breath catches in your throat. The adrenaline spiking in your body from the possibility of getting caught and the thrill of finally having your feelings for your almost ex-supervisor out in the open.

‘Wait…’ you moan out but make no move to remove his hand from your chest, actually pushing yourself into him even more craving his touch. The voice of reason in the back of your head telling you this was risky, unprofessional and the chance of getting caught was high out here becoming softer and softer. ‘Right here?’ you ask Bobby looking up at him with puppy eyes.

‘We could, of course, go up to one of the rooms, but the motel is empty. No one will be around here anytime soon’. He smirks down at you. ‘Or is that just what you wanted? Doing this here? You’ve thought about this before haven’t you.’ He stated with a smirk. He could read you like a freaking book. You start to blush and the words to deny his statement get caught in your throat. Of course you have thought about this happening, but never in your wildest dreams did you dare to imagine it coming true.

Your silence is confirmation enough for Bobby to know he’s right. He leans down again to capture your lips with his and you return the kiss enthusiastically. You feel his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, grabbing the soft flesh there. You get the hint and jump up wrapping your thighs around him. Bobby walks both of you over to the side of the pool, your back now pressed against the impossibly cold stone wall. At the cold hitting your back you let out a moan, the burning fire in your body clashing with the contrast of temperature.

Bobby pushed you against the side of the pool tightly, harshly rutting his hard cock into your pussy. Your head falls back in a moan when you finally felt some friction where you needed him most.

‘Look at you, so desperate for me.’ He says. You move your head back forwards, kissing him deeply, all teeth and tongue. His hand moves down to more the bottom of your swimming attire to the side, his fingers brushing along your folds along the way. You break the contact between your lips so suck in a sharp breath.

‘I’ve never done this before.’ You whisper against his lips as he starts playing with your clit, exposed to the cool water now. He looks at you questioningly. ‘In a pool, I mean.’ You clarify.

‘Well, There is a first time for everything right?’ he says moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance, feeling how wet you were already for him. His fingers slid into you with ease. You were so wet he could add a third finger without much resistance. ‘So ready for me… do you want my cock?’

‘Yes’ is all you can moan out when he adds friction to your clit by pressing his palm into you.

‘You have to use your words, darling. What do you want?’ he asks again. Your eyes bore into his, both of your pupils dilated with lust.

‘I want you to fuck me, right here right now.’ Your say grinding your pussy up into him. You push just hard enough to brush against his cock and he lets out a surprised gasp at the unexpected friction.

‘You think you can take me?’ he asks, pulling down his trousers and pulling out his cock. He was now retracing the movements he did earlier with his fingers with his cock, sliding the blunt tip over your clit for a while and the moving it to your aching cunt.

‘Pleaaseee’ is all you get out.

‘Ever so eager’ Bobby laughs and moves to push himself inside you. The water of the pool splashes around you as he sets a relentless pace. He also had to hold back for a while, his thoughts about you during your internship were not all that innocent either. Now that he is finally buried inside you his mind completely fogs over, just taking whatever he needs from you in the pool.

You see his brows furrow in concentration as he pounds into you roughly, taking whatever he needs from you, and it is the hottest thing you had ever seen. You feel the heat in your belly start to spread to all parts of your body and you knew you were getting close. Bobby could feel it too, the way your cunt tightens around his cock, dragging along his shaft in the most perfect way.

‘Cum for me, baby.’ He whispers in your ear, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips. The sound of his laboured breath in your ear in combination with his words was enough to push you over the edge. The fire now burning in your entire being, eyes closing as the feeling of your orgasm washed over you. The way it made you clench down on his cock was enough to send Bobby over his tipping point too, finishing with a few stuttering thrusts.

As you both came down from your high the cold of the water and evening air really hit. Bobby felt it when you started shuddering, still in his embrace.

‘Maybe…’ you started in a whisper, ‘we could go inside, it is still early.’

Bobby quickly redid his and your swimming attires and wasted no time carrying you out of the pool and back to his room.

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doc ock x fic prompt: “Wanna bet?”

No way I'm skipping Alfred Molina's bday ahahahah let's goooo

Work to be done (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 2395

Rating: M

Summary: During your internship at Oscorp your relationship with your boss started to blossom into something else, and the day before the demonstration things get heated in the lab

Your relationship with Otto had gone too far.

You started out as his lab assistant, nothing special. It was a good job after finishing your degree. But in the time you helped him with his newest creation, as did a few others, your relationship had quickly blossomed into something more that just professional.

It started out with a few sneaky looks here and there, but none of you had made a move then. After that you both started working late, just the two of you, and it was then that the sneaky touches here and there started. Whenever you handed him something his fingers would brush over your softly. In retaliation you would lean over him when you helped him with something, bending down far enough to make your shoulder touch his arm. During business hours many sneaky looks were exchanged, the both of you never missing the other giving a longing look in either direction.

The night before the demonstration was different.

There was a lot at stake, and the both of you were working late once again. It was well past midnight when you felt sleep take over your thoughts.

‘Otto, I think we should call it a day.’ You yawn, stretching your arms over your head.

‘You may leave,’ he says, never looking up from his current soldering project ‘I have a few more things to finish.’

You stand up and walk over the stand behind him, peaking over his shoulder to look at what he was doing. You felt him tense up when he felt your presence behind him. The work he was doing now was practically done, so you waited for him to finish it. When he was done he set it to the side and was about to pick up a next piece of metal, but your hand on his stopped his motion immediately.

‘Otto, you need to rest. Plus, the presentation is in the afternoon, you have some time tomorrow.’ You try to persuade him. The both of you had never discussed your situation, but you came to care for him deeply in the past few week you’d worked together. It wasn’t just the physical attraction you felt for him, it was something deeper.

‘Y/n, you know I can’t rest until this is done.’ He says with a sigh, leaning into your touch anyways.

‘But it is getting late, and if you keep working now you might make some unnecessary mistakes you’ll have to fix in the morning. What good will that do you?’ you tried, your hands went to his shoulders to give them some rub, squeezing out the tight not that has formed in his muscles.

‘But if I finish it now, I might sleep in a little.’ He says, a soft moan leaves his lips when you rub just the right spot on his shoulders. You smile back at him.

‘As if you are capable of sleeping in, mister.’ You say. He laughs at you response.

‘You got me there…’ he says and turns off the soldering machine. ‘You may be right, it is really late already.’ You take a step back so he can roll his chair away from his desk and stand up. He takes off the goggles and turns towards you. You were just undoing the buttons of your lab coat, getting ready to hang it on the coat rack for the next day. Because of your situation with the doctor before you, you had decided to wear some more provocative clothing underneath. The sundress you wore touched the ground, so when you had your lab coat on it looked like a decent piece of clothing. When the coat came of, however, the low v cut on the neck showed off your curves in the best possible ways whilst the corset like structure gave your waist some extra accentuation.

You had worn it in case you would get lunch or dinner together whilst working, but your breaks never matched up. He was always too busy to go out to get some food and when you returned he had already gotten a quick bite from the cafeteria.

Now it was 3 am, and you had completely forgotten about your plan.

That is, until you caught Otto staring at you. A look in his eyes you had never seen before.

Suddenly you become aware of your situation. Your outfit, how close Otto is standing, the look in his eyes. At first you stand there, looking back, frozen to the ground. Then the proximity and intenseness of the situation hits you, and you make a feeble attempt at either turning around to walk away or pulling the coat back on to cover yourself.

Maybe a failed combination of both?

But before you get to do either his hands are on your upper arms, holding you at arms length.

‘You look… breath-taking.’ Otto’s words make you blush even harder and you turn to look at the wall instead, taking a moment to gather your thoughts.

‘Are the bags under my eyes really that bad?’ you joke. This Otto’s fingers move your chin to face him again.

‘I’m not joking, Y/n. But we can’t keep doing this… it’s inappropriate.’ You sigh, leaning into his touch. His tone does not convey the message he was trying to give you with his words. You knew he didn’t want it to be like this.

‘But the project is almost over, Doctor Octavius’ you try. You know it drives him mad when you call him that.

Otto was normally a very decent man. He would always put his work first and never engage in anything that might bring him into trouble.

But there was no way he could say no now.

The temptation in your voice was enough for him to finally snap. All the weeks of tension leading to this moment. He stands from his seat to loom over you, his tall posture making you feel so incredibly small.

‘What would I tell the investors if the project is not finished in time?’ his voice seems lower than usual.

‘It will be finished, I am sure of it.’ You look into his eyes biting your lower lip.

‘Wanna bet?’ Otto grins at you and gives you no time to answer. He pulls you closer by your arms and then puts them around your waist. Then his lips crash onto yours. It was something he wanted to do since he got to know you better. How he had managed to hold it in these past few days with you and him alone in the lab after hours is a miracle.

You return the kiss with the same passion, trying to convey to him how you felt about him. your hands move up to his lab coat, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands on your waist try to do the same.

When you break apart you are both panting, out of breath from the kiss. Your hands keep grabbing at his coat, desperate for more. Otto takes the hint and takes off his lab coat, revealing more of the red turtleneck he wore. He was always dressed in a professional way, but also quite fashionable. He throws the coat on his chair and moves his hands back to your waist, pulling you closer once again. Your hands move to rest on his chest, feeling his soft flesh underneath.

You gasp in surprise when he picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your eyes are now levelled with his, the dark look on his face revealing how much he wanted this too. Otto carries you over to his workspace, unceremoniously shoving his work to the side and setting you down on the table. His lips land on yours again, desperate and needy.

Your hands move down to slide under his shirt, needing more skin to skin contact. His hands drop from your waist to the hem of your dress, hiking it up slightly while tracing small patters on your thighs. Your legs are still slightly parted, Otto was standing between them to get as close to you as possible. You can feel his growing erection through his trousers against your clothed cunt. Ever so slightly you move to rut your hips against his, earning you a moan. With his lips parted you slide your tongue in his mouth, the smoky taste of cigars still lingers on him. His hips move back against yours, creating some friction where you need him most.

You tug at his red shirt, needing more. He takes the hint and steps back for a moment to remove the garment, instantly reconnecting your lips after. One of his hands move behind your back to the zipper on your dress, pulling it down so the top falls open and down to your waist. Your nipples harden the instant the cool air of the lab room hits your chest. Otto starts trailing his kisses down your jaw to your neck until he eventually reaches your breasts. One of his hands moves up to flick a nipple whilst his mouth latches to the other one, his tongue flicking over it making you wetter by the second.

Your head moves down to look at him, the sight of your boss doing this to you drives you mad. One of your hands moves to the table for support whilst the other moves to stroke Otto’s clothed erection.

‘Bet you’ve thought of this before, haven’t you?’ he says with a smile. His unoccupied hand moves to hike up your dress even further, giving his fingers easy access to your pussy.

‘Oh… fuck yes.’ You answer with a smile. Your legs part even further to give him better access. His fingers move your panties to the side, anticipation building in your belly and adding to the pleasure you felt from his attention to your nipples. Two thick fingers slide trough your folds in a teasing way, moving from your dripping entrance to your clit and back, never applying enough pressure to relieve you of some of the tension. You groan in frustration, both of your hands moving to the fly of his pants and undoing it. You push down his trousers and boxers in one movement so his fully erect cock can spring free of its confinement.

Then Otto moves his fingers away from your cunt. You give him a confused look, but he just stands up straight to look you in the eye whilst moving his fingers to his mouth. He never breaks eye contact while he licks his fingers clean of your juices.

‘You know, I’ve wondered what you’d taste like for a while now, and I must say, it’s even sweeter than I’d imagined.’ He says in a low voice.

‘Well aren’t you just a charmer.’ You say, and without warning your grab his cock and start pumping him slowly. ‘If you’ve thought about it for so long, why don’t you just fuck me?’ you bat your eyes innocently. Otto can only let out a growl at your actions, reconnection your lips so roughly it knocks all the air out of your lungs. You let go of his cock to steady yourself against the table.

Otto continues mimicking your movements on his cock with his own hand a few times, then he moves forwards to slide his cock though your folds in a teasing manner.

‘Such a good intern, why don’t you ask nicely?’ he tells you. His cock brushes over your clit every time, the combination of your juices and his precum making the movement slick. The pleasure of the pressure from his cock on your clit leaving you breathless.

‘Please…’ Is all you get out before his cock hits your clit in just the right way again and you feel pleasure building.

‘’Please’ what, darling?’ he asks innocently.

You moan at the nickname, if anyone was still in the building, they would have definitely heard you.

‘Please… fuck me.’ You manage speak out between moans, his teasing was becoming unbearable. But Otto was also desperate for more now, his cock twitching painfully in his hand. Then in one smooth movement he slips inside of you, your nails scratch down his chest in pleasure. Your moan is swallowed by his lips on yours once again, your tongues moving together. When he feels you relax around him Otto starts thrusting, His movements start slow, his cock hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. Your hips start to meet his with every thrust, and he takes the hint to speed up.

Your head falls back in a moan when his hand moves to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pleasure steadily building in your belly. Above you the dim light of the room stares back at you, reminding you just how inappropriate the situation is. Your boss, fucking you on a lab table… But it only adds to the excitement. You can feel Otto start to twitch inside you, the movement of his fingers becoming erratic.

‘Please… Doctor Octavius… I’m close…’ Otto lets out a groan and bites down in your neck, his movements speeding up even further and his thrusts becoming very deep and steady in the moment. The new rhythm he sets sends you right over the edge, his name falling of your lips in a broken moan. Your legs start to shake around Ottos waist, and the sight of you coming undone makes him lose it too. He cums inside you, riding out both of your orgasms for as long as possible. Then his body slumps against yours, his hands moving to the table to catch himself.

After a while Otto finally stands up, you stretch your legs out with a satisfied sigh. The both of you quickly fix your clothes, trying to appear as presentable as possible even though there is no one around. Then Otto moves to the coat hanger to grab your normal coat. You shoot him a confused look. His eyes find yours again and he pulls his car keys out of his trouser pockets.

‘You didn’t think I’d let you go home alone at this hour? Why don’t you come home with me, I live nearby anyways.’ He says with a wink. You hop off the table and take your coat from him.

‘It would be my pleasure.’

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Hey 👋 another Bobby x female reader from the spicy list #136 and #137 please and thank you 🙏

(A/n: sorry it took so long, BUT I made it extra long and spicy to make up for it ahahaha, hope this lives up to the expectations)

Only fans (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 2570

Rating: M

Summary: When your landlord Bobby find out he is subscribed to your only fans, he pays you a visit. (Only fans!Reader and slut shaming ahead)

It started as a normal night for you, just cooking up dinner in your shitty apartment. You had paid your rent early this month because you had made a great sum of money in the past few weeks. At first it was hard scraping together money to pay the bills.

That is until you discovered only fans.

It wasn’t something you were particularly proud of or anything, but damnit it sure got you a lot of money. You didn’t really have a steady job, just some cleaning jobs here and there, barely enough to keep the lights on. You always made sure never to post your face so no one would find out it was you behind the pictures.

You were in your comfy outfit, just panties and an oversized shirt. Since moving to Florida you hadn’t made any friends and the contact with your parents was not great either. That is why you were quite surprised when you heard a loud knock on your door.

‘Who is it?’ you yelled, thinking it was probably another drunk tenant who accidentally banged on the wrong door once again and you didn’t want to risk leaving your dinner alone.

‘It’s me, doll.’ A familiar voice answers from behind the door. What the hell could Bobby possibly need from you at this hour? You had paid your bills and made sure not the be a nuisance last month, but his voice drew you in anyways. You turn of the stove and go to answer the door.

Bobby, who usually had his working attire on, was now in his jeans and a scrunched up button up shirt, the top few buttons still open revealing a small patch of chest hair. The interactions you had previously had with him were brief, but not at all unpleasant. Usually, it was some flirting back and forth in the hallways but never more.

‘What do you want?’ you ask shortly, the look on his face made you uneasy. He looked mad, and you could not think of one reason why he would be angry with you.

‘Just a question, and I need you to answer honestly. What do you do for a living?’

Shit.

His question caught you off guard. You were not ready to tell anyone what you did online for money. If possible, you would never tell anyone about it.

‘That’s none of your business, handsome.’ You say eying him up and down, his feral state was something you’d never seen before but damnit, it was attractive as hell.

‘You suddenly come to me early in the month, hand me a full months worth of rent in cash, and expect me to not ask any questions?’ he raises one eyebrow. You shift from one foot to the other, he had a point there.

‘Why, is it a bad thing I paid you a bit early?’ you try and divert the question back to him.

‘This may not be a reputable neighbourhood, sweetheart, but there are some boundaries I have to set.’ He takes out his phone from his pocket. You lean against the doorframe, thinking ‘what is he going to come up with now?’.

But nothing in your brain could have prepared you for the picture he showed you.

It was one of your own pictures from your only fans. But there is no way he could know it is you, right?

‘Bobby, if you came up here just to tell me you subscribed to someone’s only fans I swear to…’ but he is quick to cut you off.

‘Doesn’t that lamp right there on the picture look familiar to you?’ he continuous. You mentally slap yourself in the face. You had never paid any mind to the backgrounds. But there, clear as day, was your bedside lamp. Why did you have to get that dinosaur shaped lamp…

‘So, you came here to tell me you subscribed to MY only fans?’ you smirk, thinking you got him cornered now.

‘What you do in your spare time is your choice, darling. It is however required that I know what your profession is and how you pay the bills. Besides that, I can’t have my appartements getting a bad reputation because of you.’ His voice is stern but laced with something darker. His words annoy you to no end, why does he even think he gets to have a say in what you do?

‘First off all, I’m flattered by your donations to my rent.’ He rolls his eyes at your comment and is ready to retaliate, but you’re not done yet. ‘Secondly, you are not required to know shit about my side jobs in my spare time. My profession is cleaning lady, this is just a good paying hobby. Third, your appartement have a reputation already and your know it!’ you say pointing at him. ‘And last, why would you care so much?’ you cock your head to the side.

Bobby’s nostrils are flaring. You had pushed just the right buttons to make him angry, but he had nothing to retaliate with. He knows he was wrong to call you out on this, and that it was a bad idea to go to your place. he finds no words to answer the question you left him with. His eyes drop down to your chest, your hard nipples poking the fabric. He lets out a grown of frustration and does the only thing he could think of.

His lips are on yours in seconds, the force knocking you back inside you appartement. One of Bobby’s hands grabs your arm to keep you steady whilst the other closes the door behind him. at first you were surprised by his boldness, but quickly you recovered yourself. You returned the kiss, biting down his bottom lip when you start to feel out of breath. You part from him batting your eyes innocently.

‘I think you’re just jealous, aren’t you?’ you say trying to provoke him even further.

‘What makes you say that, Y/n?’ he says in an annoyed voice, his pupils dilated in the dim light of your living room.

‘I think you had your eye on me for some time now, and the thought of other people BESIDES you paying to see my body is something you can’t stand.’ You smirk.

‘You wanna play it like that? I can play like that.’ Is all he says before he picks you up by the waist to carry you to your bedroom. And fuck, he is incredibly strong, you can feel the muscles in his arms as he walks the both of you to your room. Because he is a manager by profession, you had expected him to be more dominant. There were many nights when you were alone masturbating to the thought of him dominating you. But never had you thought that a stupid piece of furniture would be the cause for his display of dominance. That, combines with his strength, made heat pool low in your stomach.

He practically threw you down on your bed.

‘what was the picture you made the most money from?’ He asks, taking out his phone.

‘Oh, do you have a subscription?’ you ask as casually as possible

‘Answer the question, doll.’

You take his phone and scroll through the pictures, each one obscener than the last. Your face becomes even redder scrolling through them. You pause for a moment before clicking on the picture which gave you enough to pay the next two months of rent. You hand him his phone back. Bobby stares at the picture, the looks at you, then back to the picture.

‘Now pose for me.’ He demands.

His request takes you by surprise.

‘What?’

‘You heard me. Pose for me. You seem to know how to judging by this picture.’ He shows it to you again, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

‘you have the picture right there, is that not enough?’ you tease, pushing his patience to the limit.

'It's always better to see the art in person, that's what exhibitions are for.' It is a clever remark from Bobby, but you weren’t one to submit easily.

'In an exhibition you don't get to touch the artwork.'

'This isn't a proper exhibition either is it.'

You pose as in the picture, sitting up against the pillows at your headboard. You get comfy first and then your fingers slide down your body to grab the hem of your sweater, pulling it up slowly to reveal your breasts. You keep your eyes locked with his when you open your legs like in the picture, you can feel the cold night air hitting the now wet spot on your panties. His eyes dart down to your chest, taking in the sight before him. then his eyes travel further down your body to your parted legs, feet on the bed and knees bent.

‘You’re so beautiful all spread out like this… just for me.’

His confidence makes you shy now, and the position you’re in makes you feel vulnerable. He is eying you like you’re his prey. Your hands move your sweater up to cover you blush.

‘don’t cover your face, I want to see you.’

Then he starts to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. The thought of him masturbating to your pictures before even knowing it was you turned you on even more. He quickly throws his shirt to the ground, his pants following suit leaving him in just his boxers when he crawls onto the bed to position himself between your legs.

‘Take it off now.’ He demands pointing at your shirt. You obey instantly, throwing it to the side of the bed. Then his arms grab your ankles and pull you down so your head is resting on the pillows. Then he leans forwards to reconnect your lips. He moves one hand to your chest, tugging harshly at one of your nipples.

‘Bet you like this, don’t you? You’re just a slut waiting to be fucked by someone who can dominate you, aren’t you?’ his clothed pelvis rubs against yours, and you can feel his raging boner pushing apart your folds even through two layers of fabric.

‘Yes.’ You choke out pathetically as Bobby moves his head down to bite the other nipple. His action makes you moan out his name, which makes him groan and his cock twitch in return.

Then suddenly all the friction is gone when he sits back up on his knees, ripping off your panties in one swift movement.

‘Touch yourself, show me how you like it.’ Bobby’s voice is stern yet soft. One of your hands drift down to your nipple and the other to your core. Your fingers stroke through your folds a few times before finding your clit. You could feel how wet you were, your juices covering most of your fingers and quite probably dripping down on the bed. Bobby inhales sharply at the sight, quickly discarding his boxers and taking his cock in his hands to stroke it slowly, giving it a bit of relief.

'Al those people looking at your pictures, pretending you were there while they jerk off alone in their rooms. And here you are, spread out in front of me and touching yourself like the slut you are' your fingers are rubbing rough and quick circles on your clit, and you can feel pressure building up in your belly. His words could have been enough to sent you into an early release, but Bobby saw the way your body reacted, your pussy clenching around nothing, and quickly slapped your hand away. Then with one hand he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head on the bed.

You move your him up, trying to grind down onto his leg if possible, but he stayed well out of reach for that.

‘No no, you haven’t made it easy for me Y/n, now you gotta beg for it.’ He looks into your eyes, a playful look visible.

Your brain is fogged with lust by now, and it is hard to find the words.

‘please..’ is all you get out, looking pathetic under his display of strength.

Bobby takes his cock in his other hand and moves it from your entrance you your clit, the contact makes you moan out.

‘Please what?’ he teases. Your eyes open to meet his. One last push and you have him exactly where you want him.

‘Please fuck me, Bobby.’

And indeed, those words make him snap. He lets out a groan that classifies as feral when he suddenly pushes his cock inside you. The stretch stings a bit at first because of his enormous length but it turns into pleasure just as quick. You were already so incredibly wet that Bobby has no issue sliding into you to the hilt immediately, not even waiting for you to adjust before he starts the roughly fuck you into the mattress. Your hands move up to scratch his back, making sure to leave marks so big that he’ll have to wear a shirt all day tomorrow. One of his hands was now on your side for stability whilst the other grips your hips so he can thrust into you harder. The headboard slams against the wall, and you pray your neighbour is out for dinner now.

Both of you are panting, the pace Bobby had set was ruthless. His cock hitting all the right spots inside you every thrust. His lips latch onto your neck when you arch your back, pleasure steadily building in your core now. Bobby licks and sucks on your neck searching for that one sensitive spot. Then when you let out a particularly load moan he knows he has found it and continues to suck a big hickey into your neck as retaliation for to marks you scratched into his back.

You feel yourself coming closer to your release.

‘Ah, fuck, Bobby, I’m close…’ you manage to moan out. He smirks in response.

‘You like it like this, don’t you?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. ‘You like it when someone fucks you roughly, like you deserve.’ Then he moves down to your neck again to once again bite the now sore and sensitive spot on your neck.

‘Cum for me, Y/n.’ he whispers in your ear. His words push you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his cock when he keeps fucking you trough your orgasm. The moans you let out when he doesn’t stop his pace push him to quicken his pace even further. You see your vision becoming blurry, pleasure overcoming your whole being. The look of utter euphoria on your face and the fluttering of your cunt around his cock pushes Bobby over the edge too, he quickly pulls out of you and shoots his seed all over your stomach and tits.

Then Bobby moves to lay next you whilst you both catch your breaths for a moment. Then he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a few cleaning tissues to help you get cleaned up.

‘So, does that mean I get rent reduction now?’ you ask him with a playful smile.

‘Sure, when you pay me back my subscription for the past months.’ He smiles back before placing another, this time softer, kiss on your lips.

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doc ock x fic prompt : “I fucking hate you” (maybe enemies to lovers?)

Oh yesss, Otto. This got out of hand once again but when does it not ahahahah oops. Anyways here we go:

Distractions (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 2167

Rating: M

Summary: you distract Otto during one of his heists, you got more than you asked for.

You had been at it for hours now, fighting the same man you’d fought ten times in the last week. First at the bank, which he managed to rob. Then at some clock tower. And now in your best friends appartement. You were just hanging out with Harry when he showed up again. You knew about Otto Octavius’ work before the accident, now everyone knew. You hadn’t expected him to show up at Harry’s place at this hour though.

When Doc Ock arrived at Harry’s place, you hid, not wanting to cause a scene after all the fights you’d had before. But when he pushed Harry aside to grab the tritium and turned around to leave, he must have caught a glimpse of you. You could see him smirk before the actuators made a move. Shooting out into your hiding place to grab you.

Luckily you always had your suit with you, and right when Ock had entered the building you had put it on, just in case.

Your intuition was right.

You duck before the actuators have the chance to close around you. Harry protests at Otto, but he was no watch for either of you, so you ignore him.

‘Can’t just let your little project go, can you now?’ you ask him, jumping on top of a beam overhead.

‘Don’t pretend like you aren’t happy to see me, darling.’ He grins, you return the smirk.

All your meetings had gone like this. And who could blame you when the villain was looking like that. The tension between you two was clear in the air.

‘Bet you just wanted to me again, that’s why you didn’t do all your raids in one go, is that right?’ you retort. He grins and makes a lash at you, you pushed just the right buttons. You want to take him away from the Osborn mansion, not willing to risk Harrys life if one of your flirts hit a wrong button.

You shoot a web and jump outside. The cool air brushing through your suit. The lights from the streets and nightlife below illuminating your figures as you swing away through the city, Otto not far behind you. You can hear the crashing of bricks every time he jumps from building to building. You take a glance back, looking at your pursuer who seems to be slowing down and getting further and further away from you as you swing on.

You drop down onto a rooftop, waiting for him to catch up. Honestly, you wanted him to catch you. Or at least, wanted him not to lose you. As strange as it may be, you loved the interactions you had.

At last Doc Ock dropped down onto the rooftop too, completely out of breath. His breath heaving and his hands on his knees. You could have easily swung away, get to safe grounds, but you were too drawn to him to leave.

‘Hey old man, what’s this?’ you say moving closer, but just out of reach for the actuators.

‘Hey I’ve been working all week with minimum sleep, besides it is goddamned warm with al the metal welding going on in there.’ He says, looking up at you over his glasses.

‘Oh, so that is why the city is getting so warm. Or is it just your presence.’ You say with a wink, pretending to wipe some sweat of your brow.

The tight spandex suit you wore was practical but left little to the imagination. The material clinging tightly to your corves showing off the merchandize. When you see the Doc take a minute to catch his breath, not able to make a retort yet, you take it as an opportunity to distract him. You open the zipper on the front of your suit a bit, just enough so your breasts are barely showing. You fan your self pretending it was warm, but you both knew it was nearly freezing outside.

‘You’re doing that on purpose.’

‘Doing what on purpose?’

‘That…’ he fumbles for words, one hand leaving his knee to gesture in your general direction. No sentence forms and he puts his hand back on his knees, genuinely exhausted. ‘It’s almost freezing out here.’ He says

‘Maybe all the hotness is coming from you then.’ He says with a wink. He stands up with a sigh.

‘I fucking hate you.’ He spats.

‘Do you? The way your eyes are wandering tells me otherwise.’ You retort and his eyes snap back up to meet your grinning face. He hadn’t even noticed his eyes wandering. It could have been the actuators controlling him, but damn that suit did look good on you.

You got him right where you want him.

His face slightly red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. His patience was down to zero after your jabs, flirty remarks and the fight. Unbeknownst to you he was also riled up from the times you and him made contact during the fights. He was surprised someone so soft and small in comparison to him had so much power, and it only drew him in further.

He growls at your responds and lunges forward, this time giving you no time to jump away from the actuators. They push you back quickly until your back crashes against the air vent system on the roof. You let out a shriek at the contact, the metal cold against your back making you arch forward just as Otto came to stand in front of you.

‘So excited already? You could have just dropped by if you wanted me so bad.’ He smirks. You press your lips to his to shut him up. He isn’t surprised when you do, immediately returning the kiss with just as much passion. The both of you knew that this was secretly what both of you had been aiming at last week. You grab his brown trench coat to pull him closer, his glasses gracing your cheeks as he kisses you like a starved man.

His hand almost immediately moves to kneed your breast. You just know your plan worked. He quickly pulls the zipper down further, so the front falls open and hangs loosely on your shoulders. You shrug of both of his coats before he steps back, taking in the sight. Your chest heaving, nipples erect in the cold air of the night. You mind was completely fogged over.

‘Please.’ Is all you can say, and it makes him chuckle.

‘Where has that confidence gone, darling? Or was that just show.’ He says stepping back in front of you and brushing some hair behind your ear.

‘We’re on the top of a flat in the middle of the night and I’m half naked already. Just fuck me.’ You shoot back. He growls again and kisses you, once again pushing you back against the vents. Your hand shoots down to cup his clothed erection. His mouth opens and you take the chance to push your tongue in, brushing against his in a rough manner. You feel the actuators remove the rest of your suit and his clothing in a surprisingly gentle manner. When his pants are removed you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping up and down in a slow and teasing manner.

You give a yelp when he moves to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your hands move from his cock to his shoulders for leverage, scratching his skin so red marks appear. He bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder when he guides his cock into you, feeling your juices already dripping down your thigh and immediately engulfing his member, lube-ing it up in the process. Some of it actually drips down onto his fingers.

He moves his head back once he is fully inside you so you can adjust to him. you whine when he slowly moves one of his now wet fingers into his mouth to lick it clean.

‘So sweet, all for me…’ then he pushes his other two wet fingers in your mouth. ‘Suck.’ He demands. You don’t need to be told twice, obeying instantly. You feel his cock twitch inside you at your movements, so you decide to keep going, pretending his fingers are actually his dick.

He grunts at your actions and starts moving, one of his hands holding you up. His thrusts are deep and quick, not that you had expected him to fuck any other way. He was holding you there like you were his personal fuck toy, drooling around his fingers while he was pounding away. Your vision quickly becomes blurry, his brutal pace pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust.

‘Touch yourself.’ He says. His eyes meeting yours. The actuators had removed his glassed and you stare into his brown, lust filled eyes. Your face heats up in embarrassment when one of your hands reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit, adding to the pleasure.

‘Fuck, Otto, its too much.’ You say feeling incredible please move through your body and your orgasm approaching at an incredible speed and size.

‘It’s alright,’ he says reassuringly ‘let go for me.’. And that was all the persuasion you needed. You allow the coil in your belly to snap, waves of pleasure crashing though your body. You back arches and your head falls back against the vent, your toes curling in pleasure. He rides out your orgasm and pulls out of you before he finishes. He takes his cock in his own hands and gives it slow strokes until you have recovered from your high. The he gives your shoulders a gentle push so you are on your knees inn front of him.

He doesn’t say anything. When you glance up at his he stares back at you expectantly, and you are more than willing to oblige. One of your hands moves to steady yourself on his upper leg. You replace his hand with yours, fingers wrapping around his shaft and keeping the slow pace he had set at first. When you hear him start panting from holding back, just when he was about to protest you wrap your lips around his tip, knocking the breath out of him. Otto lunges forward to plant his hand above your head on the vent, his other hand moving down to thread through your hair.

You hum at the contact, and he lets you set your own pace for a while. Then his grip on your head tightens and he takes control of your movements. You fight your gag reflex when he hits the back of your throat, tears in your eyes. Your eyes meet his, he is looking down at you, pupil dilated. The moan you let out around his cock pushes him over the edge. He stills your head, his cock buried deep in you when he cums. The warm fluids drip down your throat and you struggle to swallow. Then he lets go of you, and you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath for a minute and then the actuators pull you to your feet. You expect him to just dress up and leave, but instead the actuators drape his brown trench coat around your shoulders to keep you warm. His forehead resting against yours in an intimate moment of reflection.

‘Run away with me.’ He speaks, breaking the silence. You open your eyes to look at him.

‘What?’

‘I’m a wanted man… I can’t stay here… but we could go somewhere else, somewhere remote, and I could keep working on my stuff and you could be by my side.’ He says, big eyes showing his sincereness and hope. You give a sad chuckle.

‘Otto, you know I can’t just leave.’ You say, part of you willing to just leave everything behind this very second, but another part of you saying it would be wrong. You look away, not wanting him to know how much it affected you that he had to leave. Then in a second he is gone. You look around but with your blurry vision there is no way you could spot him in the dark of night.

You hug the coat tighter around your shoulders, smelling Otto’s cologne linger on the fabric he had left you with. You stay for a moment looking up at the night sky, enjoying a moment alone to gather your thoughts and process what had just happened. As you were about to walk down the stairs on the side of the building you feel something in the pocket on the left side of the coat.

You pull it out to look at it, tilting it so the lights from the street hit the surface.

‘If you change your mind.’ It simply reads, underneath it a remote address. Maybe when Otto starts staling again for his project you could check the place out. Someone had to try to stop him, and who better to distract him than you.

[expectos-writings]

Density (Hugh Weldon x reader)

Word count: 2519

Rating: M

Summary: You and Hugh perform some scientifically unrecognized test on the meteorite.

(A/n: TW: slight mentions of Hugh thinking he’s too fat and skipping meals, but also body worship! Thank you so much @curbitkirby for letting me use your idea! I had a blast writing this! This one is for anyone who wants to ride Hugh on a meteorite)

From the moment you saw it on the news you knew you had lost his attention. In fact, he probably wouldn’t give you a second glance for the next couple of days. A meteor landing in a garden just down the street. Who would have thought? Your boyfriend Hugh was supposed to be home by 6 pm tonight, he’d be taking you out to dinner to apologize for working late. But instead, you got a phone call from him… telling you he would be home late.

 You hid the disappointment in your voice when you told him it was fine, and you understood. But on the inside, you were fuming. Were you really less important to him than a stupid piece of space rock? You cancel the dinner reservation he had made and decide to order a simple take out instead, deciding on getting two portions so Hugh could heat some up when he finally got home.

 You had been staying at his house for a while now, but it felt so large and empty every time he left you there alone. The monkey would have been some company, except that it always acted terribly towards anyone who was not Hugh. You opted for watching some tv, but eventually you got bored of that too. The problem was that it was getting late now, and your boyfriend was still not home. Or, maybe the actual problem was you getting lonely and needing a bit more attention.

Either way, you knew Hugh hadn’t eaten yet. He was way too lost in this new project to take care of himself. You decide to bring him some food, maybe gaining some much-needed attention while you’re at it too.

 So, you drive over to the school where Hugh taught astronomy to a variety of university students. How you ended up with a smartass like Hugh remains a miracle to this day. You walk through the empty hallways of the building toward where you knew Hugh had his lab, two doors down from his classroom.

 The door is ajar, much to your surprise, and you push it open just a bit further to watch Hugh work. The man in frantically running from one side of the room to the other, pickup up equipment to bring to the middle of the room where the meteor sat on a pedestal of some sorts. Not a fancy museum like glass case, but just a piece of concrete so Hugh could reach the rock easier.

 You had no idea what he was doing now though. He picked up some pincer or scraper like object and a glass box and was scraping the rock and collecting the rock dust and…. Nope. No idea. However much you liked watching Hugh work you eventually knock on the door and push it further open to let yourself in. You may not understand everything Hugh does, but you like seeing him in his element, and watch him get all excited when he talks about something he is passionate about.

 Hugh turns around at the knock, looking surprised to see anyone looking for him at this hour. But the surprise on his face quickly turns into a smile when he sees you standing in the doorway holding up a bag of food.

 ‘I brought you something.’ You say with a smile, he always looks like an excited puppy with those big eyes.

 ‘But you didn’t have to do that, honey! You could’ve stayed home!’

 ‘Have you eaten already then?’ you ask with a sceptical look.

 ‘Not yet, no.’ he says with a sheepish smile whilst looking at the floor, his hands fumbling behind his back.

 You give him the bag of food, which he takes with a thankful smile before walking over to his chair at the desk. You contemplate sitting next to him on his desk, but it looked way too full of all of the equipment Hugh dropped on top of it. You walk over to the meteorite, grazing your fingers over its hard surface. It looked like a big rock to you, even up close. And as it has a rather flat top surface, you hop onto it by lack of any more chairs in the room.

 ‘It’s a beauty, isn’t it?’ your boyfriend says, you were subconsciously tracing your fingers along the surface of the rock again. The roughness of it felt a bit like Hughes stubble when he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. You missed feeling his skin under your fingers…

 ‘It… sure looks like a big rock to me.’ You chuckle out. You really can’t see what’s so special about it.

 ‘Well, you may not see it when you’re not trained in this field, but this is not just a rock.’ Hugh jumps up from his seat to join you next to the meteorite. ‘This is not just any piece of rock though. It actually has a high percentage of metals in it too! We were lucky this was only a small piece of the original meteor because the complete piece would have been big enough to wipe out the whole town.’

 That wasn’t a very reassuring thought, but you let him rant on. Though, you can’t help but notice his meal was now laying barely touched on the table whilst Hugh was already moving to the computer to check some results on a test he was running.

 ‘Besides, did you know the news keep using the wrong terms for this phenomenon? A meteor is when the rock zooms through space in the form of a fireball, when it hits the earth and cools off it’s actually a meteor.’ He rants on not even looking at you.

 ‘Hugh?’ you ask, getting a bit worried. When he would eat at home, he would never leave his meal until it was finished. But now he doesn’t seem to want it at all.

 ‘Yes, dear?’ he says absentmindedly whilst typing in some things in the program he was using.

 ‘Have you at least had lunch today?’ you ask.

 ‘I had no time, love. I’ve been out in the field all day running the first tests on the meteorite and then I had to make sure it got here safe.’ He says keeping his eyes trained on the screen. Often when he had a project he seemed to be losing some weight, but always gained it back when the project was over. You never paid it much thought until now. ‘Besides, I could do with a few pounds less.’ He continues, pushing his glasses op his nose and closing his lab coat a bit further to hide his belly.

 Just as you thought.

 ‘Can you come over here, babe?’ you ask him. He looks between you and the screen for a bit, debating whether or not to break his focus. But when he looks at you basically giving him puppy eyes, he knew there was no way he could say no to you. So he stands up and walks over to you.

 You take his hand when he gets close enough, pulling him closer so you can kiss him. Hugh returns the kiss softly, quickly melting into you. Due to how late it already was, there was no way anyone else was hanging around the building right now.

 Perfect.

 You move him around a bit so he is leaning against the rock, his hands resting on your waist. You were always surprised how he could still make your head spin after such a long time of dating. One of your hands rests on his chest while the other moves through his messy curls. Then you push on his chest slowly so he is awkwardly bending back over the meteorite. He breaks the kiss when his hand moves back to catch himself on the rock.

 ‘Say, Hugh, you said this piece of rock contains metal, right?’ you ask him, pushing his lab coat off of his shoulders and onto the meteorite.

 ‘Well, yes, this meteorite does contain traces of higher elements like iron.’ He awkwardly answers, not sure where you were going with this.

 ‘Hmmmm, so it is quite sturdy, isn’t it?’ you continue whilst pulling off his tie, now the button up shirt was the only thing separating you from him.

 ‘Yes… I suppose it is.’ He answers. The one hand that was still on your waist gives you a squeeze, letting you know he was finally getting where you were going, you let out a hum of approval.

 ‘Can you move up a bit, honey?’ Your words more a demand than a question. He nods awkwardly at first. Him not being the athletic type, he has some difficulties hoisting himself up on the rock. Luckily, he is tall, so he doesn’t have to move up that far.

 ‘I don’t think this is a test we usually perform on our objects, Y/n.’ Hugh says when you move up on the rock and sit on his lap, knees on either side of his waist.

 ‘I sure hope not.’ You answer with a smile. The lab coat lay spread out on the meteorite to lessen the roughness of the surface, but it still stung on your knees. You plant your hands next to his head and move down to capture his lips. His left hand goes up to your neck and his right hand moves into your shirt, squeezing your breast through your bra. When you moan, he wastes no time in shoving his tongue in your mouth.

 One of your hand stays on the meteorite for leverage and the other moves down to unbutton his shirt, pushing it open when you finish your task. You break the kiss to move down to his neck, sucking a hickey into the flesh there which he would have to hide when he came back to work in the morning. Then you kiss all over his chest, which was heaving in anticipation. You briefly sit up to discard of your shirt and bra before moving back down to kiss his stomach.

 You look up at him as you kiss his tummy, but he is looking to the side.

 ‘Hugh?’ you ask.

 ‘Yes?’ he says, a blush on his cheeks.

 ‘Will you look at me?’

 He moves his head to look down at you, nothing but adoration visible in your eyes. You take one of his hands in yours.

 ‘I really don’t care about a few pounds less or more. You know that, right?’ you ask, still kissing and caressing his belly and chest in the meantime. He nods slightly, but it’s enough for you to continue. ‘besides, I am rather fond of how soft you are.’ You move one hand down to his pants, stroking his already hard cock through the fabric. ‘Well, maybe not everything soft…’ you say with a smile which he can’t help but return.

 His smile however quickly turns into a moan when you move off the rock to remove his jeans, him moving his hips up to help you. You quickly undo your own pants, swiping your finger through your folds to check how wet you were already. Damn this man and how he could affect you. You stand between his parted knees, his legs dangling over the edge of the meteorite. Hugh was still looking down at you, and without breaking contact you lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the head, then taking his member in your mouth you start bobbing up and down.

 The moan Hugh lets out sends shivers down your core, one of your hands moving down to rub your clit. You moan around his cock which makes his breath stutter for a moment. You move up and down a few more times and then let his cock pop out of your mouth, a strand of spit still dangling from your lips to his hard member.

 ‘Fuck, Y/n.’ You hear Hugh sigh out, his dilated pupils staring at you from behind hooded eyes, lost is a haze of pleasure.

 You swiftly move back up on top of him, legs once more on either side of his hips. One of his hands had already moved down to your cunt, feeling how wet you were. Then he moved his hand to his cock, sliding it against your folds before slowly pushing the tip inside of you. You feel the initial stretch of it and let out a moan, which he returns upon feeling your warmth envelop his cock. Because of how well lubricated you both were now you slid down easily, settling down a bit when he was fully inside you.

 It took almost no time for you to adjust to him, he fit perfectly inside you. His hands are on your hips begging you to move. His glasses have started fogging up because of the heat building up in the room. Then you start moving. You set a brutal pace, the excitement of doing it someplace you weren’t supposed to adding to the pleasure. You move down to kiss him, it was sloppy and messy and everything you both had been yearning for. Hugh desperately needed some distraction, and you needed some attention.

 With your fast pace you can feel his cock rubbing over that spot inside you which makes you see stars. You can feel he is close as well, his cock starting to throb inside of you. Then his hand is on your clit again, you break the kiss to gasp in a breath.

 ‘Ah shit. Hugh.’ You moan out.

 Within a few rubs of his agile fingers you are cumming, and you can feel him come undone as well. You ride out your orgasms as best as you could, your knees hurting from the harshness of the rocky surface.

 When you both come down from your high you move to stand up from the meteorite, taking one of Hugh’s’ hands to pull him off so he is standing in front of you. Your other hand snakes around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. You both smile when your lips connect. Only when you break the kiss you notice how much the room has cooled off.

 ‘Oh-‘ he says when he notices you shivering. He pulls his lab coat off the rock and places it on your shoulders. You hug the material tight to your chest and give it a sniff, it smells like Hugh. You move to sit on the chair he was previously sitting on. When you turn back to look at him you see him already pulling out more test materials.

 ‘Honey, don’t you want to go home soon?’ you ask him.

 ‘In a minute, in a minute.’ He starts, he had already redone his shirt and fixed his pants while you turned away for a minute. You were about to stand up to gather your own clothes when,

 ‘Oh, one question,’ Hugh asks, and you halt.

 ‘Maybe you could just sit down there for a while, I might have to run a second test on that meteorites sturdiness’ he says with a toothy grin.

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Just like magic part 3 (Norman Osborn x reader)

Word count: 4325

Rating: M

Summary: You find Norman still working on his cure while everyone has already slacked of, you also feel like working for a bit longer suddenly.

(A/n: repost because tumblr wont show my post in the tags)

Your mind keeps wondering whilst you make your way back to the appartement. Thinking back to what had happened in the dungeon, you can’t help but wonder if you’d heard him right. Your mind was processing all the events, but you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you DEFINITELY heard Norman say ‘easy, darling’ when you made a particularly hard blast at Otto’s box.

But it was probably just a habit, you talk yourself down. You just met the man after all. It is not uncommon for men his age to call women pet names like that, was it? You knew that deep down you hoped it was not just a habit, that maybe he was impressed with your powers and wanted to show some affection to get on your good side. In that case he sure succeeded.

Back in the appartement Norman was talking to the goblin in his head. He was pissed and frankly quite embarrassed at the monster taking him over. Ever since he laid his eyes on you in the dungeon he thought you were attractive, but when you showed your powers and, to be completely honest, your short temper, he was completely sold. The way you helped your friend get everyone to the appartement even though you were visibly tired from using your powers was adorable. But Norman would never act on that, he knew his boundaries.

The goblin had other plans.

‘Why do you care so much if Y/n leaves or not? She can do whatever she wants, please don’t act so obsessed.’ Norman said to his inner monster.

‘You know you want her. I can feel you do. Why don’t you try to make a move when she comes back? Or let me take over.’ The goblin tried to reason with him. Norman didn’t want to admit that the goblin was right, but he knew it was true. He hated how eager the goblin made him look when he took over and asked if you were leaving when he heard the door close, but he was also relieved to hear that you’d be back soon.

Actually, he was surprised how relieved he was when he heard you would return shortly. He had become so attracted to you in such a short timespan, he felt his heart leap at the thought of seeing you again. Maybe… the goblin had a point…

‘See? You know what you want. Now take it.’ He could feel the goblin smirk as he said this. Norman visibly shakes his head, trying to get the goblin to quiet down. Norman knows he’s right, he has to make a move. This may be the only chance he has before he is beamed back to his own universe, he has to act now.

The goblin seems satisfied with Normans train of thought and retreats to the background. But even without the goblin directing his mind back to you he still couldn’t completely focus on the task at hand. He’d agreed to help Peter make a cure for everyone, starting with Otto. The fabricator was buzzing steadily in the background whilst it was printing the new chip to override the fried chip in Otto’s neck. Norman turned back to his working table anyways, maybe he could try and get his mind off you a bit and even get some work done on everyone’s cure.

All cures except his.

The moment the goblin had heard Peters plan there had been an argument between the goblin and him. There was no way the goblin would let Norman make a cure to get rid of him. Norman then had no choice but to agree, not wanting to leave the group just yet. Though it wasn’t so much about the group as it was about you, in hindsight.

Peter had been watching Norman from the beginning. Something felt off about this man. Compared to the other villains he looked so… normal? When he first met him in the F.E.A.S.T. compound he was just a bit weary of the older man, thinking he may actually be just a confused, old man like May said. But when Norman fell silent in the dungeons, like he was talking to someone that wasn’t there, he became suspicious. It almost looked like what doctor Octavius had, but with no physical evidence. He still had no idea how this man could be the same man he saw flying over the bridge throwing bombs left and right.

Now Norman has been way too quiet for the past hours. Time was flying by quickly and they both made lots of progress, everyone their cures were now sitting to develop, all they had to do now is wait. Norman seemed to be scribbling some formulas for the next step of his own cure, and Peter decided to watch him for a bit, trying to figure him out.

That is until he heard May opening the front door of the appartement to take out some Pizza’s she’d apparently ordered.

‘Is that Y/n?’ Norman heard himself say before he could stop himself. Damn he needed to chill.

‘No, but it is our dinner. Are you coming, doctor?’ Peter offered as he took of his safety goggles and put down his pen.

Norman looked from the door to Peter, trying to hide his disappointment at your long absence from the building.

‘No, I want to finish this up first, you go kid.’ Norman tell Peter. Peter just nods and stands up to walk towards the main room. And so Norman stayed in the back room, too busy with his calculations too notice the time ticking by.

By the time you had come back to the appartement it was starting to go dark outside. You had taken a long walk around the block, because you were only getting snacks as an excuse to be alone for a bit. The smell of pizza met your nose when you walked up to the door of Happy’s place, giving it a light knock so someone could let you in.

Peter opened the door in a few moments, putting his plate on the table to free his hands.

‘We got some pizza, just grab a plate and help yourself.’ He says with a smile as he walks back to his seat and you put the groceries on the table.

‘They delivered so quickly, we started ahead, hope that’s okay.’ May says apologetically while shoving another slice of pizza in his mouth.

‘That’s fine, I’m not really hungry at the moment though.’ You say absentmindedly whilst looking around the room, your eyes scanning across the faces who were not even looking back at you, too focussed on their food to care. No one gave any comment on you not being hungry. Not that you cared though. The only thought on your mind was ‘where’s Norman?’.

You were about to ask this to the group, but everyone was so focussed on their meal and you didn’t want to interrupt them. It kind of felt like you were late to the party. You decide to retreat to the back room to continue Peter’s research for a bit, not yet ready for sleep but also not wanting to butt in while everyone seemed to finally relax with each other.

You open and close the door to the research room, plopping down onto the nearest chair with a sigh. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to get into the right mindset to work on the science projects before you for a bit. Then you sit back up and put on the safety goggles Peter had discarded earlier.

Unbeknownst to you Norman was also still working on something in the project room. You hadn’t noticed the lights were still on when you entered the room. Or maybe you did, and you just never paid it any mind. Everyone forgets to turn of a light sometimes. But Norman watched you as you walked in and set down. He wanted to say something to let you know of his presence, but the goblin wanted to watch for a bit more. The groan you let out when you threw your head back gave him improper thoughts. He didn’t want to think like that. Or maybe he did, but he knew it was wrong. The problem was, the goblin has no moral compass whatsoever.

‘If you don’t make a move soon, I’m taking over.’ Norman heard the goblin say in his head. He sighed, debating whether or not to break his own moral rules by making a move on you. What could you possibly want from him?

But when you put on the glasses he had to speak up, not wanting to startle you once you started working with the delicate pieces of technology before you.

‘I was worried you weren’t coming back, darling.’ Normans voice cut through the silence in the room.

‘Holy shit!’ you shriek out and you push the chair back in shock. You register it as Normans voice, but the suddenness makes you jump. You feel your heartbeat quicken, but you knew it wasn’t entirely due to the fright. That gravely voice sent shivers down your spine. And damnit, it was kind of funny how he spooked you. Your hand went to your chest to feel your heartbeat as you calm down, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at hearing the nickname again. You really hadn’t imagined it the first time then.

‘Why aren’t you eating pizza with the rest?’ you ask to distract his attention from you, his gaze never left you since you entered the room, and it didn’t look like he was about to look away either. There was something darker in his gaze. It wasn’t just the bad lighting of the room, it was something different in his eyes.

‘Wasn’t hungry, not for pizza, at least.’ He says, and you could swear his voice was ever more gravely than it was before. His answer made you feel all warm and fuzzy. Surely, he hadn’t meant it like that?

‘Hmmm.’ Is all you say, knowing your voice would give your true feelings away. You swallow quickly and put on the goggles, determined to get some work done before bed. You take up the pincer and move the metal pins into position in the plastic model chip, trying to simulate how to insert the pins into the actual chip. But your hands are unsteady. You curse at yourself for letting this man affect you so much. Just take a deep breath and try… the pin falls in place. You wipe of a bead of sweat from concentration or was the room just feeling so much hotter.

‘So, what are you working on now, Doctor?’ you ask, trying to lighten the mood in the atmosphere. The room felt heavy, and it was distracting you from your task. But you get no answer, only a soft chuckle which made goosebumps appear on your skin.

‘The Doctor is on sabbatical, honey, you have to deal with me now’. You move the pincer and pin down to the table and look up. His pupils were blown wide, his whole posture was different, there even seemed to be a small physical change.

‘Norman is too cowardly to tell you, but he thinks you’re very attractive…’ the Goblin starts, looking you up and down. You fail to hide the blush starting to form on your cheeks. ‘and I have to agree with him, though my thoughts are a bit less innocent than Normans were. Not that his thoughts were all pure, but he’s not me.’ The green goblin stands up from his chair and walks towards you. You had heard Norman speak of the Goblin before in the dungeon, and may had told you what he had told her about the goblin. But he was part of Norman, and whether you liked it or not, you were still very much attracted to him. Actually, this mysterious side of him thrilled you.

You look to the side of the room and take the goggles off, placing them next to the pincer on the table in front of you. When your eyes have readjusted to the light without the goggles you feel the goblin moving behind you. You take in a shaky breath when you feel his hands on your shoulders, rubbing gentle circles in your back. The closeness of his body behind yours makes your whole body flush, and your thighs clench.

‘Hmmm, do I affect you that much, dear?’ he whispers in your ear and he licks your earlobe after.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about…’ you try, but you already know it is futile.

‘Now don’t pretend you don’t know.’ He whispers against your neck before placing a gentle kiss on the exposed skin. If you wanted to, you could have pushed him away then. He even waits a moment after he kissed your neck to make sure you are okay with this. When your hand moves up behind you to pull him closer by his head the goblin has all the permission he needed to keep going.

You move your head to the side, giving him access to properly kiss you. He lets out a groan of approval when you tread your fingers in his soft locks and give it a sharp tug. You waste no time pushing your tongue in his mouth, your tongues rubbing together. His hands, which were still on your shoulders, moved so one was cupping your cheek and the other trailed along your collarbone and moved into your shirt down to your breast. The trill of the door being the only thing separating you two from the others only added to the pleasure.

His hand finds its way into your bra, taking your nipple between his fingers and giving it a light pinch. You moan out in pleasure and throw your head back against his shoulder, and he gives a light chuckle before latching onto your neck, sucking a large hickey into your skin.

Your eyes shoot open when you hear the door open, the goblin moves back fast enough so there is a decent amount of space between the two of you when Peters eyes find both of you in the room. You try your best not to look to flustered when Peter addresses both of you.

‘We were done eating and everyone was feeling kind of exhausted from the long day and everything that happened so I just wanted to let you know everyone is off to bed and if you want to grab a bite before going to sleep the pizza is in the freezer…. Y/n, are you okay?’ Peters ramble trails of in a concerned tone.

‘Yeah, yeah, fine. Just tired.’ You reply.

‘You can go to bed, if you want, you’ve done plenty today.’ Peter tries, looking between you and the goblin.

‘No, thank you, but I think I’m going to work on this just a bit longer.’ You answer. Peter is a good kid, but right now you really wanted to be alone with the man who was standing behind you. You could feel his hungry gaze on you the entire time and it was maddening.

‘Okay, well, goodnight Y/n, Doctor Osborn.’ Peter says. Both of you reply ‘goodnight’ way to quickly for it to sound casual, the goblin didn’t even correct Peter when he called him ‘Doctor Osborn’. Peter gave both of you one more look before closing the door. You sit in silence for a bit longer, hearing his footsteps retreat. Then you hear him starting to walk up the stairs, and before you know it the goblin spins your chair around so your facing him. You supress a squeak of surprise when he bends down and picks you up with ease. The serum which created the goblin also gave him superhuman strength, and it was working for him right now.

Your legs wrap around his waist and your lips reconnect in a passionate kiss. It was needy and sloppy and just what you hoped it would be. He walks you over to his work station, using one hand to swipe the papers off the desktop and placing you down on it after, your lips never breaking contact. His hand moves back down to your breast, now squeezing it over you clothing.

The goblin growls at the barrier of fabric between both of you, grabbing your shirt by the hem and pulling it over your head in a hurry. When it came to your bra, he got impatient. However hard he tried, he could not get the clasp open from the front. You let out a soft chuckle which turned into a gasp the moment he ripped the bra off your chest.

‘Hey! That was and expensive piece!’ you scold him.

He laughs and puts his hands on your knees, parting your thighs so he could stand in between them. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, pulling him closer by the material of his hoodie until your lips were once gain connected. You tug at the hoodie, there was no way you’d get it over his head sitting on the table. The goblin gets the hint and steps back to remove the shirt.

You take a moment to admire his form. He is well trained, strong muscle visible under his skin.

‘Norman had his doubts… he wasn’t sure you wanted him too.’ Goblin confessed. Your heart fluttered in your chest and he stepped back between your thighs to kiss you again. One of his hands moved to your breast to play with your nipple whilst the other travelled down your stomach to undo the fly of your jeans. Then his other hand also came down and in one swift movement pulled the pants off of you.

You gasp when you feel the cool air hit your folds. Before you know it he is once again back, his lips on your neck this time. You weakly lets your nails scratch his chest and upper arms, too lost in the sensations to move towards his jeans. His hands move back to your nipple with the other once again trailing down your belly. Excitement pools in your abdomen when you feel his fingers move nearer to where you need him.

Then his fingers move further down, drawing a line from your entrance to your clit, collecting your juices as he goes.

‘But I think he was worried for nothing, you seem to be enjoying this just fine, aren’t you?’ he says with a smirk. Then he is on his knees, your knees over his shoulders and his warm breath hitting your most sensitive area. His hands are on your thighs, keeping you down while your hands move into his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer.

He doesn’t try to resist at all when you pull on his hair, his long and skilled tongue licking up the same movement his finger had made just a minute ago, except this time you can feel his hot breath and the wetness of his tongue, and fuck it felt good.

You plant one hand behind you on the desk to stabilize yourself, keeping the other one in his hair to keep his mouth in place. Your hips are following the motion of his tongue, the coil in your belly already growing steadily.

‘Fuck, just like that.’ You whisper out, earning a groan in response. He keeps going in his steady pace, noticing when you would react more to his touch to create the best possible sensation. You feel your legs starting to shake, and the goblin feels it too. But in stead of going on, he stills his movements completely. You groan out in frustration, until you see what happened. The goblin was playing games with the both of you, because when you looked down to complain, you saw Norman staring back at you, eyes wide in shock.

It takes everything in you not to laugh at his expression as he starts to stammer out an excuse.

‘I…. I am so sorry, I don’t know wh… I shouldn’t be…. I am so, so-‘ he starts but stops when you pull him up by his hair to kiss him, your taste still on his lips.

‘The only thing you should be sorry for is for leaving me hanging, Doctor.’ You try to nag him on. He still seems a bit unsure.

‘He didn’t do anything you didn’t want?’ he asks, unsure if that could even be.

‘No he did not, why don’t we move this to a more comfortable setting hmmm?’ you ask. Norman nods, a pink colour creeping up his cheek. He was cute when he got shy. You hop off  the table and kiss his cheek. Then you reach down on the floor to put on his hoodie to cover yourself up and give him another good reason to follow you to the bedroom.

You pick up your own clothes an peek out the door, everyone had indeed gone to bed already and the living room was dark. You look back at Norman and crook a finger in a come hither motion. He follows you like an obedient dog. You run up the stairs towards the bedroom and Norman follows close behind you. You wake sure to sway your ass on the stairs to give him a view, and his groan behind you let you know that it had worked.

In fact, by the time you reached the bedroom Norman was a hundred percent convinced you did indeed want him too, and he got a bit bolder because of it. He walked in behind you and before you had the chance to close the door properly he slams you against it, slamming the door shut too. Everyone in the house must have heard the bang, but you were not paying that any mind. Especially not when Norman was smoothing his tongue over the hickey the goblin had left earlier.

This time you did keep control of your hands and moved them down his torso to the fly of his pants, wanting to waste no more time than necessary. You open up the fly and pull his pants and boxers down enough to free his erection. You gasp at the size of him, the average thickness in contrast with his enormous length. Your hand starts pumping him up and down and he bites the junction of your neck and shoulder in response, not wanting to be too loud at this hour.

His pants and boxers are discarded quickly and his vest comes off of you too, leaving both of you naked and exposed. But you feel safe, you keep your eyes on his as you pump him still, his eyes roaming your chest.

You keep pumping him when you walk him back towards the bed. When the back of his knees hit the side of the bed and he falls down, he pulls you down with him. You place your hands on either side of his head to break the fall, your knees moving up to straddle his waist properly. The both of you just stare at each other for a moment, one of his hands moving up to your face to pull a strand of hair behind your ear. You bend down to kiss him, moving your hips down so you can slide your folds up and down his fully erect cock. Both of you moan into each others mouths, muffling your sounds to some extend.

‘Y/n, please.’ You hear him whisper underneath you while his cock starts to twitch, the coil in your belly already reappearing after being denied earlier on. His hands land on your waist when you sit back, your hand guiding his length inside you slowly, giving yourself time to adjust to the stretch. Norman tries his best to give you that time, though every now and then you can feel him rock his hips slightly to get some more friction.

After you had finally taken him fully inside you, you move your hands up to his chest and start to move your hips up and down. His hand moves from your waist up to your tits, squeezing them as they bounce from your movement. The bed creaks under your motions, but neither of you care at the moment.

It also doesn’t take long for both of you to feel your peaks approaching. The moment you feel Norman start to twitch inside of you, you feel the coil in your belly starting to snap once again. Except this time you keep going. You feel your vision going white and your movements become erratic.

‘Fuck, Norman, I’m…’

‘I know. Cum for me darling. Let me feel you.’

His husky voice sends you over the edge, your walls pulsing around his length and the view of you cumming on his cock sent him over the edge too. Your thighs are starting to burn up, so Norman uses his hands to lift you up and down to ride out both your orgasms.

When the waves of pleasure subside you fall forward, landing next to Norman so both of you can catch your breath. You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the afterglow, when you feel the bed dip and hear it creak besides you, Norman was getting up to leave.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ you ask, moving to lay on your side.

‘This is your room, I don’t want to impose myself on you now, I should leave.’ He was about to reach down for his clothes when…

‘What if I want you to stay?’ you whisper.

‘What?’ he says, eyes unbelieving when he looks back at you.

‘You heard me, Doctor. I’m not done with you yet…’ you say with a wicked smile.

And what would be the harm in staying a little longer?

~~~

Taglist just like magic: @teh-vampire-bunny , @arioneway​ , @teh-vampire-bunny

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Drabble masterlist

Lame excuses: Bobby Hicks x reader (the florida project). Reader makes up lame excuses to keep Bobby coming over to her appartement (T)

Only fans: Bobby Hicks x reader (the florida project). Reader has an only fans, Bobby is subscribed to it. Reader is also Bobbys tennant... (M)

Distractions: Otto Octavius x reader. Reader tries to stop Otto in his villainry, both of them like eatch other more than they want to admit... at first (M)

Work to be done: Otto Octavius x reader. During your internship at Oscorp you get closer to Otto than you expected, and the day before the demonstration things escalate (M)

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Hey 👋 for one of my first requests can you do number 92 and 139 from the mixed list for Bobby Hicks from The Florida Project (if you’ve seen the film)?

(A/n: THANK GOD A BOBBY REQUEST, hope this is satisfactory, the other Bobby one will be more spicy ;))

Lame excuses

Word count: 957

Rating: T

Summary: you ask Bobby to fix stuff in your appartement occasionally

The motel wasn’t too fancy. Not that you needed it to be, you were only there to sleep. You had moved from coast to coast for your job. Your new job was a small gig which would only last a few weeks, not enough for you to get a proper appartement in Florida, so you booked a room in a motel. It was cheap, and it would serve its purpose of giving you a roof over your head for the time being.

When you first checked in there you were greeted with a very nasty woman, who clearly was not at all excited to work there. You just ignored her whilst you signed the paperwork. When you glanced behind her you saw the door to the office behind the counter was slightly ajar. A very handsome man was sitting in a chair behind a computer typing in what you could only assume were the financial records of the motel. So that is the manager? You think to yourself. Bobby was very easy on the eye. Sometimes you would make up excuses to get him to your room to fix something, even going as far as deliberately breaking a window and blaming it on the street thug just to get him to fix your window.

Bobby was a busy man. The first time you had called to the front desk to get him to fix something, it was late in the evening. The sun had already set, and Bobby was just settling in for a quiet night in. At first he was annoyed, his peaceful state of mind disrupted by yet another resident in need. ‘I should hire more people’ he muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs to your appartement. Not that he had the money to hire more people, but it was a nice idea.

All his annoyance was gone the moment you opened the door. He hadn’t seen you before, because you only used the room to stay the night and were out at work all day. He wanted to snap at you or say something to let you know you had interrupted him, but the words were caught in his throat when he saw you, wearing a simple top and shorts with your hair in a messy bun. He could only imagine how beautiful you’d look during the day when you were more properly dressed.

He only noticed he was eying you up and down when his eyes were looking at the skin of your thighs, which looked soft and smooth at the same time. Fuck he shouldn’t look at a tenant like that. You struggle to hide the blush as his eyes roam your body, he looked so taken aback all of a sudden, not at all what you expected from a manager.

‘Well? You got your tools?’ you ask trying to snap him out of his confused state.

Bobby blinks a few times, his eyes meeting yours. Under any other circumstance he would let himself get lost in your eyes, but right now you were a tenant in need of assistance and he was the manager.

While Bobby worked on your electricals in silence you watched him work. The muscles in his upper arms rippled under his skin which peeked out from under his t-shirt. He was very strong, and you loved the view.

So much so that you made the excuses.

It was the same routine every time. You’d come home late at night, get bored, break something to get a good view.

Bobby knew.

Well, he thought he knew. He was 99% sure. But he didn’t want to be unprofessional. So for a while he just played along with your game, fixing the electronics and stuff you definitely broke yourself. He could feel your eyes burning in his neck when he was working.

This continued on for a while, you are making up the dumbest excuses possible and him putting on his best shirts when he came over.

Until one night.

You were about to settle in for a good nights rest after a long day of work when you heard a knock on your door. You groan when you leave the comfort of your bed to open the door, but when you open the door, you were suddenly wide awake.

‘Bobby? What are you doing here?’ You were by no means complaining, just surprised.

‘You hadn’t called in all week, just checking in to see if everything is okay.’ He says, as observant as ever.

‘Awh, did you miss me?’ you tease, expecting him to come up with another flirty thing to say. Your smile falters when he doesn’t smile back. ‘Something wrong?’ you ask leaning against the doorframe.

‘I think I might be in some kind of love with you.’ He blurts out looking at you wide eyed. He knows it’s inappropriate, but he couldn’t help himself any longer.

At first you stand, just looking at him, registering what he’d just confessed. The stars in the sky behind him light up his face in the most perfect way. The tension of the moment hangs thick in the air.

And then your lips are on his.

All those weeks of flirting and bad excuses have led to his moment. Bobby was not surprised by your actions, his arms immediately flying to your hips and waiting no time in kissing you back. He walks you back into your room, closing the door behind him as he goes. Then he pushes you down on the couch, moving to lay on top of you.

‘I’ve waited so long for this.’ He says, moving his lips to your neck.

‘So have I.’ you smile, this was going to be a long night.

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Bet (Baldabiou x reader)

Word count: 3367

Rating: M

Summary: Baldabiou and you are up to no good when you decide to share a room at the inn

(A/n: Can be read as a part two to soft as silk, but can also be read alone as it is basically pwp. Warnings: semi-public sex, sex on pool table, strip-snooker (is that even a thing?))

The two of you reached the top of the stairs in what must have been a record time. Luckily you were staying on the first floor, so it was only one stairs. The bartender and the innkeeper were still downstairs, cleaning up the bar.

 You dash towards your door room as you pull the large key out of a pocket in your thigh holster. As you fit the key in the keyhole you feel Baldabiou plant his hands on your waist, pulling you against him from behind. Your hands start to tremble and your head falls back to rest against his shoulder. Your movement gives him enough space to kiss your neck.

 You had to stifle a moan as you felt him lick your neck at the exact right spot before sucking a hickey there. You’d have to cover it up for your meeting tomorrow, you think to yourself, but at the moment all that matters was the two of you. Your left hand snakes around his neck to pull him in closer, moving your head so you could kiss him.

Your right hand was still trying to unlock the door, but to no avail.

 ‘Darling, we should get inside before we get caught here.’ Baldabiou mutters against your lips.

 ‘Would that be such a bad thing?’ you answer before kissing him again. His right hand moves from your waist to the door, moving his fingers over yours as he finds the key and gives it a hard tug. The lock finally opens and as you walk in you feel Baldabiou give you a strong slap on your ass, making you yelp and run inside faster.

 You hear him chuckle behind you as he follows you inside and closes the door behind him.

 ‘Maybe you should be taught some manners, m’lady.’ He grabs your arm to pull you around so you are facing him. A mischievous glint glows in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. You smirk up at him.

 ‘And I suppose you’d be the one to teach me, sir?’ you fumble with the scarf around his neck, subtly loosening it and tugging it away from him. Then your hands move down to work the buttons of his jacket, but he grabs your hand and tugs it away.

 ‘I think a lesson in patience may also be in order here.’ He whispers and then his lips are on yours, shutting you up before you can come up with a witty reply. Whilst kissing Baldabiou walks you back in the room until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You grab his arm for leverage when you feel yourself start to fall backwards, but he pushes you down. You let out a noise of surprise but it was swallowed by the man who was on top of you in mere seconds, once again connecting your lips.

 It was clear he was in charge, his presence alone would have been enough for you to let him take control, but his decisive handling and confident attitude were what sealed the deal. You hold onto his arms with everything you got, only moving your hands down his torso to undo the final button on his jacket and sliding it off of him, which he allowed.

 Then, before you got the chance to take off his white shirt, he took your hands in his and held them above your head, pinned to the mattress. One hand of his was more than enough to dwarf and hold down both of your hands. You bite your lip when he leans back a bit to kiss your jaw, you try desperately to keep in the moans that are threatening to slip out. Of course, Baldabiou noticed.

 ‘Don’t hold back, darling, I want to hear you.’ He says in a husky voice whilst his other hand that was currently not pinning your hands down swiped your lower lip, pulling is out from between your teeth. A sigh left you lips, which turned into a moan when his fingers moved from your lips to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your dress.

 But apparently not everyone appreciated your current situation.

 ‘I have to ask you to stop now! I just want to sleep for God’s sake!’ a men yells from next door. Both you and Baldabiou fall silent immediately before bursting into muffled laughter. Apparently the innkeeper and bartender had gone upstairs just after you, and were not ready to deal with more of your shit after this afternoon.

 Baldabiou moved to the side so you could sit up, you ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Then you laid back on you elbows, watching the man beside you. He really was to handsome to let go.

 ‘You know,’ you whisper, ‘we can always wait until they are asleep…’.

 ‘Oh? All of a sudden we have all the patience in the world don’t we?’ Baldabiou answers cocking one eyebrow.

 You roll your eyes and slap his chest slightly, then you move to straddle his hips.

 ‘For you? I’ll do my best.’ You whisper back. Then you were the one to reconnect your lips.

 The two of you just sit there, feeling each other up but never enough to relieve the pressure that was building low in your belly. Baldabiou’s pants were getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He was about to snap, ready to thrown you down onto the bed and just have his way with you no matter the consequences, when a loud snoring could be heard from the room next door.

 You pull away from Baldabiou, you eyes shooting up to the wall, eyes widening. He was finally asleep! Finally, you didn’t have to hold back! But just as you were about to grab his shirt and practically rip it off of him he stopped you once again, making you whine in disapproval.

 ‘What do you say we… spice this evening up a bit further?’ he whispers. You sit back on his legs to look at him.

 ‘What do you mean?’ you genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about.

 ‘We could sneak downstairs for another drink and a game of snooker.’ He watches with amusement as you try to register his words. A minute ago you were practically fucking each other and now he wants to go downstairs? The idea of breaking the rules was kind of hot though.

 ‘Trust me, I have a plan.’ He says with a wink. You sigh in defeat and let him lead you back downstairs, careful not to wake anyone with the creaking of the steps. When you reach the bar floor you immediately walk away from the staircase and towards one of the back rooms where a snooker table was situated. The balls were already in place when you entered. The room was so far back in the inn that no one would hear the balls bouncing off the table or off each other, especially if the partition was closed.

 ‘So, we can play this game like we did earlier, but how about we raise the stakes?’ He starts.

 ‘Depends on what you mean by that, Baldabiou.’ You couldn’t deny the excitement that was blooming in you stomach.

 ‘Well, if I shoot and hit, you take off that pretty corset you got on and if you shoot and hit, you may finally take my shirt off, which is what you wanted, right?’ he said, one eyebrow raised in anticipation. This had obviously been a fantasy of his for a long time, seeing the hopeful spark in his eyes. And he wanted to act this fantasy out with you? You nodded at him, the anticipation radiating off him passing onto you. Plus, you had sobered up a bit by now, there was no way you were going to let him win that easily again, definitely not if making the shot would finally get him to take that damned shirt off. He held out a cue for you to take, awaiting your answer.

 ‘It’s a deal.’ You say taking the cue from his hands.

 ‘Ladies first’ he says, even in the current situation he was still a gentleman at heart.

 So you walk over to the far side of the table. This time you weren’t pulling your punches. That shirt had to go, rather sooner than later. You make the shot seem effortless, the ball bouncing off the sides off the table before rolling back and hitting the third ball, making sure to leave the balls on the table in a way it was impossible for him to make a shot.

 His eyes go wide. Just a few hours ago you were unable to make even a single hit, and now you were making perfect shots? He stares flabbergasted.

 ‘Well?’ you put the cue on the table as you walk over to him.

 ‘How did you do that? I thought you didn’t play?’ he almost looks offended, but truth is, he loved a challenge, he just didn’t expect it at that time.

 ‘Hmmm then again,’ you stand in front of him, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt, ‘we don’t know each other that well, do we?’ You tease, then grab his shirt and pull it over his head. he lets you this time. You throw the material on a chair nearby and bring your hands back up to his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair. His body was well formed, you had a hard time taking your hands off him. Baldabiou also seems to get lost in the moment, his hands tangling in your hair to pull you in for another sweet kiss.

 You hook two fingers in the side of his pants, pulling him closer whilst walking backwards until your back hits the pool table. He hums in approval as he once again has you backed against the table, his hands landing on either side of you to trap you. you reach behind you, Baldabiou assumes you were just planting your hands on the table for stability but then he feels something hard tapping at his side. He pulls back to see what it is, and you hand him the cue.

 ‘Your turn.’ You caught him off guard once again, he seems stunned for a bit so you take the opportunity to give him one more kiss before sliding out of his grip. His attention immediately goes back to the table, already regretting his decision to play this game right now. He was still painfully hard in his pants and the way you were teasing him wasn’t helping his situation. Not to mention that if you really were as good as your first shot made you out to be, he might not even win this either.

 You thought you had places the balls just right so there was no way he could make any shot. He thought so at first too. But after a minute of assessing he saw a way. When he walked over to the other side of the table you saw it too. It would take incredible expertise to make this shot.

 And he sure was an expert.

 Baldabiou turns to you, a smug look on his face. You watched the balls until they came to a standstill, the balls just bouncing off of each other. You were sure you had him there, but he was better than you expected.

 ‘I believe you are a tad bit overdressed, dear.’ Baldabiou says whilst walking towards you. When you drag your eyes away from the balls he is already standing next to you. Before you can turn to face him he is behind you pressing you against the table, his hands on your waist whilst his mouth latches onto your neck once again, leaving yet another mark. Your hands grab the pool table as one of his hands drifts from your waist to your stomach to your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. The combined sensations make you moan out, his tall warm body pressed against yours makes you dizzy.

 His mouth moved up to give your earlobe a small nibble.

 ‘You have to stay quiet, can you do that for me?’ he whispered in your ear.

 You don’t trust your voice at al, your legs trembling with anticipation, the trill of possibly getting caught only adding to the sensation. You give a nod and breathe out a barely audibly ‘yes’.

 ‘Good girl’ He whispers in your ear before taking half a step back, has hands moving to the back of your dress. You feel one big hand slide over the string of your corset, making you shiver. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him tug the knot of the corset loose. The garment loosens around your waist, giving you room to breathe more freely, but it feels like it makes no difference with this man so close behind you. He tugs the clothing away from your body so it slides down your torso and onto the ground so you can step out of it.

 You step left to step away from the corset, left in just your underdress and stockings. You turn around and lean back against the table, watching his reaction. His eyes roam your body, for a minute he just stands still. Just as you were about to become self conscious of your current situation he steps forward to reconnect your lips once again, the game of pool forgotten when he picks you up by your waist and sets you down on the table. His hands stay on your waist when you sit down. Baldabiou steps between your legs and all but shoves his tongue in your mouth when you moan at his rough actions.

 You hands move up to his chest, kneading his soft flesh as your hands trail down his torso towards his pants. You feel one of his hands move to your legs, one hand giving your thigh a squeeze and the other trailing further down to pull your dress upwards. With your lips still connected your hands quickly undo the fly of his pants and you pull it open to give yourself access. He is already fully erect, and your hand moves to wrap around him and you start to pump him slowly, in awe of his size. He moans out softly at your touch and breaks the kiss.

 ‘Fuck, Y/n’ he whispers, his forehead connected to yours. You look as his face, his eyes closed in pleasure. His handsome features amaze you as you watch him, in awe at the effect you have on this man. His hands move away from your thighs to remove his trousers completely, giving you better access to his cock when his trousers fall down his legs and he quickly kicks them to the side to join the growing pile of clothes. His chest is heaving now, completely at your mercy for the time being. You once again feel like you’re in control of the situation.

 That is, until he suddenly takes a step back, brows furrowed. You look at him in surprise, not sure what he was onto, until he suddenly throws your dress up to pool around your waist on the table. You hadn’t even noticed he had gotten it up that far yet. Baldabiou lets out a grunt when he quite unexpectantly rips your panties off of you, the sound of ripping clothing cutting through the air making you gasp in surprise.

 His hands land on your knees, pulling your legs further apart as he steps back in between them to kiss you once again. The force of the kiss knocks you back a bit, and you barely have time to plant your hands behind you on the table to stop you from falling. The kiss swallows the moan you let out when one of his hand lands beside you on the edge of the table for leverage and his other hand touches you sensitive core. His big fingers move slowly up and down your swollen folds, moving from your clit down to your entrance.

 ‘Fuck, you’re so wet. Is all that just for me, baby?’ he asks against your lips, his fingers collecting your juices from your folds before moving back up to your clit to rub small yet harsh circles on it. Damn this man knows exactly what he is doing.

 ‘Please, fuck me.’ Is all you manage to get out. It’s not exactly an answer to his question, but he seems to accept it nonetheless. He chuckles softly against your lips, his beard scratching your chin as he once again shoves his tongue in your mouth. You could get drunk on that feeling alone. You feel like you’re drowning in all the sensations, putting one of your arms around his shoulder to hold yourself up a bit better. His hand moves from the table to his own cock, giving it a few strokes and then moving it up and down your now wet folds, soaking his cock in your juices.

 You feel his tip prodding against your entrance, and you willingly move forward a bit, taking the tip in. he moans at the feeling of his cock entering your warm cunt.

 ‘Still as impatient as ever, darling.’ He mutters as he slowly moves further forwards, the stretch burns but it feels so good. His words weren’t complaining at all, and you were in no state to counter what he was saying with him buried inside you. You whimper at the stretch, relieved to finally feel him still his movements when he was fully inside you.

 His breath comes out in pants as it takes all of Baldabiou’s self control to not immediately start moving. He gives you time to adjust, and only when you start to buck your hips a bit he starts moving.

 There was no need to take things slowly now, both of you were worked up to the point where you could already feel a burning sensation in your abdomen the moment he stars slamming into you. The table creaks under the pressure of your movements when he sets a brutal pace, hitting all the right spots inside you. Your head falls back in a moan, and within a few thrusts of his hips your vision becomes all spotty.

 ‘Shit, I’m close.’ You whisper out. Baldabiou just grunts in response and takes one of his hands off the table to once again rub circles on your clit. And that was enough to send you over the edge. He keeps his movements going at the exact same pace until you rode out your high. You open your eyes again to see him staring at you, pupils blown and frame shaking. You can tell he’s close by the way he is struggling to keep his pace and his cock starts to twitch inside you.

 ‘Cum for me, Baldabiou.’ You whisper to him.

 ‘Fuck.’ Is all he gets out before his pace starts to become more and more irregular until you feel his warm cum painting your insides. His head falls to your shoulder when he makes his final thrusts, making sure to ride out his high as long as possible.

 You both sit there for a minute, collecting your breath.

 ‘You know,’ you start, your hand combing through his messy hair, ‘we should get back upstairs before anyone find us like this.’ You giggle, he breaks a smile too.

 ‘Good point, but I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.’ He says and moves back to look you in the eye again, a mischievous look plastering his face.

 ‘Well,’ you start, pushing him back so you can hop of the table. You pull your dress down so you are somewhat covered ‘the sooner you clean this mess up, the sooner you can get back to it, big man.’ You add with a wink before swiftly moving past him and darting upstairs to your room. You hear him giggle behind you whilst he stays behind to pick up both of your clothes. You leave the door to your room unlocked. This sure was one hell of a business trip.

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Just like magic part 2 (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 7231 (this got out of hand)

Rating: M 

Summary: when you come back from the shop you and Otto have some developments in your relationship, which ends in a long night.

(A/n: WE MADE 100 FOLLOWERS! Thank you all so much for following! Also I know this one is kinda long BUT it has fluff and possibly one of the longest smut sequences I’ve ever written, who doesn’t was the actuators helping you while you sit on Otto’s face?)

When you return from the grocery store your mind felt clearer. May had texted you a shopping list which you worked down as your mind went over all the events of the day. Why had you really freed Otto first? Norman seemed just as innocent, and the others were also easy to control, either by you or Peter.

 But there was something about him.

 He had this dark and mysterious vibe about him. the way he looked so harsh and closed, yet when you stood near him working your magic you dared look up into his eyes once or twice.

 That may have been a mistake.

You saw the intelligence in his eyes as he tried to science out your magic. His big eyes conveyed a lot of emotions he never voiced.

 It was honestly very attractive.

 No, you can’t think like that! He is way older and from another universe god damn. You feel like maybe it was a mistake to come over to Happy’s place. Peter probably could have handled these guys on his own, or at least with Mays’ help.

 But there was no turning back now. You had told Peter you’d help him, there was no backing out now. You just had to stop developing a crush on a man you barely knew.

 How hard could it be?

 Famous last words.

 You walk back to the apartment with two shopping bags filled to the brim. Carrying them was a hassle but using your powers to carry them would have drawn too much attention.

 When you finally manage to open the door, you feel the bags slipping away. You were about to use your magic to at least soften the blow for the groceries, but two large hands had gotten to you first, catching the bags without any trouble.

 Apparently, Otto had seen you struggle at the door. He straightened back up; the bags secure in his big arms. You notice how close he was standing and all previous thoughts about shoving your crush down flew out the window. You were drowning in his eyes, so much so that you didn’t register a word that he was saying. He was standing so close; you could smell his musky cologne mixed with the scent of cigar smoke and a distinct metal smell.

 ‘Y/n?’ He said trying to catch your attention. You blink a few times trying to get yourself out of your dazed state. Keeping eye contact with him was hard, his eyes were so intense. You try looking a bit to the side, so he wouldn’t notice. The actuators next to his head seem to glow a bit more white-blue than when you were breaking him out of the dungeon. You awkwardly cleared your throat before even trying to speak.

 ‘What?’ you stutter out, you were completely thrown off beat. It didn’t help that Otto had the audacity to smile at your stunned appearance and awkwardness. Your face felt a bit warmer than normal.

 ‘Cat got your tongue, dear? I asked where you wanted these bags.’ He repeated.

 The most you could muster at the moment was ‘counter’. The way he said ‘darling’ made a shiver run down your spine and sparked something in your abdomen you hadn’t felt in some time. Otto chuckled at you, then shook his head slightly and moved the bags to the kitchen counter.

 ‘Get yourself together!’ you mentally screamed at yourself the moment he turned his back, the actuators were still controlled by Peter but did allow him to walk over there, moving with him as they went.

 While you were mentally scolding yourself Otto was also involved in a mental argument, the difference was that he was talking to a voice that was not his own.

 ‘You saw the way she acted just now, right?’ one of the actuators said to him.

 ‘She’s just a kid, guys. She’s probably just scared because a big man with 4 metal arms was standing so close to her, we should leave her alone.’ He countered.

 ‘You’re trying to convince yourself.’ One of the actuators shot back. ‘She was all witty and confident back in the dungeon, remember? Then why not now? Why only when everyone is around but when it’s just us, she seems to close up.’

 ‘I said because we’re a creep! We can’t. Besides, she’s way to young, we should keep our distance.’ Otto’s mind was set on leaving it be, he was going back to his universe anyways. But the actuators were saying what his heart was also saying. He felt drawn to you.

 ‘She may be younger, yes, but she’s an adult! Let her decide for herself you coward.’ Was the last thing the actuators could say to him before he reached the kitchen.

 Otto put the bags down and went to walk away but was surprised when one of your hands held him back by grabbing the actuator that was wrapped around his torso, your finders softly grazing his clothed back. He turned around with a frowned expression. Both his arguments of you being intimidated by him and you growing shy when it was just the two of you being shattered in an instant.

 What he didn’t realize was that the adrenaline in your blood was all that kept you going right now, and you were going to use it for as long as it lasted. He made you feel small and even with your powers you felt intimidated by the actuators… and you liked it. You were a difficult person to intimidate, being one of the strongest avengers and all, but his mans’ presence was enough to make you feel things you never expected.

 So, you decided to shoot your shot at striking up a conversation with him.

 ‘Do you want some coffee?’ you ask him and immediately cringe at your choice of words. It sounds like you’re asking him out on a date or something. Oh God. Okay you can fix this.

 ‘I mean,’ you start unpacking the bags, so you don’t have to look at him. ‘I was just about to make coffee because I was feeling a bit tired from earlier, so I thought I’d ask you too because you are also… here.’ You awkwardly finish the sentence. Nope, that just made things worse.

 You pretended to be too busy packing away the groceries to notice his stare, but you could feel his eyes on you the while time, he was watching you with a soft smile. Otto was now convinced the tentacles were right. And they gave him just the confidence he needed to act on it. But he wanted to mess around a little first.

 ‘Some coffee would be nice. May I ask you something?’ he said, amused look on his face.

 ‘Uh, sure.’ You said, turning to look at him expecting it to be about some practicalities of his curing or what will happen after.

 ‘How does that magic of yours work?’ his face goes more serious, but your eyes lit up at the question. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. But, before you give him an answer, you wanted to test the waters a bit. This was an area of yourself you were very comfortable with, so it made you feel at ease and it gave you confidence to talk a bit more.

 ‘Why do you want to know, sir?’ You ask, batting your eyes innocently. Given his imposing stance and the way he carried himself, you thought he would like it when you called him that, it would give him a feeling of authority.

 If only you knew how right you were.

 Otto’s breath caught in his throat for a minute. The actuators practically yelling ‘I told you so’ in his head. but when it came to coming up with a response, it felt like there was an error in his head. He wanted to get to know you better. He felt very much attracted to you and wanted to hear you tell more about yourself. He had already grown very fond of your voice and after seeing the way your eyes lit up just now, he just wanted more of that. Your wit was also irresistible, your confidence was adorable.

 But his response just came over wrong.

 ‘I was just curious about your powers.’ He said, mentally slapping himself the moment he did. The loud protesting of the actuators was deafening, but he had already said it.

 You tried not to let the smile falter on your face, but his answer was less that satisfactory. You had expected him to show more interest in you, the way he had this hungry look in his eyes when he looked at you. You could of course use your magic to just take a look in his head and see for yourself, but his privacy was his right and you didn’t want to force anything on him. You decide it best to just give him a short demonstration of what your powers could do, you still had some groceries to put away after all.

 ‘So, whenever I use my magic, I just focus on what I need the magic to do. Right now, I want it to pick up that carton of mild and put it in the fridge, so I use a light form of magic so it doesn’t damage the carton.’ You focus your mind and pick the item up off the counter and let it float around for a bit. As you turn towards Otto, he looks at you with utter amazement. Things aren’t supposed to levitate like that. There was no scientific formula that could explain how the flow of blue shooting from out of your hands.

 A small and constant flick of your fingers was enough to keep the magic flowing. You didn’t have to fully extend your arms for this simple spell. You watched Ottos expression as you moved the item towards the fridge and used your other hand to make a string of magic which functioned as a lasso, swinging it towards the fridge door handle and pulling it after the rope wrapped around the handle tight enough. You didn’t have to do it like that, you could’ve just made a small amount of energy spawn behind the handle and pulled, but you wanted to impress.

 As you finish your demonstration by putting the milk away and closing the door, Otto was still looking. You can see the gears turning in his head.

 ‘Well?’ You say expectantly as he just stares at your hands.

 ‘Well, what?’ he asks, looking back up at you. Once again, not the answer you expected. But you weren’t going to let him talk to you in that tone.

 ‘You wanted a demonstration, that was it. Any questions?’ you say imitating a school kid who just finished their presentation.

 ‘I saw nice sparkles and stuff moving and floating around. There was no explanation. How do you do that? What material is your magic made of? How does that interact with the molecules of the items you manipulate? It isn’t really a demonstration if you only show a circus trick, is it now, sweetheart.’

 That does it.

 ‘Otto there is nothing scientific about magic. It is just a flow of energy that lives inside me and is mine to manipulate however I want, and I use it for the good of mankind. There is no science involved.’ You spat back, why couldn’t he just accept that some things can’t be explained? His curiosity on your powers was expected, him being the scientist he is, but his dissatisfaction at your answers was downright rude.

 ‘Well, maybe you’re just not smart enough to understand your own powers.’ She says with a scowl before turning to walk away.

 That stung.

 You watch with disbelief as he just turns away to leave. The upper two actuators closed next to his head. The lower two actuators acted like extra legs. Your eyes fell down as you felt tears stinging in your eyes, but there was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. As one actuator moves up se it can move forward again, you can see the previous blue-white light was now a red-blue shade. You can also see a fried chip in the back of his neck. You piece one and one together easily, you may have dropped out of school, but you were still an employee at stark industries. The fact that he seemed so lost in thoughts that often and that he seemed to have an inner monologue so often did it.

 So that chip was to prevent the AI from taking control of him, you vaguely remember Peter telling you something like that either in the undercroft or in the car, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t control the anger that you felt anyways. He had no reason to be so disrespectful to you after you broke him out of the dungeon in the first place.

 In Otto’s mind his own voice was almost completely dimmed by the actuators now, he could barely hear himself.

 ‘Why did you say that? That poor girl was just trying to demonstrate what we fucking asked her to do!’ Otto was fuming but there was no reasoning with the actuators. They had decided that they didn’t like the idea of someone having powers they could not comprehend, they were afraid you’d be able to take over. The was no way Otto could convince them otherwise, as he himself didn’t understand it either.

 That’s when he felt your hand grab his. He never even noticed you walking up behind him but now you were holding his hand? He turned to look at you to try and read your intentions in your eyes. The actuators were pulling with all their might to try and strike you, but they were restricted. Before they could make Otto retract his hand, he felt a small spark going up his arm.

 And then he was in an empty room. The only other person was you, still holding his hand. He looked around confused.

 ‘Where am I?’ he asked. He felt like he was in a daze. You didn’t speak, instead giving him a moment to look around.

 Then it hit him.

 It was quiet.

 There were no more voices in his head. No one telling him what to do or say, or even give comments on what he was doing. He now looked at you surprised.

 ‘How did you do that?’ he asks.

 ‘Otto, I can’t explain it. This is my gift, I can control things in many ways, but there is no science behind it.’ There was still a sadness in your eyes and voice, his harsh words not yet forgotten.

 Otto noticed this and without even thinking if what happened in this room was just in this room or in the kitchen you two were still standing, he pulled you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist to hold him as he buries his head in your hair.

 ‘Thank you.’ He mutters. You feel his heartbeat quicken and your face warming up from how close you were now.

 You knew what happened in this mind room was also physically happening in real life, but you didn’t care. Everyone was busy in the other rooms anyways. You feel Otto pull away from the hug, so you also let him go, but he keeps his hands on your upper arms, preventing you from going back further.

 Before you knew it his lips came crashing down onto yours, releasing the tension that had grown between the two your you from the moment you saw each other in the crypt. Your hands went up to his face as response, keeping him there to reciprocate the kiss.

 ‘I GOT IT!’ you heard somewhere far behind you. Your eyes widened as you quickly broke the kiss and broke the mind connection between you and Otto. You took a quick look around but to your relief no one had entered the kitchen.

 The moment you broke the connection the silence in Otto’s mind was gone, the actuators immediately protesting.

 ‘We told you! She has complete control over us like that! That can never happen again!’ they told him. the lights in the arms were once again glowing red blue as Otto was overtaken by the arms again. He threw one glare your way before moving towards the room Peters yell came from to see what was happening.

 You stood petrified for a moment, your hand moving up to touch your lips. Did that really just happen? You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard Otto frantically screaming at Peter from the other room.

 You walked over to find Otto floating at Peters level on the second floor, Peter desperately trying to put a new chip over the fried one on Otto’s neck but him trying to stop him at all costs, which wasn’t a lot of resistance because of the actuator restraints.

 ‘Remember what it felt like just now? It can be like that all the time if you just hold your head still’ You remark, watching him struggle under Peters grasp. You tried speaking to the Otto still in his head, but the actuators were pulling up a massive fight.

 ‘You’re too young and ignorant to understand the consequences of this chip, girl. And so are you, boy.’ He growls the first part down at you and moves his head frantically to the side to glare at Peter at the end of his sentence.

 You sigh and use your powers so you’re floating at his level, you knew it was the tentacles talking but his words still hurt. You lift yourself over the railing and stand by Peters side to assist him. Sure, you could have taken the stairs, but where would be the fun in that.

 ‘You are so damned stubborn, Octavius, I’m not sure who has a tougher time, you or the tentacles.’ You grab his hair as a last measure, keeping him still by force so Peter could place the new chip over the old one.

 The chip locks in and Otto shuts down. It is almost like a computer rebooting. For a minute everyone goes silent, only Peter tries calling Otto to wake him up, to see if he’s okay. But you feel his heartbeat with your energy, you knew he was fine. And sure enough, a few seconds later his head snaps back up and he gasps in a breath of air as he tries to adjust to his environment.

 ‘It’s so… quiet.’ He mutters.

 So, it did work.

 May gives Otto back the control of the arms, and he carefully let himself down onto the ground to get level with everyone else. Peter jumps down too, but you stay up there for a bit longer, assessing the situation.

 ‘I’m grateful, dear boy. Truly.’ You hear Otto praise Peter as he uses an actuator to push the nanotech back on Peters spider-suit. You knew Otto was now fully in control of the AI, but his words still hurt. Something inside you was also hoping he’d turn to you first, to apologize for earlier or something. But that was probably just you romanticizing the whole thing then. Otto seems pre-occupied talking to everyone else, so you decide to retreat to you room for now, seeing as you were already on the right floor.

 Otto is talking with Peter and Norman. He had offered to help them make the rest of the cures and they were bringing him up to speed with their progress so far.

 ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ the AI spoke.

 Otto almost jumped. He thought the new chip may have completely dimmed the AI their voices, but it makes sense they could still speak. The difference was that now he was in control of them, and the voices weren’t yelling at him 24/7.

 ‘What do you mean?’ he asked in his head, completely forgetting to pay attention to Peter for a minute.

 ‘What about the girl?’ the voice in his head spoke.

 Shit.

 Otto spun around just in time to see your form retreating into one of the rooms upstairs.

 Fuck.

 At this moment he did not need the AI to mentally scold him, he was doing just fine on his own. The memory of you clearing his mind comes flooding back in. The feeling of your soft lips on his feeling like a distant memory, yet it stirred a longing feeling in him. He wanted to go after you, to say sorry for the stupid thing he said to you just now. He hadn’t meant any of it but blaming the voices in his head sounded like a terrible excuse. Instead, he went into the back room with Peter and Norman to make himself useful and get his mind off of you for a while.

 That night you couldn’t seen to fall asleep. You had tried almost everything, from listening to music, white noise, podcasts, to watching a nature documentary, but your mind was too pre-occupied. The taste of Otto’s lips still lingered on yours, and you longed for more. But you couldn’t just go up to his room and tell him that, it would look like the beginning of a bad porn movie.

 So, when 01.00 AM came around you deemed it safe to leave your room to get a cup of tea, or maybe something stronger as a last resort. About an hour ago you had heard some people retreating towards their beds, and half an hour ago everything had gone silent, so you assumed everyone was asleep by now.

 You had been in bed for the past hours, not even coming down for food. When May came knocking at your door to check on you, you just explained you had used a lot of your magic and needed to recharge. She probably saw right through you but decided to leave you be for the moment. You were in a borrowed sleep shirt and pyjama shorts that May had gotten when you were out doing groceries. She had brought extra clothes for everyone from the shelter she worked at, not knowing when you’d all be done there.

 When you reached the kitchen, you decided to immediately go for the second option. You grab a regular glass from the counter and reach into a higher cabinet for a bottle of vodka. Why was there a bottle of vodka there? Because this was a shield hideout, that’s why.

 You pour the glass half full and immediately take a big sip, the bottle still in your hand. You had been lying in bed pondering over this whole situation for so long you felt like you were going insane. What had it all meant? Was everything that happened in the kitchen earlier real? Or did Otto only kiss you because the actuators felt like it. But that couldn’t be, right? You had blocked them temporarily? Or did your magic fail? The burning feeling of the liquid in your throat died down a bit.

 The glass of vodka was already halfway to your lips again when a voice spoke out of the darkness of the living room.

 ‘You might want to take it easy, dear.’

 Otto’s voice made you jump, and you almost dropped your glass, but you just managed to put in back down on the counter.

 ‘Shit, Otto, you scared me.’ Otto was one of the last persons you had hoped to find still awake at the moment. You were tired, and you could already feel the alcohol start flooding in your system. ‘Why are you sitting here in the dark?’ you asked. You saw the actuators were mostly retracted as not to bother him, he almost looked like a normal man.

 ‘Couldn’t sleep, same as you it would seem.’ He answers with a chuckle. You turn on the lights in the living room to get a better look at him and the room. Everyone else seems to have gone to bed already, the room was empty except for him. You sheepishly look down at your already half downed glass of liquor.

 ‘You want a drink too?’ you ask him, he didn’t have a glass in front of him, so you assumed he hadn’t helped himself to one yet. ‘I think there are other drinks here too.’ You add, he doesn’t seem like the vodka type of man.

 ‘If you have any whiskey?’ he asks. You nod and go back to the cabinet. This was Happy’s appartement after all, bet Tony Stark made sure all the best stuff was available for his right-hand man. You grab another glass and pour him a drink before walking over to him and handing him his drink.

 ‘Thanks.’ He says softly before taking a sip. The silence hung thick in the air. There was a tension between you two, much like the one you had felt right before you two kissed in the mind-room you had created. Now it was also laced with awkwardness, neither of you really knew what to say. Otto sat on one side of the couch, so you opt to sit on the other side, not wanting to invade his personal space.

 ‘I uhm…’ Otto starts but then he changes his words, he puts his glass down on the table and then turns to you. You look at him expectantly, not sure where he was going with this. ‘Thank you, for earlier.’ He goes on. Your eyes lock once again, and you knew he meant it. His black glasses lay on the table, the dim light of the living room lamp illuminated his brown eyes, which looked full of remorse.

 ‘It’s okay.’ You say, brushing it off. You were quick to forgive people.

 ‘No, it’s not.’ He continues. It surprises you, most times when you tell people that it’s okay they leave it like that and move on, but it seems Otto still wants to say something. ‘You were very helpful earlier, clearing my mind and all, not to mention you got us out of the dungeon cells. Your magic is very special, and I am sorry that I made you feel like it wasn’t.’

 You almost felt like tearing up, his apology was very heartfelt. You swallow the emotions down quickly.

 ‘Thanks, Otto, that means a lot to me.’ You say softly.

 The silence suddenly felt much more comfortable. Otto flashes you a smile and uses one of the actuators to grab his glass again when he sits back in the couch, getting comfortable.

 ‘So,’ you were both awake now, might as well make some small talk. ‘how do you know Peter?’

 ‘Well, I don’t know this Peter.’

 ‘What do you mean?’ you take another sip of your drink, glass almost empty by now.

 ‘The Peter Parker from my universe is personality-wise a lot like this Peter, but he looks completely different. The Peter from my universe is also a bit more chaotic.’ He adds with a fond smile.

 ‘A chaotic Peter? You know, this one is also quite messy.’ You say with a smile.

 ‘Really?’

 ‘Yes, I used to go to school with him years ago, always had his notes all over the place, Lego’s EVERYWHERE. He probably has some laying around here too.’ You say, Otto chuckles.

 ‘Lego’s? I thought he was an adult by now.’ He says with a shake of his head.

 You shove his shoulder lightly. ‘Hey! Legos are for all ages!’ He throws his hands up in a mock apology making you both laugh.

 You notice you both have unconsciously scooted a bit closer to each other. Otto’s laugh was beautiful, he looked so carefree. With the AI out of his head he looked much more approachable and less grumpy. Not to mention how handsome his features looked in the dim light.

 Your eyes lingered on him for a long time, but it looked like he didn’t notice. When you snapped out of it you downed the rest of your drink in one go, not wanting the conversation to end yet. In fact, Otto had noticed your eyes on him, but he decided to ignore it, he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

 ‘So, in what way was the Peter you knew so chaotic?’ you ask, half out of curiosity and half to hear his voice some more.

 ‘He was always late!’ Otto said with a smile, sitting up straighter and making motions with his arms as he spoke. You couldn’t help but look at him big strong hands, damn. You quickly pull yourself together.

 ‘It couldn’t have been that bad, right?’ you try.

 ‘I swear, this boy is so terrible at being on time! Dr. Connors actually told me he ran into him one day after his class was done and he had the guts to say he was on his way to HIS class!’ Otto said. This other Peter sounded terribly reckless. You burst out into laughter, just the thought of Peter fucking up that bad was hilarious. Otto watched as you threw your head back laughing. This had been a long day, and it may be the drink talking, but damned if he didn’t find you attractive as hell. You had been so kind to him, too. You helped him get piece of mind twice, you gave him a second chance after he called you ignorant.

 The smile that had formed on his face as an initial reaction to your response to his story faltered. He couldn’t help but feel the urge to just put his hands on your face and kiss you right now. But he knew it was not his place, he was way too old for a young girl like you. Without the voiced in his head who urged him to do it before he now knew he shouldn’t, but damn he wanted to. Your laughter died down, when you looked back at Otto, you found him already staring at you, but no smile was present on his face.

 You place your hand on his thigh, a worried look crossing your face. ‘Are you okay?’ you ask softly. The dimly lit room made his features stand out more prominent, the way his nose crooked, the skin near his eyes wrinkled, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed as if he was contemplating something.

 The feel of your hand on his thigh immobilized him. He wanted to tell you he was okay, wanted to say how he felt about you and what he wanted to do with you. But at the same time, he wouldn’t do it, afraid you might reject him. Afraid you would think of him as some old creep.

 The silence lingered thickly in the air. You were contemplating what to do. Had you done or said something to upset him? You didn’t think you did. Maybe he needed a bit more space, it has been a long day after all.

 You went to retract your hand from his thigh. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll leave you be, today must have been a rollercoaster for you.’

 Before you could stand up or even get your hand fully of his thigh his actuator grabbed you by the arm. While Otto never found the courage to reach out to tell you to stay with him, the actuators knew how he felt and had no intention of letting this tension linger between the two of you.

 The pressure on your arm from the actuator was gentle, yet harsh, making you sit back down. Your hand returned to its position on his thigh, letting it rest there once again. It was that moment you realized why Otto had been so shy all of a sudden. What he didn’t realize, however, was that you felt the same about him.

 The drink gave you all the confidence you needed to let your other hand reach up to his face, slowly pulling him closer. You searched his eyes for any sign you had misread his body language, or for any sign from him to tell you to stop. But it never came.

 You connected your lips in a searing kiss, his hand shooting up to your waist to hold you while your hand went from his face to his hair, burying your fingers in his black curls. You felt one of the actuators move to put Ottos drink on the table, freeing his other hand too.

 It was different from the kiss you shared in your mind room. That one felt distant, hesitant and almost surreal. But this one was real alright. You moved to straddle his hips, making it easier for him to hold you. The kiss was more intense too, you poured all the pent-up emotions of the day into the kiss, his lips hungrily kissing back. One of your hands moved to rest on his chest. Then Otto leaned back slightly.

 ‘Are you sure you want this?’ he asks, ever the gentleman.

 You don’t even answer him verbally, instead reconnecting your lips to kiss him again. You knew what you wanted. It seems this answer was also satisfactory to Otto, because his hands were now pulling you impossibly closer to him.

 Your hands move down to tug at Otto’s coat, trying to pull it over his broad shoulders and off of him. Otto shifts so he is sitting straight up, his chest flush with yours. The feeling of him so intimately close to you makes you gasp, parting your lips from his. He takes the opportunity to take off your top as the actuators slide the coats off of him. He is sitting in his black turtleneck now; you were in just your shorts. He leans back to take a good look at your now exposed breasts.

 He stares at you like he is studying some rare jewel, his eyes roaming your body. You felt exposed, but also safe. His strong arms went back to hold your waist again. Then he sat back up to kiss you, his hands moved up your side to your breast. You gasp in pleasure when his finger slides over your nipple and he took the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth. Both of you tasted like alcohol, mixed with the scents of your perfume and his smoke scented coats which were now laying beside the two of you on the couch with your borrowed shirt.

 His big hands on your body felt wonderful, but you needed more. Otto didn’t want to move too fast, afraid it might scare you off. But you were getting impatient. When one of his hands moves to your hair to give it a tug, the other still toying with your breast, your head was pulled backwards slightly to give him more access to your throat.

 He kisses and sucks down your throat to your breasts, his mouth starting to tease the one that was currently not in his hand. The teasing was almost too much, it had been a while since you had been with someone. You would say the same goes for him by the way his cock was already rock hard in his pants, straining the material. His bulge was pressing against your lower belly. You could feel the tingling sensation in your cunt getting more intense by the second, the need for friction overclouding anything else on your mind.

 You start rubbing your clothed core against his clothed bulge, his lips immediately disconnecting from your nipple as a gasp escapes his throat. You pull his head back by his hair, much like you had done earlier when the chip was inserted in his neck, but this time you were facing him. Both of your mouths were open and gasping for air. You were close enough for your lips to touch, breathing in each others air.

 You slide back a bit further on his leg, humping his thigh while your hands moved down his torso to quickly remove his sweater. He throws it off over his head to somewhere in the corner and then crashes your lips back together. You kiss him back eagerly, this time sliding your tongue over his lips to gain access. He grants it and you move your hands down his chest, feeling his form under your fingers.

 Your hands move to his pants, unbuttoning it and opening the zipper. He helps you pull the clothing off of him, so he is sitting naked on the couch. You take one hand back up to cup the back of his head and place the other one around the base of his cock, starting to pump him slowly. His breathing was ragged by now, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He breaks the kiss to gasp for air, your motions bringing him closer to the edge.

 It was a sight to behold, Otto was naked, panting on the couch of an appartement practically begging you with his eyes to fuck him. You slide down his legs, so you are on your knees on the ground, parting his legs to give you better access.

 ‘what are you-‘ Otto starts but is cut off mid sentence when a loud moan escapes his throat as you take him to the base, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You fight your gag reflex, and it is worth it, seeing Otto so vulnerable, his face flushed with pleasure. He is struggling to keep his eyes from closing in pure pleasure when you start moving your mouth up and down, the sight of you pleasing him was almost overwhelming.

 His hands clench and unclench next to his hips, trying to restrain himself from pushing you to your limits. You notice his discomfort and grab one of his hands to put on the back of your head, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

 ‘Fuck.’ Is all he can say when he pushed his fingers in your hair for leverage to push you up and down on his cock at his desired tempo. His hips start bucking too now, and you can feel he’s getting closer by the way his cock starts throbbing in your mouth.

 ‘Shit, Y/n, I’m close…’ he warns. He moves to pull your mouth off of him, not wanting to be the first to let go, but you keep your pace steady, your eyes looking up at him telling him it’s okay to do so.

 A string of curses leaves his mouth as he cums in your mouth, she salty taste hitting your tongue as you quickly swallow it down to keep your motion going to work him through his orgasm.

 As you feel him start to soften you sit back up, he immediately pulls you close to kiss you again, not giving a fuck if he could taste himself on your tongue. Without a word Otto pulled you to your feet, him quickly sliding off the remainder of your clothes as well. You expected him to pull you down on his lap again but instead he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he moves to stand op. one of the actuators pick up your clothes as the other three move the two of you one floor up towards your room.

 The actuators retract again, and he sits down on the bed so you are once again straddling him. He kisses you again, his hands moving to stroke up and down your thighs. The muscles in your core and thighs quiver in anticipation. Otto slides his hand between your bodies to feel your dripping core, the unexpected action makes you moan out, your head falling to rest on his shoulder while his fingers slide through your impossibly wet folds with ease, never putting enough pressure where you need him most.

 ‘So ready for me, darling. Will you let me return the favour?’

 ‘Please…’ is all you manage to say, desperate for any type of contact.

 Otto places his hands under your thighs. Before you had the time to question his actions, he made his move. The actuators helped lift you up when he laid back down on the bed, his arms under your legs positioning you so your knees were on either side of his head. You yelp in surprise, but it turns into a deep moan when his arms pull you down to his mouth, his tongue licking a broad stroke op your folds. He had moved you both enough up the bed that when you felt yourself falling forwards you could place your hands on the headboard to keep you steady.

 Your head fell back as Otto set a pace, licking quick circles on your clit. You could already feel your orgasm approaching. You reached one hand down to stroke his hair, admiring the sight beneath you. But he grunted in response and felt one actuator come up to pin your hands to the headboard. The grunt sent shivers down your spine and right to your core.

 ‘This is about you, sweetheart. Been so good to me.’ Otto mutters before returning his tongue to circle your clit. The praise only pushed you closer to the edge. Another actuator came up behind you to pull at your hair, just hard enough to make you feel a pain-like pleasure.

 ‘Now be a good girl once more and cum for me.’ Otto parts from your folds to talk and then returned with everything he has, his tongue sliding through your wet folds, the wet noises coming from his mouth and your cunt pushed you over the edge. A third actuator came up to wrap around your waist when your body started shaking. The actuator pulling your hair now started stroking it, the one pinning your hands to the headboard didn’t let up yet.

 Waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through your body as Otto continued his motions to ride out your high. The pleasure was too much, but the actuator around your waist kept you firmly down on his mouth, his own hands running up and down your quivering thighs, pinning them down when they were moving too much.

 You felt dizzy, head spinning from the sensation, until finally the pleasure subsided, and your vision came back to you. The actuator around your waist lifted you up and off of Otto so you could lay beside him, the bed was big enough for the both of you.

 You were completely spent; Otto lay next to you waiting for you to catch your breath again. When you opened your eyes to look at him, a laugh escaped your lips, Otto smiled in response.

 ‘What’s so funny, darling?’ He asks amused, one of the actuators you hadn’t noticed moving around the room had found a package of tissues, which it handed to you so you could clean up before handing one to Otto too.

 ‘Just, this was not what I expected to happen today when I left for coffee this morning.’

 He laughed at that.

 ‘I also didn’t expect to be thrown into another universe today,’ he says and kisses you passionately on the lips. Then he moves you so he can spoon you. ‘but I’m glad it happened anyways.’

 ‘Me too’ you answer sheepishly, nuzzling deeper into Otto’s embrace.

[expectos-writings]

Just like magic part 1 (Otto Octavius x reader and/or Norman Osborn x reader)

Word count: 4478

Rating: g (both next chapters will be smut though)

Summary:  You have similar powers as Wanda has and Peter asks for your help with curing the villains, you receive more than you asked for by agreeing to help him

(A/n: let me know whose ending to finish first, Otto or Norman :p and should I make a third ending with both?....)

The portal immediately closed behind Peter as soon as he flew through it, disbelief visible on his eyes as well as excitement. He immediately runs to MJ and Ned who were already demanding to know what happened out there.

 ‘I just had a fight with doctor Strange and I totally won!’ Peter and MJ share a quick hug before Peter turns towards the caged men behind him. it was Otto who spoke up first.

 ‘You could have left us to die, why didn’t you?’ not that he was complaining, obviously, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around the ‘why’ of this boy willing to risk fighting a damn wizard to defend 5 men he never met before. Hell, some of them even attacked him as soon as they got the chance, himself included. But this boy went above and beyond to keep them here longer.

 ‘That’s just not who he is.’ MJ answers. Otto looks between the two, they sure got each others backs. It was something he honestly quite missed. The only ones that had his back at the moment were the tentacles that were literally attached to it.

Peter went on talking about how he could cure them before sending them back, maybe giving them a fair shot at not dying that way. But Otto was only half listening. The ai was talking to him, their voiced so loud his own thoughts were drowned out. ‘We don’t need to be fixed’ and ‘don’t even dare let that boy come near us’. The actuators were disabled from moving with Peters Bluetooth, but that didn’t make their voices softer.

 Otto takes his chances looking around the room, Peters’ voice sounding distant. His words are no longer registering. He looks to his left, where his eyes meet those of Norman Osborn. A scowl forms on Ottos’ face. The AI were talking loudly is his head. ‘Don’t trust anyone’ they kept telling him. And by now Otto was very much convinced they were right.

 Norman was still shocked. He looked at the man who was once one of his best friends, who now had four gigantic tentacles attached to his back and a shit temper. This wasn’t the Otto he remembered from back in his time in his universe. Otto had always been an outgoing man who was passionate about his work and put everyone ahead of himself.

 Norman envied that. He always felt guilty about the way he had been treating his son. He should have been gentler with him. Right now, all he wanted was to get home, no matter how. So, when the goblin started to push his way forward, he let him speak.

 ‘First, we gain Peters trust, then we sneak or break out when he least expects it. We have a whole new world to conquer.’ The goblin told Norman. The man just stood still, letting the goblin tell him his plan while trying to maintain the face of innocent old man around these people. Of course, Otto and Flint knew already, they were from his universe. But at this time Peter, MJ and Ned in particular had no idea of the powers he actually possessed, and for now he wanted to keep it that way.

 Both men realized at the same time they were lost in thought while an uneasy silence had settle in the wizards dungeon. When they both looked back around taking in what they had missed, they realized Ned and MJ had left, and the box Peter brought back from the portal was also gone.

 It took them a moment to realize what was going on, but when they saw Peter pulling at some form of rock and seeing both the lizard guy and the electric guy had sat down on the floor, it became clear.

 Peter had no idea how to open these cages the wizard had made.

 Norman could feel the goblin start to laugh and call Peter names for being so stupid that he forgot to figure this bit out before starting a full on speech on curing them. ‘So that is what he was saying just now’ was the scientists only reaction. The goblin wouldn’t surface now, he wasn’t ready to show his true colours yet, so Norman remained calm and looked at Peter with pity. Otto had a more difficult time keeping the AI thoughts to himself.

 ‘So, what are you going to do now, spider-boy?’ Otto spoke up in a snarking tone, he was in no control over the voices in his head. ‘Were you gonna ask the wizard for help? Sure, that would be a good idea. Maybe he’d even bring party hats this time!’. Sarcasm was dripping from his voice, and Peter looked at him with a hurt expression. Norman immediately noticed it and managed to push the goblin back far enough to speak up.

 ‘Otto come on, this boy is risking everything to help you, can’t you just be grateful and try to come up with an actual solution? You are a brilliant scientist after all.’ Norman tried to speak to the Otto still hiding somewhere in that brain.

 ‘We just don’t need to be fixed!’ Otto spat back.

 ‘You’re not yourself now, just let the boy do his work, have some faith.’ Norman reasoned.

 Otto let out a defeated grunt. There was nothing he could do at the moment after all. He opted to look at the ground again, pouting and brooding.

 The gears in Peters head were turning. He looked around the room frantically trying to find a good solution to his problem. But he knew little to nothing about magic. This whole problem went way over his head…

 And then it hit him.

 ‘I have to make a quick phone call.’ Peter yells out while taking out his phone, not even bothering to leave the crypt. Your number was stored somewhere in his phone. You were one of his best friends in primary school before you parted ways, but recently you had come in touch with each other again through the avengers. Well, technically you had fought against one another, him on iron mans side and you on captain Americas side, but in the end you had talked it out. You had told him to call you if he ever needed anything.

 Now seemed like just the time.

 Your work phone vibrated in the pocket of your jeans. You were just going on a walk around the block to soak up the sun while it was still in the sky. You moved your coffee to your other hand to grab your phone. You smiled when you saw the caller id. When you were suddenly reunited with Peter during a fight between the avengers you had caught up on the few years of high school where you hadn’t seen each other. You hadn’t lost touch ever since.

 He had called you to tell you he didn’t get into MIT, while you told him you had dropped out of school to pursue a full time career as super hero. Your powers were similar to those of Wanda, you could manipulate different forms of matter and you could meddle with peoples minds. It made you a powerful addition to the super hero band Nick Fury had brought together.

 You press the green phone button to answer, never slowing your step.

 ‘Hey, Pete! What’s up?’

 ‘Hi Y/n, I need uhhh a little help here. How much do you know about doctor Strange and his type of magic?’ You could hear from Peters voice that there was no way he could ask that wizard for help, and you knew where he was going with this.

 ‘I know him, his magic is all based on rules, kinda boring really. What have you done?’ you smile in your phone. It was not as if you had any plans for today, you were on your own in town and crime was down at the moment, criminals were keeping low after everything that happened with Thanos not too long ago.

 ‘Can you get to the sanctum sanctorum as soon as possible? I have a little problem here and I believe you can help me.’

 No one could say no to Peter. Even though you were around the same age, him only being a year or two younger than you, you felt very protective over him. Ever since you got your powers you were very protective over all your friends, feeling some form of responsibility as the ‘strongest’ to keep them safe.

 ‘I’m on my way.’ You tell him and before he could answer you hung up the phone. You were only a few blocks away from the sanctum, but you decide to take your car there anyways. The drive went smooth, most people were still at work, so the streets were quite empty.

 You don’t even bother calling Peter to let him know you’re there, you just focus your energy on the lock and turn the gears from the inside. The door opens for you without complaints. You’d been in the sanctum before, Stephen Strange wanted to trade some magical knowledge with you when he found out about you. The two of you had spend some days trying to find a connection between the powers you had suddenly acquired, and the powers Stephen had learned, but to no avail.

 The main room was empty, but there were voices coming down from the basement. You take one last sip of your now cold coffee before making your way down the stairs into the crypt. You pretend not to be surprised by the sight greeting you at the bottom. Peter was standing in the middle of the room, turning to face you as you walk in. Behind him there are five magical prison cells detaining five prisoners. One lizard, one guy who keeps playing with the electromagnetic field (you can actually feel him manipulate it with your own powers), a man made of sand, one tall man with dark hair and four tentacles on his back and another man who looked… surprisingly normal.

 Your attention stayed on the last two, both of them looking so lost in thought they never even heard you come in the room. The moment Peter started his call they had groaned and given up on getting out, just waiting for the wizards inevitable return so they could just return to their own universes to die.

 Peter was still holding the stone Stephen used to open and close cells in one hand, there was no way it was going to work without magic. You continue towards Peter, your brain frantically trying to make sense of the situation. Normally you would greet him with some quick witted comment, but the madness before your eyes prevented any words from coming out. The only reaction you could muster was your mouth opening slightly in shock.

 ‘Y/n! Thank you for coming!’ He says walking up to you and giving you a greeting hug. You only half return it before he broke away again. ‘I need you to open these cells.’ He says.

 Your eyes open even wider. He what now?

 ‘Peter if you wanted to play dungeons and dragons meets prison break you could’ve given me a warning.’ You speak walking past him and towards the imprisoned men.

 ‘No, I just, I only need you to open the cage and then I am taking these guys to Happy’s appartement where I am going to cure them before sending them back home to their own universes, so they don’t… die.’

 This was new information. You dragged your hand down your face.

 ‘And what if they escape? Peter, how can you be sure you can control not even one but FIVE’ you hold up five fingers to emphasize your sentence ‘villains from other dimensions and CURE THEM while you’re at it?’

 Peter had the decency to explain his plan with the box which MJ took with her so she could press the button if things went south.

 ‘I don’t know if it’s going to work, but I know it’s the right thing to do.’

 His relentless optimism never ceased to amaze you. And he was right, you were also a superhero, sending them home to just die when you have a change to change their fate was wrong.

 ‘Alright fine, I’ll help you. Do you have any idea what kind of spell Stephen cast?’ you already knew the answer to the question, but you wanted to try it anyways.

 ‘I’m sorry, no.’ Peter goes back to the stone handle Stephen used to give you some space to try and open the cages. But where to start? Definitely not the lizard, he seems sketchy. The sand guy is prone to escape. The electric man also looks like he’d wreak havoc when given the chance. The man who looked like a normal man could be an option, but God knows what powers he has.

 When you look back at the screen behind you. It seems Peter has managed to disable the arms on the tall mans’ back. However intimidating this mans’ frame was, it was your best option to start with him.

 You walk towards his cage, his eyes still trained on the floor. You could’ve coughed to give him some form of notice you were approaching, but where would be the fun in that? Instead, you opt to shoot a stream of energy at the magic wall shielding him from you and Peter, both testing the density as well as the endurance of the wall.

 It made the man in the cage jump, his brown eyes met yours, a look of surprise flashing across his face as he was pulled from his thoughts. It took him a surprisingly short time to piece together what happened.

 ‘Did you just try to shoot me?’ he asked accusatively. You stifle a chuckle at his shocked response.

 ‘Just testing your walls while I’m getting started. And you are?’ you say not even looking at him. The first thing you noticed about him when you approached were his distant aura and his handsome features. He looked like he was around twice your age and tell yourself you’re guessing about that for purely research purposes. A small part in your brain scowled at you. Really? You tried to distract yourself from these intrusive thoughts by prodding the barrier again, shooting small bursts of all different types of matter at it to test it some more.

 The caged men watched you go to work, trying to figure out how you do that but apparently not finding a solution in his mind. The frustrated growl he let out made you chuckle, but the low noise also stirred some other feeling. Were you really feeling attracted towards this man? No Y/n, not now, just focus.

 ‘I’m sorry, I should’ve introduced you.’ Peter starts as the man never answered your question. ‘Everyone, this is Y/n, she knows magic like the wizard you saw earlier but different.’ You look up from your work to give everyone a small wave before returning to the task at hand.

 ‘Great, another wizard. Who is it now, Harry Potter?’

 You chuckle lightly at this mans’ sarcasm. His quick wit and knowledge of pop culture surprised you.

 ‘This is Otto Octavius,’ Peter started gesturing towards the call your working on. You look up at Otto who is still scowling down at the floor, seemingly in deep thought. Occasionally his scowl shifted towards you, but he would never admit to that. ‘he comes from the same universe as doctor Norman Osborn over there’ Peter continued pointing at the normal-looking man, ‘and the sand guy over there, his name is Flint’.

 For the latter you don’t even have to look up to know who he’s referring to, but for Norman you felt your attention shift from Otto towards his right. You saw Normans eyes were already fixed on you, both Norman and Otto were scientists trying very hard to understand how your magic fit into their scientific knowledge but failing miserably.

 Peter also told you about Max the electric man and Curt the Lizard, but you were already working on the cage again. You thought you had the solution, the wall giving away slightly when your fingers tapped it only softly with a specific kind of energy. You shifted all your focus on that particular energy and without warning shot a bigger burst at it.

 But the wall was more flexible that you anticipated and it just bended.

 The impact made Otto step back a bit, a battle raging in his head once again. The tentacles were convincing him you were trying to kill him, but deep down he knew you weren’t. the constant nagging of the ai made him cranky.

 ‘Dear, if you want me dead you can just bring the wizard back and get it over with.’ Otto says nagging you on.

 If there’s one thing you didn’t like is when people were being unappreciative of your work. In your frustration you shoot a bigger burst of energy at the wall, which once again just bended.

 ‘Woah easy darling.’ You hear Norman say, your brain never actually registering the pet name.

 ‘Why don’t you try ‘alohamora’ while you’re at it?’ Max remarks, getting annoyed by how long everything is taking.

 You shoot him a warning look. ‘If you’d rather stay here, I could listen to Otto here and bring the first wizard back.’ Max shoots his hands up in surrender but moves to the back of his cell to sit down all the same, having no faith in what you’re doing whatsoever.

 ‘You got this, right?’ Peter asks timidly, the comments of the caged men getting to him.

 ‘Of course, I do.’ You shoot back. It was annoying when people started to doubt you, you were clearly pulling your punches here.

 You bend down a bit and let a small ball of energy form between your hands, the ball starts to grow and vibrate more the longer you hold it there. The concentration and power it took made a bead of perspiration drip down your brow and onto your cheek. You could feel everyone looking your way, Peter to see if you were okay, Max hungrily eying the energy ball, Flint and Curt were just looking to see if you’d blow up the whole crypt and Norman and Otto were looking intrigued.

 The last two were both renowned scientist, but this was way beyond what they’d ever seen. The energy you were generating with just your mind and body amazed Otto, he never knew that was even possible and he was an expert in the energy department. The tentacles were giving him all sorts of images, how he should ask you how you did that later on, try and get you alone to talk about your energy, maybe ask you to join him because you were very easy on the eye after all. Otto was losing control again and the actuators kept their and his gaze focussed on you, a feeling creeping up on him he hadn’t felt in a long time.

 Norman was looking with the same interest but was mostly amazed by the possibilities of human potential. When you walked in you looked like a normal girl. ‘A pretty one at that too’ the goblin had added. But Normand tried to force these thoughts down, they were simply inappropriate. Besides, you were only here to break them out, he shouldn’t get his hopes up.

 ‘Alright here we go!’ you yell before throwing the ball at the cage as hard as you could.

 And it broke.

 Of course it did, you were pretty smart and powerful after all.

 The pieces of the wall that shattered immediately vanished into thin air. Otto had covered his face with his hands in case he’d get hit, but that never happened. You felt a bit guilty now for having him as your test rabbit, but then again it was for your own safety. Plus, it wouldn’t be so bad to have him around out of his cage, he was very handsome to look at.

 ‘Who wants out next?’ you say rhetorically, already walking towards Normans’ cage, creating a new energy ball on your way over. You look him in the eyes the whole time, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. He is completely fixated on you, the confident way in which you carried yourself and the knowledge you had on your powers and how to use them made him appreciate you even more.

 ‘Ready?’ you ask Norman when you have the ball ready.

 ‘Ready when you are.’ He answers with a smile. The goblin was making some very inappropriate comments in his mind, and Norman almost told him out loud to shut it.

 Luckily the remarks of the goblin and his own were drowned out by the enormous burst of yet another cell breaking.

 ‘Two down, 3 to go’, you think to yourself.

 The next three cages were uneventful, just you walking up, possibly saying something, then bursting the walls. But by the time the last one of them was out, you felt drained. In fights you usually used bursts of another type of magic because this one could be extremely tiring.

 You didn’t let this show, but you noticed a change in your own behaviour. Your mind was just a bit slower with registering everything that was being said and your witty remarks would come out too slow.

 ‘Y/n, are you okay?’ you hear Otto ask. The gentleness in his voice was new, but not unappreciated. You see him, Norman and Peter looking at you.

 Maybe you weren’t as good at hiding your fatigue than you thought.

 ‘Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit tired.’ You brush them off. ‘Will you be okay, Peter?’ As tired as you were, you still had to be sure your friend wasn’t in over his head here.

 ‘Actually, you could come hang out at the place we’re going. May is driving us, that way you can just sit back and gather your strength before going home. Plus, and extra person looking after them wouldn’t be a bad thing.’ Peter continues, looking towards Curt and Max at the end of the sentence.

 You gratefully accept his offer, not ready to drive home yet, and it was also a lame excuse to spend some more time with the scientists you just met and had taken quite the liking to.

 You, May and Peter were in the front seats of the car and the men you’d just broken out were in the back of the truck. May was driving and Peter sat in the middle so you could lean your head on the window and look outside at the passing traffic.

 In the back of the truck there was complete silence and tension, everyone was constantly looking around as if anyone could pounce at any time. Norman and the goblin were in an internal conflict about you, the goblin trying to persuade Norman you just wanted to come along with this freakshow to get to know them better. She was looking at him, wasn’t she?

 Otto had a similar conflict with his actuators, the short word sparring you just had triggered him in all the right ways. He loved your wit and your powers. He felt something in his chest he hadn’t felt for a long time. It felt like fondness, but with a bit more attraction. He didn’t know what to do. He would never act on these feelings, but with the actuators in control he had no idea what he’d be capable of.

 The drive to Happy’s appartement was short, and before you knew it the truck was halting to a stop in front of a large building, pulling you out of your thoughts. You already felt a bit better now, the drive was very relaxing.

 Everyone went up the floor in the elevator, the silence was sharp as everyone was packed in such a small place. You felt quite vulnerable, standing in front of Norman and Otto. As you were also part of the top ranks of both shield and stark industries by now, you knew the way to the place you were staying at for the time being. You stepped out of the elevator and walked over to the right door as quickly as possible, wanting to just sit down and clear your mind for a minute if possible.

 You held the door open for everyone to step in, May entering first to shut off the alarm as soon as possible, you walked in last, closing the door behind you. Flint and Max went straight for the living room, where you had hoped to sit alone for a bit to charge your social battery. Peter and Norman went for the back room, Norman had immediately offered to help Peter with the cures. Curt was still in the truck, you weren’t sure why. Otto stood in the middle of the room, having some inner monologue with his actuators.

 You stood at the door watching, debating where you would go. Luckily, May saw you and noticed you wanted some time for yourself.

 ‘Hey Y/n?’ she said, gaining your attention. You didn’t notice but Otto was also listening in.

 ‘Yes?’ you answered.

 ‘Would you maybe want to go to the grocery store on the corner to get some food? I don’t think we have enough for everyone.’ She came up with an excuse for you to gather yourself.

 ‘I can do that.’ You said, you still had your coat on and were ready to walk out the door again. ‘Just text me what we need will you?’

 ‘Will do, thanks sweetie.’ May said giving you a knowing look before you headed out of the apartment.

 The door closing behind you made two people in particular look up.

 ‘Is Y/n gone?’ Norman asked abruptly as he emerged from the back room and looked around trying to find you. He didn’t know why it affected him that much. Had he really hoped to speak to you again that bad?

 ‘Just getting groceries.’ Otto answered shortly, he was also disappointed he didn’t get any time with you yet. There were so many burning questions on his mind.

 ‘She’ll be back soon,’ May said, eying both men suspiciously. May had known you too from the time you and Peter were close friends. And even though you were now an adult and powerful woman, she still felt the urge to look after you. ‘you get back to work’ she added pointing at Norman, ‘and you just… stay there and let them work, we’ll fix you up first.’

 ‘Hey! I don’t need to be fixed!’ Otto shouted, protesting already before the fixing had even begun.

 This was going to be a long day.

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Hi! I just read your Norman x reader fic Behave and wanted to tell you how much I loved it! It was so immersive and 🌶🔥🌶🔥 level spicy - definitely an Experience™ from start to finish! I usually don’t go for longer fics but this 6.7k is a masterpiece, truly 😌 I love the nwh villains too (especially Otto & Norman), so many kudos to you 🙏🏼 I’m looking forward to reading more of your work!

Awww thank you so much! I always try and keep things short but somehow everything ends up with 2k or more words haha oops. I'm actually working on a 'choose your ending' fic now which should be done very soon! Options are Otto and Norman (obviously hehe)

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Robe (Norman Osborn x reader)

Word count: 2001

Rating: M 

Summary: Pwp, sub!Norman, slight bondage

(A/n: I defeated my school deadlines, I am back!!)

You walked out of the shower, hair still damp. Your husband Norman was already in bed, waiting for you to join him. When he came home from work, he looked a bit down. He told you they were trying to remove him from his CEO position to sell the company. You felt sorry for him, but there was nothing you could do to help him keep his position. You had made him his favourite meal, offered to join him for a shower and watched his comfort movie with him, but it looked like he was still on edge.

 You knew just what he wanted.

 While he was working his ass off in the lab, you had spend most nights apart. Him spending most of his time either on the lab or at the office, and you spending most of you days at work and nights at home. The bed felt big and lonely without your husband, and Norman couldn’t remember the last time he even slept on a bed, usually he fell asleep on a chair at work or on the couch when he didn’t have the heart to wake you up.

 But now he was home, in his own bed, and he could not sleep. He had missed you, the way his heart warmed up when he saw you. But you had been apart for a long time, and he wanted you. But he was not someone to ask that of you, not after he made you jump through so many hoops already, he wasn’t going to force you to do anything. It had been a long day after all.

 But you had a different plan.

 You knew what your husband needed, and you knew what you wanted from him. Combine that with the fact that you knew he would not be able to sleep right away, Norman always lay awake for hours just thinking about all things life and work while staring at the sealing.

After you shower you put on his red robe, nothing else, before making your way over to your shared bedroom. You bind the robe around your waist with a simple knot and stopped in the doorframe, leaning your shoulder on it while taking in the sight of your husband. Norman was propped up against the headboard. He was laying in bed in just his briefs, his eyes scanning across the book he was trying to read. His brain not taking in any of the words he saw. But he was completely immerse in his thoughts, still not noticing you.

 So, you let out a small cough to get his attention.

 ‘What is it, darling?’ he asks before looking up when you don’t respond.

 And his breath hitches in his throat.

 He thought you were beautiful in any way. Whether you dressed up for some gala, in your casual wear or dressed up for him, any version of you was beautiful to him. But had a soft spot for you in his robe. The silk looked almost as soft as your skin. The clothing was tied around your waist, but the top part had fallen open a bit, revealing that you were not wearing a bra underneath. Norman felt his mouth start to water. He wanted to jump off the bed and get his hands on you, but before he could you spoke up.

 ‘Stay down, sweetie, you’ll be a good boy for me wont you?’ you say swaying your hips when you walked towards his side of the bed. He nodded, words failing him. You take the book out of his hands and place it down on his nightstand, putting a bookmark where he left off. Your eyes never breaking contact.

 You sat yourself down on his lap, Norman let out a low moan and groan when he felt your heat on his boxers and realizing you were wearing nothing underneath his piece of clothing. He reached up to touch your breasts, which were almost falling out of the robe at this point. You swat his hand way.

 ‘No touching honey, not yet. This is about you.’ You lean forward to whisper in his ear. ‘I’m going to make you feel so good, but you have to obey me. Do you understand?’.

 You feel Norman nod. ‘I need you to speak up, baby.’ You coax.

 ‘Yes ma’am’ He whimpers out as your fingers slide up and down his naked chest, your nails raking his skin feeling his muscles jump at your touch, your knees on either side of his hips.

 You sit up straight, swaying your hips a bit to create some friction between you two. You feel his cock harden underneath you. Norman keeps his hands at his side when you move to undo the rope keeping the robe somewhat closed. You dropped the rope on your side of the bed and then leant down to press your lips to him, still moving your hips against his. Your wet core dampening his briefs, and in mere moments he was fully erect.

 The red fabric around your shoulders fell open at your movement, one side sliding off down your arm. You licked at Normans neck, searching for that sensitive spot. When he lets out a loud moan you knew you found it. You attack that spot over and over again, kissing and licking it. His hips were bucking up into yours. You let him do so as you suck a large hickey into his neck. He’d have to cover that up when he went back into work tomorrow. But he loves it.

 The pressure on his neck makes him moan, the noise intensifying when you slide your hand over his chest, your fingers brushing his nipples gently. His hands shoot up to your hips, trying desperately to pull you down onto him harder for more friction. His cock already twitching with need. As much as you loved him touching you, this was all about him. Making HIM feel good, which also satisfied you immensely. You took his hands off you hips.

 ‘Having a hard time following my orders, sweetie?’ you ask him mockingly, stalling the movement of your hips making him buck up into you harder. You let out a soft hum at the feeling. Norman moaned out a soft ‘please’ that made your knees weaker. But you were in control here.

 You tutted at his plea.

 ‘No, darling, you have to behave for me. I think I know just how to get you where I want you…’ your hands moved to your side of the bed, retrieving the rope that had just been around your waist. Norman soon realized where you were going with this and let out a moan in anticipation, holding out his writs for you to take, giving you the consent you needed to proceed.

 ‘So eager… I bet this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Me, tying you down…’ you say whilst finishing the knot around his wrists. ‘to be completely under my control. Tied up so all you can do is watch me while I have my way with you.’ You push the pillows behind him up to the headbord further, so he has enough space to lay down onto his back, then you pushed his hands above his head. ‘Am I right?’ you ask tauntingly before resuming your ministrations on his neck, your hips still not moving.

 Once again, a pathetic moan is all Norman could manage, his hips frantically pushing up into you for friction, but he needed more. He needed you.

 ‘I need you to use your words, baby.’ You whisper is his ear, then you sit back up on your knees and start moving again, just enough to take the edge of the tension Norman felt but not enough to satisfy him.

 ‘Please… please touch me.’ Norman said turning his head away from you, his face full on red by now. You halt your movements for a minute to situate yourself beside his hips to push his boxers off of him, his cock already glistening with pre-cum. He moaned when he was relieved from his confines, arching his back up. He was still keeping his head to the side, face scrunched up In anticipation.

 You put your fingers on his chin, making him look at you. ‘Why don’t you just take a good look darling? Enjoy the view I’m about to give you? That’s what you want, isn’t it?’ you scratch your nails down his chest, making his back arch again. ‘You want to watch my lips around your cock, making you feel good…’ you trailed off as your hand reached his abdomen, you bring your hand up to you mouth to spit in it to lube it up and then you bring it back down, taking his cock in your hand and starting a slow and gentle pace.

 ‘Hhhhhh yes.’ His response was satisfactory, and you moved to kiss his neck, your lips following the path your fingers had made moments earlier, never breaking eye contact with Norman. Especially not when you reached his erection. You stopped your hands movement and started placing small kisses and licks on the shaft, his cock twitching in response. Norman could do nothing but watch as you had you way with him, anything troubling him earlier long forgotten in the heat of the moment. It was just you.

 ‘Please, Y/n…’ Norman crooned out eventually, desperation laced his voice, and his eyes were getting watery with desperation. You took pity on his form and decide that this was enough teasing, and without warning you take him fully in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Norman was not prepared for this and let out a loud moan, throwing his head back into the pillows, his hands grasping the pillow for some kind of stability while you made his head spin.

 Before he got the time to adjust to the heat of you mouth you were moving already, setting a relentless pace. His head shot back up to get a good look, you were kneeling between his legs now, ass up in the air, his robe still hanging open around your shoulders, lips around his cock, and it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. There was no need for him to thrust up into you, you knew what pace he liked and needed and went even a little beyond that. Within mere minutes he felt his orgasm approaching.

 ‘Y/n… I-… I-…’ but his words were failing him. Not that you needed the warning, his cock started twitching hard in your mouth before you felt his salty cum leak out onto your tongue. You move your mouth off of him to swallow, your hands taking the place of your mouth to fully pump him through his orgasm, making the pleasure last as long as possible.

 You let your husband catch his breath for a minute before untying the rope around his wrists, rubbing the sore red marks afterwards to make sure he was okay. Then you take off his robe and put it in the closet. Then you lay next to him, it was very late after all, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier. Satisfying him was enough for you to be satisfied for now. Also, Norman was already half asleep, the last week of short sleeping hours catching up on him. For a minute you think he had already fallen asleep, but when you laid down next to him you felt one muscular arm snake around your waist and his face nuzzling in your neck.

 ‘Thank you, sweetheart, I love you.’ Norman whispered to you in a half sleep-drunk voice, you were just glad you were able to help him relax like this so he could finally get a proper nights sleep.

 ‘I love you too’ you whisper back, turning off the light and putting your hand in his, moving back a bit so you could snuggle into him better.

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Meant to be part 3 (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 3970

Rating: G (FLUFF FINALLY)

Summary: Things between you and Otto become clear during your stay at Happy’s appartement

(A/n: so this whole series was supposed to be a 2k word one-shot. then this happened. Fluff if you make it to the end ahahahah enjoy this final part!

Unbeknownst to you, Otto pondered over the same questions you had asked yourself in the sanctum while on his way to Happy’s place. Was it really this version of you that was his soulmate? In this universe? And the age-gap… you were so much younger than him and you could get so much better than this tentacled monster. And how about when he had to go back to his universe? Could he declare his love for a woman he maybe would never see again?

 Then there was another part of him that just wanted to make the most of his time with you. The selfish part saying he could always take you with him to his universe. A voice in his head saying it all didn’t matter, he just had to chase his happiness.

 He let these voices battle it out in his head on the ride over. The consensus of the voices was that he first had to figure out if you were really his soulmate. Should be easy, right? He just had to check your wrist, if you had his name on your wrist you had to be his soulmate. He also kept thinking about you, feeling an undeniable pull in your direction. Whether it be wishful thinking or not, he thought he caught you looking at him a few times as well.

His affection and attraction towards you had grown with the minute after you met. He couldn’t place why, but everything about you intrigued him. The way you keep yourself cool and collected in the most challenging situations, the way you helped your friends no questions asked, the way you accepted all the people in the dungeon as they were without asking intruding questions or weird looks in their direction.

 Then he remembered your question from earlier. You asked if he had a family too, back in his universe. Why would you be interested in that? And why were you in such a hurry to cover to a simple tattoo on your wrist? Tattoos were for showing off, right? Unless… His mind kept him occupied until they arrived at the appartement. He was fantasizing about what would happen now. Was his name on your wrist the reason for you covering it up? If so, did you not want him?

 But he never became insecure. The voices in his head telling him to find out if it was really you and then just make you his were overpowering his own thoughts. Even with his actuators being restrained by Peters Bluetooth system, the blue light emitted from them showed a glimpse of red now.

 The ride was silent, Peter and May rode in the front while Otto, Norman, Curt, Flint and Max rode in the back of the van. No words were exchanged as everyone was weighing their own options, getting ready for whatever would happen next in the apartment.

 You heard the lock of the door twist and immediately you stood up, ready to welcome the new guests in the house. Peter walked up front with Norman, Otto, Max and Flint following, Kurt had opted to stay in the car for the time being. When Otto walked in the room you felt your heart flutter. Damnit! Were you really catching feelings for him already? The way his determined gaze looked around the room was mesmerizing, this man knew exactly what he wanted. If only you could figure out what that was.

 When he sees you, he stops for a minute. You give a small wave and a ‘hi’, but he just furrows his brows and looks away. Fuck, had you misinterpreted things?

 ‘I’ll be in the back room with Norman working on the new chip, it shouldn’t take too long!’ Peter called out before heading over to the side room. Max and Flint moved to the living room, Flint sat down as Max started up the tv while they were chatting away.

 You stood at the entrance to the back door, listening to Peter explaining to Norman what was going on.

 ‘So, the inhibitor chip was designed to protect his higher brain functions from the AI but, as you can see, the chip is fried.’

 You look in Otto’s direction, he was staring at the tv from a distance, his back turned to you. His coat was still on, but you could see the chip in question peek out above it. It kind of resembled a broken light bulb.

 ‘So, in stead of him being in control of the arms, the arms are now in control of him. Which explains why he is so miserable all the time…’ Peter continued. You felt pity for the man. So, some horrible accident happened while he was trying to provide a sustainable energy source for the world, then these tentacles were fused to his body AND he didn’t even have full control of his mind all the time? You could only hope Peter and Norman could indeed fix his situation that quickly.

 You wanted to help, but there was nothing much that could be done. You were an expert in computers, sure, but not in human anatomy. There was no way you could help Peter and Norman with the chip. Max and Flint were sitting on the couch, drinking soda you had set ready on the table and talking to each other. At first you wanted to join them, but you also did not want to disturb them.

 Your eyes moved back to Otto, who was just standing there. Occasionally, he muttered something under his breath. It looked like he was talking to someone, or something. It was probably the AI generated voices in his head. You could only guess what they were talking about. But at the same time, you did want to get to know him a bit better. You tapped the actuator around his waist gently to get his attention. Despite your efforts to make it a gentle movement, it still startled him and he turned around.

 ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you I just…’ you stopped for a moment to rephrase, his intense gaze caught you off guard. ‘would you want something to drink?’

 He looks confused. Like he had not expected such hospitality. The actuators keep convincing him that this new chip would make him weaker. That you were all scheming against him. That you were not his friends. And that, especially if you were his soulmate, you should’ve done something too to try and stop Peter from making this new chip. But you didn’t, that put you on their side. And right now, the actuators were in control.

 He looked down at the ground, and you were sure he was just ignoring you. You felt slightly hurt, and you were about to turn around, when he finally responded.

 ‘Yes, a drink would be nice.’ It came out as a whisper, as if he was ashamed to admit it. You cracked a smile at his nervous behaviour, not thinking much of it.

 ‘Well, what can I get you?’ You ask while moving back behind the kitchen board.

 ‘Just some water will be fine, dear.’ He says, the nickname slipping out again without him even noticing it, but you did. Your heart fluttered, but your mind kept telling you it was just a habit of his. He says that to anyone, you’re not special. You turn on the water and fill a glass for him before handing it to him.

 His eyes met yours as he said a small ‘thank you’, and for a minute you see his expression softening, and you take it as an invitation to keep talking to him.

 ‘So, are you excited about finally getting those voices in your head to quiet down?’ your question was blunt, but it was the only thing you could think about at the moment. Peter and Norman were working silently in the room next door, and you were wondering if they may be close to a break through.

 ‘I can’t even remember what it felt like before.’ He answers honestly, looking down at his glass. His brows furrowed again trying to remember what it was like before, but it felt like a dream you can’t quite remember.

 ‘So, you don’t have a soulmate mark in this universe? I could have sworn that wasn’t just a tattoo on your wrist.’ Otto throws at you. His question matches the boldness you just expressed, and his expression seemed a bit darker too. He awaited your answer in anticipation, his expression unreadable.

 ‘Yeah, well, we do. I just…’

 ‘You were allowed to ask us about our lives, seems only fair you tell us, or at least me, a bit about your lives, right?’

 Your eyes widen, you had never expected him to be so blunt about this. You never had the time to think about what to say to this. Otto watches with amusement, quirking up one eyebrow as he watches you struggle to form a sentence.

 ‘I just never had the time to really commit to the whole soulmate thing.’ You say. It was a lame excuse, trying to hide the fact that you had only just found out it was him. you wanted to tell him, just not now, with everyone around. Maybe later on, if only you could take him apart. This lie also covered the fact that you were too stubborn to admit to yourself that you really wanted to find your soulmate, no matter how much you had told yourself it wasn’t such a big deal.

 Otto saw you were lying but didn’t call you out. The voices in his head were getting louder, calling him an idiot for letting your remark just sit there. Telling him to just grab your arm and check your wrist. Or even just bluntly ask you. He tried to fight them off, but they only became more insistent. They were just plain rude. He wanted to brush your words off, but the AI got in the way of his words.

 ‘Your soulmate isn’t that important to you, then?’ He intended it as a question, but it came out as a snap. Your face hardened, not expecting this jab at all. You were just trying to make some small talk, had you done something wrong? You know the actuators make him grumpy, but you weren’t sure if this too was a side effect of that or not.

 You decide it would be best for you to leave. ‘No, it is, I just don’t like it being taken for granted.’ You spat back, then you walked off to the room you were staying in.

 ‘Shit’. Otto muttered to himself. Why did he say that? You never meant any harm, why would he make such an assumption about you if he barely knew you. The voices in his head were talking back at him, saying you deserved it for not helping him and letting Peter and Norman create the chip. But somewhere in the back of his mind he heard his own voice, telling him he fucked up. Telling him if he didn’t apologize to you, he might have fucked up his ultimate shot at happiness. And for what? For four stupid arms attached to his back who wanted to gain more control.

 ‘WE GOT IT’ Peter shouted, snatching up the chip from the fabricator and running into the living room.

 ‘Y/n! A little help please?’

 The moment you heard him shout you stopped in your tracks, having almost reached your room. You walked toward the counter again. Peter was already halfway up the stairs.

 ‘Can you send him up, please?’ Peter asks. You silently tap the screen, watching as the actuators move up so Ottos head is level with Peter, so the latter had the best possible access to doc Ocks’ neck.

 But then the tentacles took over again, feeling panicked and attacked, lashing out like a cornered wild animal. You listened to the empty threats coming from Otto, and you were now sure it was the actuators who had made the jab at you, not Otto.

 It took some wrestling, but at the end Peter got the chip on. Otto gave everyone a small heart attack when he shut down for about 20 seconds before his body rebooted, the AI system now completely out of him mind. He was back in control. You clicked the screen again, giving him back control of the actuators and watched as he lowered himself down to ground level.

 The first person he saw was Norman, his old friend. His face lit up in a smile, and this was the first genuine smile you’d seen from him. It was not like the small smile he’d given any of you earlier. He looked liberated.

 Then he turned to Peter to have a moment, and you realized your place. You decide to give them some more privacy by moving to the living room, turning on the tv to relax a bit more. By the time you look away from the screen it had gone dark outside, and the house was quiet. You had some time to think about everything for yourself. How much has changed now without the AI? Does Otto still remember everything you talked about? What is his opinion in relation to you and your possible soulmate-ship? What about the age gap?

 You felt tired, looking at the clock you see 1 am staring back at you. You decide to head to bed. When you opened the door leading to the bedrooms you almost got scared to death. Right on the other side was Otto, who looked just as tired as you did but he was heading towards the living room.

 ‘Otto, jeez. Why are you still up? Something wrong?’ You ask, trying to make some light small talk.

 ‘No, nothings wrong I just,’ you see something is bothering him, so you take him to the kitchen, pouring him another glass of water and setting it in front of him. ‘without the actuators talking to me all the time I finally had some time to think for myself.’ Otto starts, taking a sip from his glass. ‘I believe what the actuators were saying to you this afternoon was right.’

 Oh, this was rich. What a terrible start. You should’ve just gone to bed. But before you could say anything to retaliate or walk away Otto continues.

 ‘But this is probably because you haven’t met them yet, am I correct?’ he asks. You look at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he really is going where you think he is going with this comment.

 ‘Yes, that’s right.’ You say, eying him curiously.

 ‘Well, whoever it is should be a very lucky person, you are very kind, darling.’ He says casually, taking another sip of his drink.

 You feel your heart sink. He really is not it, is he? You feel yourself starting to tear up a bit.

 ‘Thank you. I’m sorry, it’s late, I should head to bed.’ You say as a lame excuse to get out of there, though you were actually getting tired too.

  ‘Wait up a minute, I want to apologize for earlie-’ Otto grabs you by the wrist as you turn to walk away. You want to hear him out, but you also felt hurt. You turn around when he stops mid sentence, his eyes are focused on something else.

 ‘What’s the matter?’ you ask, not even bothering to follow his gaze.

 You probably should have though.

 He holds your wrist up higher, and you stare at the exposed name on it.

 ‘Did you know?’ he asks, searching your eyes for any indication of you lying.

 ‘… Yes.’ You say reluctantly, feeling embarrassed. He looks so shocked. Either he hadn’t figured it out yet on his part, or it really isn’t him. Either way this was not how you planned this to go. Not that you had a plan, but this wasn’t it.

 The silence that followed hung thickly in the air, neither of you knowing what to say. Your heart dropped, seeing his still shocked expression.

 ‘I’m sorry, I should go…’ you say. You tried to blink away the tears forming in your eyes, but it was hard. Rejection was hard, especially when it came from the man who you thought to be your soulmate.

 ‘No, please, I have a question.’ He says. You stop in your tracks, having broken free of his grip just then. You were two steps away from him, you turn to look back at him.

 ‘What do you want to know?’ The burning in your eyes becomes a bit more bearable, just looking at him. He too looked vulnerable, and it put you at ease. His brows were furrowed in thought, the gears of his brain turning fast to try and make sense of what was happening, if any of this was real. Without the tentacles his mind was much clearer, and the practical part of his brain knew he had to be sure if it really was you or not.

 ‘How long have you had that name on your wrist?’ He didn’t want to say ‘my name’, not yet. He would feel humiliated if it turns out the corresponding names on your wrists were just a coincidence and he’d made a fool of himself. But your age looked about right to what was on his wrist, and the name was also correct. He had to shoot his shot, no matter what you’d say next.

 ‘This morning it was still a number.’ You breathe out, your heart is beating out of your chest by now.

 ‘And what was that number?’ Otto was sure his mind was about to explode, his heartbeat speeding up. Please, he thought, convinced if this checked out, you were actually his soulmate.

 You hesitate for a moment, though you’re not sure why. You’ve dreamt of this moment ever since the number showed up on your wrist, even if you were reluctant to admit it due to the age difference. You wanted nothing more than to find them and be with them. Could this really be the person you were looking for?

 ’43.’ You say at last, your ears ringing with adrenaline. You were nailed to the spot under Ottos’ intense gaze, his brown eyes immobilizing you. His expression doesn’t change, the gears in his head still turning. You are looking in his eyes, trying to make sense of his thoughts.

 Then he figures it out. You were really the person he had been looking for.

 You were his soulmate.

 It snaps in his mind and before you register what is happening, he takes one big step towards you, grabbing you by the arms and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, not wanting to startle you. You quickly unfreeze and place your hands on his chest. For a moment he thinks you were going to push him away, and he was about to break the kiss and step back. But in stead you grab the lapels of his coat and pull him closer, reciprocating the kiss and putting all your pent up emotions into it.

 You both had been looking forward to this for so long. His hands move to your back to hold you closer to him, and your hands move up to his neck, placing one arm to rest on his shoulder while the other scratches his neck softly.

 And everything fell into place. this was where you were both meant to be. As the need for air grows you break the kiss, resting your foreheads against one another. For a moment everything was just perfect. You both were sure now that you were each others’ soulmates.

 Your head was still in the clouds when Otto pulled back from your embrace, gently lifting your hands from his neck. He was reluctant to let you go, but the doubts in his mind were overshadowing the joy of the moment. You were a bit surprised by this, looking him in his eyes. His brows furrowed again, and he looked a bit… sad?

 ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have overstepped like that… it’s not my place.’ he tries to walk away from you while muttering his apology. Now it was your turn to stop him.

 ‘What do you mean? Otto, we’re soulmates! I tried to find you for some time now. We could at least give this a shot, right?’. He has his head down to avoid your gaze. You were so much younger than him, he felt like you were out of his league by all accounts.

 ‘Don’t you want to be with someone who is more around your age? You can get so much better than…’ he gestures around to himself and his actuators ‘than this.’

 As he says this the actuators start chirping at him. They may have no control over his mind, but they sure had minds of their own, and they were not about to let Otto give up this easily. You chuckle at the way they are poking at him to chirp some sense into him.

 As Otto gets distracted arguing with his actuators, you take a step towards him and place your hand on his arm. His turns to look at you, startled you’d even dare come that close with all the actuator up and looming around his head. His brown eyes look down into your eyes, surprise and curiosity visible on his face.

 ‘I know we just met but, you’re my soulmate, and I really want to give this a try. That is, of course, if you’ll let me in.’ hope sparks in your eyes as he cracks a smile at your words. His hopeful expression warms your heart. You could really see yourself loving this man.

 He hesitates a bit too long and his actuators give his back a nudge towards you, his arms instinctively moving forward to steady himself but landing at your waist instead.

 ‘I think your friends agree with me.’ You smile up at him, and he smiles back. He still is a bit hesitant about making a move, so you grab the hair on the back of hid head and pull him back down for another kiss. This time he fully leans into it, grabbing onto your waist to pull you in as close as possible.

 He deepens the kiss, and you let him in without wasting a moment. Everything felt right with this moment. Your hands roam his broad chest, your hands move to shift off his coat, the actuator helping you pull it all the way off. His hands kneed at your waist and hips, the need to be closer becoming more apparent. But it has also been a long day. Both of you were really tired and just satisfied with how things were at the moment.

 There was only one loose string for tonight, you could worry about the different universes tomorrow.

 ‘Uhm, if you want, you could stay in my room tonight? I mean, I have a double bed and I imagine that would be much more comfortable than the spare mattress on the ground, especially with your…’ you motioned at the tentacles on his back. ‘with all respect of course, and if you don’t want to that is fine too! I don’t want to push you to-’ your rambling was cut off when Otto pressed a soft kiss against your lips. Your mind was racing like some school girl in love, it felt weird to have your head spinning like this.

 ‘I’d like that very much, darling.’ He says. You take his hand in yours as you both head towards your room to get ready for bed. The domesticity of the moment filling you both with joy.

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Ahh Meant to be pt 2, was so good can't wait for pt 3. Writing was accumlate just came to pop in to let you know <3

Thank you sm hun! Part 3 will probably be up either today or tomorrow. I just tested positive for covid so I have to stay home which gives me more time to write hehehhe

[expectos-writings]

Meant to be part 2 (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 2834

Rating: G

Summary: You try and get to know a but more about Otto before dropping the bomb, but things don’t go according your plan...

(A/n: part 2, also nwh spoilers, I am testing yalls patience and am once again proving that I am incapable of writing short things

After your bathroom visit, your attitude shifted. The adrenaline of the shock you got from your discovery coursing through your veins. When you walked back towards the basement your mind was reeling. All thoughts about school were forgotten when you thought about your current situation. There was no way you were going to tell him about this. You only just met him, and he hadn’t made a great first impression.

 To you, Otto seemed short-tempered, grumpy and not interested in any of this soulmate stuff. The first two could be explained by him being warped into another universe. The last, you could be wrong about it of course because you hadn’t said anything on the topic to him. The real question still remained whether or not the soulmate system was the same in his own universe as well. And if you do decide to say something, would he think of the age gap between you as a problem?

 You expected you would feel grossed out, the age gap was quite apparent. But something deep inside you was glad to have finally found the person you had been looking for, even if he was the embodiment of a grumpy old man. You were sure of one thing, you were not going to tell him. not yet, at least. If only you could get a glimpse of his wrist without him seeing it or noticing your gaze.

The distraction lifted your spirits, and you went back towards your computer with your mind buzzing with new thoughts. You re-opened your laptop without a word and started searching for the other presences you were told about. Ned and Peter were on Neds computer and MJ was on hers, doing the same as you. You searched the recent news tabs of google, some social medias and some news sites. There were a lot of disturbances and events, but not anything related to the spell Strange had cast. It got kind of boring, non stop refreshing of the news sites and nothing coming up. You decide to search this man who was supposed to be your soulmate once more, but nothing popped up.

 And even if you did get the chance to tell him, he probably had his own life back in his own universe. It felt like it was not your place to mess that up. So you get back to your task. For what seems like hours all four of you search the internet, finding nothing or only false leads. It was quiet in the basement too, the only noises where the occasional grunting from the two villains, the whirring of the actuators keeping Otto in place whenever he tried to move and the four of you exchanging words from time to time to keep each other updated.

 Then, at long last, Ned was the one to speak up. His voice laced with excitement as he found a page filled with people calling in about some guy floating around in some forest. The four of you crowded behind his laptop but within minutes you were sure this was also one of the people you were looking for. Peter went to put on his suit, quickly giving instructions before swinging out to find the source of commotion.

 MJ and Ned were tasked with helping him find the exact location of the floating man, and you were assigned to keep searching the internet and keep an eye on the two already caught villains. MJ and Ned moved to the room on ground level, not wanting to excite the villains any more nor distract you from your search. This left you alone with Curt and Otto.

 It took Peter quite some time to fly over, so there was just regular conversation on the radio next to your desk. If things went south, you could chime in via the device. Your eyes trailed from your laptop to Otto. If only you could just tell him what you’d discovered… You looked him over, he was actually really attractive. He was tall, his dark locks curled on the top of his head. You feel yourself spacing out, just admiring his face but not seeing anything. You never knew how long you were spaced out for, but a cough from the man you were looking at brought you back to earth. You felt your cheeks warm up, he caught you staring. Damnit.

 You quickly avert your gaze back to your laptop, acting as if nothing happened. But he would not let you get away with that so easily.

 ‘You know it’s rude to stare, dear?’ he says in a soft voice. Your head snaps back up at the pet name. It was probably some form of habit for him to use it, but to you it was anything but usual, especially with what you knew. You try to come up with some form of excuse, not wanting to drop the bomb just yet. Rephrasing, not READY to drop the bomb just yet.

 ‘Oh, I wasn’t… I was just… wondering…’ you say, unsure where you were going with this.

 ‘And what does that mean?’ he half-snaps, half-asks. It’s almost like he wants to continue the conversation but something in him is stopping him at the same time…

 ‘Well, if you’re from another universe… what else is different between these universes? Are some things the same? Are some people maybe even the same?’ The thought of another Otto Octavius existing in your universe has crossed your mind, maybe because he was from another universe it was enough to change the age into a name on your arm, but he didn’t have to be the one.

 ‘Well not all people are the same. Your Peter Parker is not my Peter Parker for example.’ You look up at him as he talks, his expression looks softer than before, he actually looks like he wants to talk about this.

 ‘But, like, even though they are different Peters they did the same studies, led very similar lives AND share the same name, right?’ You ask him, curiosity getting the better of you. You wanted to get him to talk about himself, to get to know him better.

 ‘Yes, I suppose so, where are you going with this?’ he asks, matching your curiosity.

 ‘Then why can’t I find anything on you on the whole internet? It’s like, you never existed in this universe…’ you say, slightly disappointed you hadn’t found anything about an Otto Octavius in your universe. ‘Both of you!’ You quickly add, trying to make it sound less stalker-y.

 Otto, being the smart man he is, sees right through you. A smile creeps onto his face, he likes your curiosity. Being a man of science, he believes willingness to discover things is a wonderful trait not all people posses, but you seem to be showing a great deal of it.

 ‘So, there was no professor in your universe who accidentally blew up his lab trying to recreate a small scale sun to provide an unlimited power source to the world and got four metal appendages melted to his back at the same time?’ He asks dryly.

 You let out a small chuckle, his blunt statement caught you off guard.

 ‘No, I think I would’ve remembered a news story like that.’ You watch him as a small smile creeps onto his lips as well. The tense atmosphere in the room seems to have been diffused. Curt remained silent, and it looked like he was fast asleep in the back corner of his cell.

 ‘So,’ you continue, deciding to press your luck a bit further, ‘What else did you do in your past universe? Besides causing explosions.’

 He chuckles again, and you immediately grow fond of the sound, wanting to hear more of it.

 ‘I used to work at Oscorp, with Norman Osborn. I did some teaching on occasions… that is about it.’ You heard that name before, wasn’t that the man he believed to be dead but was sighted on the bridge earlier? His answer doesn’t provide the answers you were hoping for.

 ‘So how about your sun-project, what happened?’

 ‘I miscalculated… Normans son, Harry, funded me for years. But the demonstration went wrong. Then with the help of these actuators I rebuilt the machine, but bigger. Spider-man was trying to stop me, I had him by his throat when…’ his voice trailed off.

 ‘When what?’ you tried to get him to keep talking.

 ‘Then I was here…’ he said, looking around. You could almost see the gears in his brain turning, trying to figure out how he had magically transported from that moment in space and time to this one.

 ‘So, you have a family too? Like Osborn?’ you try and sound as nonchalant as possible, your eyes lazily shifting between him and your laptop.

 ‘No, I was too busy with my project to ever look for things like that.’ He brushed your question off, not realizing this was exactly the answer you were hoping for. Could this really be your soulmate then? Your eyes sparkled with hope, but he was to lost in his own words to notice, his eyes still looking around his cell. His brown eyes looked big, he looked a bit like a lost puppy. ‘My machine… it was gone, disappeared into nothing.’

 ‘I’m sorry to hear that, we are doing what we can to fix this.’ You say. The realization dawning on you that he would have to go back sooner or later. A wave of sadness rolls over you, and you turn your back to him trying to hide your tears. He was too busy to notice anyways.

 The noise coming from the radio on your table gets louder, voices are shouting back and forth. ‘Left! No! Right!’. You turn down the volume a bit, reaching forward over the table to do so.

 ‘Wait!’ You hear from the left cell. Apparently, Curt has woken up too.

 ‘Good morning to you too, sir’ you say, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

 ‘Your wrist, is that a tattoo, or a soulmate mark?’ His question catches you off guard. The colour draining from your face. Now what not the time for the villain in the second cell to find out about this. You decide to bluff.

 ‘Just a tattoo, why?’ You try to sound calm, but the panic was quite evident in your voice. Both scientists ignore it, however.

 ‘Well, in my universe, your soulmates age is on your wrist until you make eye contact, and it changes into their name. Of course, in lizard form mine isn’t visible,’ he chuckled dryly ‘I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting mine yet, it just says ‘40’’.

 Of course, age appropriate.

 ‘We have that too,’ Otto starts, and he starts rolling up his sleeve. ‘but I also haven’t been able to find mine yet. Though I’m pretty sure mine is wrong, there is no way my soulmate is twenty-o-’. Otto’s expression was unreadable as he stares in shock at his wrist. ‘Well I’ll be damned…’.

 ‘What’s up, doc?’ Kurt asks, and you feel a warm glow engulfing your face. Shit.

 ‘It says ‘Y/n’.’ he says, looking around the room. ‘I looked her in the eyes, and never realized it was her…’ Otto says, his head dropping.

 You realize what happened then.

 You never introduced yourself!

 He has no idea…

 The room goes silent for a moment, Otto wondering how he once again overlooked such an important thing, and both Kurt and you too afraid to break the silence. The only noise heard was the radio emitting soft noises op people frantically screaming, the volume was set way down.

 Then the whole room shook, and all 3 of you were rudely taken back to the here and now, when an enormous tree was suddenly dropped into the third cell.

 What the…

 Ned and MJ run down the stairs.

 ‘Everyone okay?’ MJ asks quickly. All three of you answer yes and you move up from your seat, standing by MJ and Ned. ‘What was that?’ You ask, pointing towards the tree in the basement.

 ‘Peter found two other men, is all we know. We are waiting for him to beam them in here, but his first shot went straight through one… these are both different men than the one on the bridge.’ MJ continues.

 Some time passes and the radio silence continues, Peter was too busy rounding up the two guys to respond to you at the moment. Then after moments of nothing, the next man was beamed in. He looked angry, electricity shooting from his fingers making the lights in the room flicker. You look up to the lights, which soon stabilize and resume their emittance. When you look back down the 5th cell was also occupied, by a man made of… sand? Could this day get any stranger?

 Peter called in after that to ask if all the people he beamed in are there, which you told him was the case. The villains started talking amongst themselves, some of them appeared to come from the same universe and were catching up with each other. Otto stayed silent, not knowing any of them it seemed. The sandman also stayed quiet, occasionally looking over at Otto but never saying a word.

 You, Ned and MJ decide to move on with the internet searches. The man on the bridge was still on the loose.

 You didn’t get much time to search, when Peter showed back up with another man.

 ‘Guys, this is Norman Osborn, the man from the bridge.’ He introduced you all to him. you were weary at first but decide that in this state, Norman is not a threat to you. He shook your hand to make introductions but got distracted when he looked into the second cell, a flash of recognition crossed his face.

 ‘Octavius?’ He spoke to the man with his back turned. Otto spun around like he had seen a ghost.

 ‘Osborn?’ he responded, but his mind was struggling to catch up.

 ‘What happened to you?’ Norman asked, referring to the whole tentacle situation his friend had going on.

 ‘What happened to-, YOU’RE the walking corpse!’

 Confusion ensued. But it quickly became clear that 3 of the 5 guys in this dungeon should have been dead, at least at some point in their respective universes.

 Strange came back at that point, and without even letting Peter speak he shot Norman in a cell of his own. You didn’t want to send the guys back like this, especially if this Otto really is your soulmate, it wasn’t fair. It seems Peter thought the same thing, because as Strange was about to reverse the spell he took the box. Their fighting ended up outside but when you came out there to watch and try to help, they were nowhere to be found.

 You walk back in to MJ and Ned.

 ‘So, let’s say Peter manages to get the spell and gets a shot at curing these guys, where do we go?’

 ‘Aunt may already offered up her appartement when she met Norman, we could go there.’ MJ offered.

 ‘Maybe you could already go over there? You could disable the security cameras so Happy won’t find out!’ Ned said.

 While you were a media student, you knew a bit of basic coding. You and Peter did it from time to time. Without further arguing you left the sanctum, desperate to get away. There were too many villains and one of them was probably your soulmate? You weren’t ready for that conversation with Otto. He was pleasant to talk with, but you didn’t want all those prying eyes looking at you when you had this conversation with him. It was, after all, only a matter of time before he would find out your name…

 You walk over to Happy’s place, shutting down the security system without to much trouble before sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. The daily bugle was on with some weird report on spider-man. Though usually their conspiracy theories were way off… this time they were actually really close. ‘Spider-man aids the notorious new villains in town.’

 Your phone suddenly rang, it was MJ.

 ‘Y/n! Did you get everything set up?’

 ‘Sure did! Peter get the spell?’

 ‘Yes, he trapped Strange in the mirror dimension and all, we’ll tell you later. Peter will be there soon with the guys, get ready.’ She says. You thank her for the info and hang up waiting around for the guys for a bit longer.

 Meanwhile Otto’s mind was reeling. As he was walking towards the van, he overheard MJ calling you. When you answered the phone, she said your name… he couldn’t remember exactly but it sounded familiar. You racked his brain, but he could not place it.

 That is until he sat down in the van.

 And he looked down at his hands.

 And there, on his wrist, it was again.

 ‘Y/n’

 ‘Shit…’ he muttered to himself.