TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
Warning: CONTENTS EXTREMELY HOT - Some kinky explicit shit ahead folks ;)))))
{Chapter Twenty-Eight}
Time passed, as time often does. Slowly but surely, both of you were able to heal; and while that didn’t mean you were any less affectionate with each other, you both felt as the heavy weight of that night be lessened and lessened with each day.
With Christmas and New Years passing you by….You were even beginning to be able to sleep in the same bed as Octavius without having nightmares! (that kinda sounded bad, but hey, the victory was what mattered)
With Otto being still somewhat of a wanted man still, he had taken more or less permanent residence in your apartment. But despite the questionable size of the apartment, you both managed.
And just like that, he became routine in your life: Just in a new way.
Instead of coming home to an empty apartment after your new grocer job, you were met with either the smell of food, the scratching of pencil on paper, or stray crackle of tools (You had told him almost a hundred times you didn’t want him using work tools inside….)
But even with the challenges that came with the new addition to your dorm, particularly with stuff getting knocked over by the doctor’s children, it was still lovely having Octavius around.
Especially the Octavius you knew and loved.
However, as school started back up again….you were starting to see Octavius less and less.
Sure, he’d help with homework when he could or make sure you were eating a little bit better than microwavable kraft macaroni, but he wouldn’t be at the dorm waiting for you like you were now used to.
Of course you weren’t saying he wasn’t allowed to leave, he was a grown ass man after all (a man at least 30 years older than you at that), but it did start to bother you.
Whenever you asked about it, he had said that he was meeting with one of his friends (Toomes was it?) to get his stuff from his old place.
Okay, that was reasonable, if you were in his shoes you’d want your stuff too: But then it would change to just meeting with him to discuss a new project, and then it was helping with his friend’s work……
Even more worrying was whenever you were trying to be affectionate with him now, whenever you dared even get near his stomach or chest area, he’d flinch away.
It hurt you: Especially when he’d never give you an answer.
You certainly didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but surely after everything…..
In all honesty, even if he was seeing someone else, as much as it made you angry and hurt, you were willing to try to hear him and work it out. You managed to forgive him for nearly killing you on multiple occasions, so if that wasn’t loyalty (to almost a fault you wondered….), then you didn’t know what was.
What made matters worse, was you didn’t ruin the few moments you did get to spend with him after school or work with your questions…
Either Way, something was going to have to change though, because you just couldn’t stand another night in a cold bed.
It had been a particularly exhausting day at school today, working on a group project as well as multiple three plus hour long lab sessions, and you just wanted to go home. To your luck, you bet a dime a dozen that, like always nowadays, Octavius wouldn’t be. But really you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
With a sigh, you trudge your way down the hall to your dorm, turning the unlocking and turning the knob on the door.
However even in your exhaustion, your eyes still narrow suspiciously at the fact that the dorm was completely dark. No matter how long you were gone that day, you always kept at least one light on for Octavius.
Slowly making your way into the dorm, you feel around blindly for the light switch, a heavy weight beginning to grow in your stomach.
Finally finding the switch, you squint slightly at the sudden light.
As the lights were flicked on, you see Octavius standing in the middle of the room, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
But the longer you looked, you felt as your bags dropped to the floor.
His actuators, his metal girdle–They were gone.
“I’m sorry for being so secretive as of late and while I’m sure you have your doubts, I just wanted this to be a surprise….With my friend’s help, I…I was able to make the metal belt and arms detachable.”
Though that warm familiar smile making its way onto his face, you can see a twinge of nervousness in them.
“Again, I apologize with being gone recently and not communicating with you, I just–”
Before he is able to even finish his sentence, you run to him, jumping into his arms with a laugh. Timid smile breaking into a hearty laugh, he holds onto you securely, spinning you around.
“T-That’s great, I’m so happy!!! You d-don’t have to be in so much pain anymore! You can finally heal!!!”
Burrowing your face into his plush neck, all your insecurities and fears melt away as his scent washes over you.
Even though he was more or less reformed, you had personally seen the toll that the arms had taken on his body. Whether it be the countless nights you’ve stayed up with him as he suffered muscle spasms, or comforted him as he cried from the sheer pain his back caused him (which you were sure was chronic now), or having to do simple tasks for him because his hands would stop shaking.
“I know my condition has become somewhat a burden for you, I just hope now that I can start being less of a bother for you and give you as much as you have-”
Eyebrows furrowing, you instantly stop him.
“Your condition is not a burden, Octavius. You’re hurt and maybe that means that you need a little extra help: That’s nothing to be ashamed about. The fact that you’re finally on your way to getting some real help is what I care about.”
Searching your gaze, he sighs, squeezing you tighter.
“You are too good to me, my dear.”
Placing a gentle peck on your lips, you can’t help but smile into it.
Being placed back on the ground once more, your eyes grazed over the doctor’s sweater clad chest.
With that corset-like metal brace, he was even bigger, flesh now truly free to extend out to its natural girth. The consistent (maybe more fattening than entirely necessary) meals you had been making sure he was eating probably was responsible for the sudden growth as well.
Sensing your gaze, he can’t help but shrink slightly. As uncomfortable as the belt was, it was a protective barrier he had gotten used to. And while you had certainly helped him feel more confident, the restrictive metal had helped as well. However now you were seeing him in his actual size, a size that he had noticed had grown somewhat since before the accident.
“Can I see?”
Those beautiful eyes of yours were looking up at him again as he could feel your hands already at the hem of his sweater.
As much as he wanted to say no, to stay in this comfort zone without having to be vulnerable in front of you, he could only sigh.
“If you would like, Yekiratì….”
Heart fluttering, you bite the corner of your lip.
Slowly pulling the fabric upwards, you feel a dark blush rise into your cheeks.
Thick long pink scars wrapped around his midsection and you could see exactly where the metal brace had sat with the indent under his floating ribs. Stretch marks peppered his sides as his love handles circled to the front to form a paunch roll under his stomach. Eyes roaming up higher as you rode the piece of fabric upwards, his doughy middle served as a resting place for his sagging chubby breast.
To put it simply: He was a large man.
And you loved it.
Dragging your eyes away (which was extremely difficult mind you), you search his gaze for any hint of discomfort or hesitation.
An embarrassed pink hue tinted his cheeks and ears as those honeyed eyes avoided your gaze.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
With the amount of scaring, you could imagine the area would be even more sensitive than the chest area usually was. As much as you wanted to ravage and explore the doctor’s body right then and there, you wanted to make sure you weren’t pushing him too much.
After a few seconds of silence, Octavius closes his eyes.
“Y-Yes”
Voice breathy and timid, you could tell he was getting hot under the collar just by your eyes being on him.
A sweet encouraging smile pulling at your lips, you gently bring your palms to his soft stomach.
The instant your hands made contact with his skin, he melts. Even with insecurities still pulling at his brain, he found himself biting his lip to prevent some very unbecoming sounds coming out.
The warmth and gentle grazing of your fingers across his tender damaged skin alone nearly drove him to insanity.
Kneading and squeezing, your hands roam up the fold of his sides, he is nearly shaking.
He’d never been touched like this while looking like this; and while he had never been what would be considered fit, he certainly never would have imagined someone finding his fat aged body attractive.
Watching as the high and mighty Dr. Otto Octavius squirmed and trembled under your touch was delectable. You’d be lying to say reducing such an imposing man to putty beneath your fingertips wasn’t a huge ego boost.
But as satisfying a feeling it was, you hoped more so that Octavius would understand how much you found him attractive: You wanted to be good to him and you wanted him to feel good.
A soft hum vibrated your throat as you tugged on the gathered sweater at his neck, guiding him to the bed like a dog on a leash.
Wet eyes wide and confused, he lets himself be guided.
He was always the dominant when it came to things like this, so he barely had any idea what to do with himself now that he was on the receiving end. While the man in him told him to take control, in this moment of weakness he decided to ignore it.
It was embarrassing how exciting and arousing this new change of pace was.
Gently pushing the older man onto the bed, your hair rose with tension and the heat that seemed to fill every corner of the room.
Crawling on all fours now, you backed Octavius all the way up the bed.
Chest rising and falling, he feels the wall suddenly push against his back. Mouth opening and closing slightly, he finds that he truly doesn’t know what to say.
Though one thing was certain: He wanted to feel your touch.
Finally closing the gap between you, he gives you a cheeky smile, those soft dark curls framing his face.
Pressing yourself up against his slightly hairy chest, you smile back at him as together you peel the sweater fully off. Discarding it to the floor, you look back at the man through your lashes.
He felt his skin was on fire, burning hotter than a thousand suns. Tugging at your chin, he pulls you into a slow deep kiss.
While he wasn’t stealing the show entirely, he was afforded a little wiggle room, wasn’t he?
Chuckling slightly, you let the doctor have his fun, gasping slightly as you feel the slight tug at your upper lip as it was caught between his teeth. Your core churned and tingled as his tongue flicked at the inside of your mouth.
As much as you were enjoying the feistiness though, you weren’t quite ready to give up control just yet.
A string of salvia stretching between both of your mouths as you part, you can feel him try to pull you back in.
A mischievous wink is all the doctor is afforded as answer for your sudden retreat as you lower yourself down.
Eyes widening his mouth is made dry as his dilated pupils follow you like a hawk.
Fingers dragging up his clothed inner thighs, you painfully slowly pull them apart to make a place for you. Eyes sparing the growing bulge a glance, you move your hands up to either side of his doughy midriff.
Thighs twitching needily, he lets a throaty moan as he feels your soft lips against the scar just above his belly button. It takes all his self control not to just mewel and moan pathetically as you pepper every single scar with a chaste kiss.
Body responding wantonly to his noises, you ensure every single blistered mark was given its due attention.
Chest rising and falling erratically, Octavius whispered your name like a dirty curse.
Body stalling out slightly from growing heat inside you, you pull away from your perch and situate yourself on his lap.
Draping arms gracefully over the older man’s bare shoulders, you lean your forehead against his with a shaky exhale. Both of you were sweating now.
A tender sigh exiting from Octavius, it tickled your skin like blue velvet.
“Yekiratì…”
Not breaking eye contact with him, you press your hands onto his shoulders as you guide him downwards.
Obediently following your direction, he’s now looking up at you.
While the fever of lust still filled his veins, it had tempered out into something more innocent.
How had he been so lucky in finding some like you? Someone that was able to still love him despite every time he fell; or how imperfect he was. While he was not one to believe in the things of the metaphysical, like fate; science being his only religion. You somehow stirred up that black and white view.
Devotion couldn’t be inspected under a microscope or fabricated in a lab. Love couldn’t be pulled apart to a molecular level or explained by a formula. This feeling he had for you was more than just the primitive evolutionary need to procreate.
Expression loving and dazed, you move yourself on top of Octavius, perching yourself carefully over his stomach and ribs.
Lids closed, in the darkness you focused on the feeling of your thighs spreading and moving as Octavius breathed in and out. Essentially riding his stomach, soft slightly giving flesh tickles the inside of your inner thighs and core.
Opening once more, you lovingly look down at the doctor beneath you. Responding to your gaze, the older man moves his large paws to your hips, massaging them gently between his digits.
“Ani ohev ot-akh…”
Mind foggy, while you don’t understand what he is saying, you can’t help but blush at the tenderness conveyed in his whispered words.
“What does that mean…?”
Lowering yourself once more, the tip of your nose nuzzles Octavius’s
Fingers tangling in your hair, he wets his lips
“It means……I love you….in Hebrew”
You never knew you loved or thought Hebrew was sexy, but you certainly did now.
Hands resting on his chest, you edge your face closer.
“Will you say it again…..”
The smile line in his weathered face stretches as his smile widens.
“I will repeat it as many times as you would like, my dear….You must only ask.”
Blinking slowly, you bat your eyelashes at him, a cheeky smirk making its way to your lips.
“Please repeat it…..Daddy~”
Brain frying, the burning desire from earlier leaped up in him like an unquenchable fire.
Even in the moment, even you knew that was exactly what you were playing with here: Fire.
While caught off guard in the moment, it's quickly replaced with a sardonic grin.
Like the door being opened to the cage of an animal, he moved with sudden and predatory precision.
The next thing you know is you’re under Octavius, wrists captured in his large hand above your head. Mouth instantly drying up and hanging open, a deep crimson takes over your entire face.
You can feel the comforting weight of his stomach on top of you, but you can’t take your eyes away from his domineering gaze. Those chestnut curls creating a shadow over his face, his crooked teeth are bared in a fanged smirk.
Eyes lazily grazing up and down your small form, he looks back to you, pausing.
“Do you want this?”
Frazzled and caught off guard, the sudden break in his predatory tone encourages you to answer.
“Y-Yes”
You can’t help but smile as excitement washes over you.
Nodding silently, he gives you a few seconds of silence to say otherwise.
Seeing no hesitation, that same dangerous smirk pulls at his lips once more.
“Now sweetheart, I need you to choose a safe word for me…..”
Tightening his grip on your wrists, he licks his lips in anticipation.
Honey or venom, in their consistency they were one and the same as it dripped from his guttural growl.
Wracking your brain for something to say, it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything other than the man above.
“U-um, uh, s-sweater..?”
Seeing the discarded piece of clothing on the floor, the word came out of your mouth faster than you could think.
Taking a moment to think about how out of the words you could’ve chosen, you chose something as innocent and unassuming as “sweater”, he chuckles darkly.
How cute.
“Now. You had your fun toying with me earlier, now didn’t you~? For that, someone is going to have to be taught a lesson. Don’t. They.”
Tone dark and demanding, you’re practically shaking from arousal and confusion. So many things and emotions were happening, you thought you would burst into flames out of embarrassment.
“Y-Yes”
Voice shaky, you didn’t even know if he really wanted you to respond or not.
Judging by his thick rising eyebrow and autocratic gaze, it seems that while he was pleased with your answer; it was missing something.
Oh truly he was going to be the death of you. Your cheeks could only burn so bright before a blood vessel burst or something.
“...Yes..D-Daddy.”
At that a satisfied hummed laugh filled the air.
“That’s what I thought.”
And with the stage set and the prey cornered, you were at Octavius’s mercy.
TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
{Chapter Twenty-Nine}
Eyes narrowing, you yawn with a groan.
It felt as if you had run an entire marathon, just to reach the finish line to be catapulted into a brick wall.
Okay maybe that was a LITTLE dramatic, but still….
Memories of last night flooding your foggy mind, you couldn’t help but blush. To say that Otto was an animal in bed would almost be an understatement and you could definitely feel it. (Don’t be fooled by his age or size, that man has fucking stamina for days)
Shifting slightly, you feel the older man’s bare body pressed against yours; arms possessively wrapped around as his head chin was tucked securely over top your head
Rolling your eyes and smirking, the firm bulging pressure pressed against your ass did not go unnoticed either.
Despite your physical exhaustion, the warm Sunday sunlight filling your room couldn’t help but make you sigh. Just a lazy Saturday morning spent with your love.
What more could you ask for?
After some struggle, you were able to wriggle your way to face Octavius, schooching yourself upwards.
Looking upon his sleeping face, a warm tingle crawls its way across your body.
He always slept so peacefully and he looked quite like a puppy whenever he was.
Pudgy cheek squished slightly against the pillow, his growing stubble scritched subtly at the pillow case as his chest rose and fell.
“You know it is rude to stare, little one…~”
Chocolate eyes opening suddenly, a playful smirk played on his lips as he squeezed you closer.
Had he been awake this whole time?
Sticking out your tongue defiantly, you push against him.
“You were awake this whole time, weren’t you?”
A low rubbing chuckle vibrates his chest as you’re pulled upwards as he flips over on his back, situating you on top of his chest.
“Hmmm…..Perhaps~”
Yawn stretching his mouth, he looks up at you with lulled eyes. Rising and lowering with his breath, you rest your head on your hands, looking back at him.
Tilting his head slightly, while he was fairly confident in his abilities….it had been a while.
“Did you have fun last night?”
Moving a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles hopefully up at you.
“Of course! You were…..Well…..You were amazing….”
Mouth creasing into a nervous line, you avert your gaze from him.
“It…..It was my first time, so I hope I was able to make it fun for you too…”
As embarrassing as it was (despite not knowing why you were embarrassed), Otto really had been your first time. With all the teasing and joking your friends did with you though, you couldn’t have been more thankful for the condoms they had gotten you as a gag gift.
Eyebrows furrowing, Octavius couldn’t help but gape at you. Had he really been your first time? As much as that boosted his ego to be the first, his stomach couldn’t help but twist worriedly.
While there was nothing wrong with being rough, he wished he would’ve known this before so that he could’ve been more gentle and slow.
“I-I didn’t realize–You should have said something. While I will take your word for enjoying it, I would’ve preferred your first time being more gentle and romantic.”
Cupping your cheek, he’d be lying to say he didn’t feel a little guilty.
He should’ve been slower, he shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable and jumped you like he had, he shouldn’t have just assumed-
“Hey, no really, it’s okay! I meant what I said when I said it was wonderful. It was exciting…..I mean, you seem to have a habit of making things exciting, so it suits you.”
Walking your fingers up his chest playfully, you hoped that he’d stop worrying about things.
Watching as your fingers make their way upwards, he can only sigh, the knots in his stomach slowly detangling themselves.
Gently taking your hand into his, he kisses it.
“Well, I must say, you learn quite quickly: Smart and receptive as always~”
Heart thumping quicker, he still couldn’t help but smile knowing that he had the privilege of having you first.
Laughter like church bells, he feels you jab his arm gently.
“Though I will say….for someone so “innocent”, you certainly like to push the envelope with your little….Stunts.”
While tone remained sauve, heat began to pool southwards at just the mere remembrance of when you had called him that devious little name.
Mischievous smirk pulling at your lips, you were sure you looked like the cat that ate the canary. You knew EXACTLY what he was referring to…..
“Well as a scientist, you must know theories are only good if they are tested. I was only taking after you~. Plus, we both know how you like my “pushing”.
Now it was his turn to be flustered.
“T-Theory?”
He didn’t know what was more embarrassing: The fact that you had suspected he had that certain “preference” to begin with, or the question of how long you had this little theory.
Tensing up, his eyes flick around as his face begins to glow.
Oh how you were enjoying this little showing he was putting on for you.
Finally meeting your gaze once more after regaining composure over himself, he narrows his eyes.
“You. Little. Minx. You enjoy toying with me, don’t you?”
Gasping in faux indignation at such an accusation, you bring your hand cheekily to your mouth.
“......Hmmm perhaps~”
Mimicking him, you move your hand away to reveal a rebellious smirk.
Half tempted to come up with some witty counter, he settles with a little laugh.
Your fiery wit and energy was why he had fallen in love with you to begin with. (Amongst many other things of course)
Glancing over to the forgotten rose bouquet on your desk however, his eyes widened as his breath caught.
With getting wrapped in, well, last night; he had completely forgotten….!
“Um, though one thing that I forgot to mention last night. I-I actually made reservations for dinner last night for dinner. If you are up for it, I can call to reschedule it to tonight.
Internally groaning, while it was guaranteed that he could get it rescheduled, his ego was not very pleased with the fact that he had to admit to said contact that he was right about last night.
Eyes widening, a rush of heat runs to your face.
“O-Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your reservation-”
Despite your guilt, your heart still soared at the thought of Octavius taking you out to a romantic dinner.
“Dear, it’s completely fine….A good friend of mine has contacts there: Rescheduling is no trouble.”
Sighing at him, you kiss the tip of his nose.
“You certainly seem to have a lot of vague “friends”.”
While you weren’t particularly suspicious about what friends he had, it was really none of your business anyways, you just thought it was funny you were just now hearing about the apparent bigger social life he had.
Mouth creating a pensive line for a few seconds, he wets his lips.
“You happen to meet a lot of people while working at Oscorp.”
Sinking into him more, you enjoy the soft sensation of his fingers dragging up your spine.
His tone was vague and somewhat distant.
Hmm. Weird…
You’d have to ask him about it later.
Right now you just wanted a shower.
Squirming in his grasp, he gets the message and gently places you back on the bed. As you try to get up, you can’t help but hiss.
Oh yeah, the whole marathon getting slammed against a brick wall thing.
A protective wave came over him as he put a gentle hand on your side.
“Are you alright, Yekiratì?”
He really had done a number on you.
“Yeah-Yeah, just sore”
As you try to roll out of bed, you feel those strong arms around you.
“Here, I don’t want you straining yourself.”
Easing himself up, he cradles you in his arms.
Eyes grazing your naked body, he coos.
You’re such a beautiful thing and the fact that you had allowed him to share in such a special part of you only fueled his protective desire for you. You were strong and you had taken on so much and kept your head held up high. You were perfect for him while also pushing him: Being able to keep up with him as well as running ahead. The fact that you had let him mark you made his chest puff up.
“Now who said staring was rude again~?”
Despite the cheekiness in your voice, you couldn’t help but avert your gaze and look down at yourself.
He really had his way with you…..bite marks and bruises peppering your neck, stomach, sides, and inner thighs like kisses.
Smirking to yourself, you could already picture getting “even“ with him.
Feeling the feathery sensation of Otto's lips on your head, you decide to leave those thoughts be….For now anyways….
Padding his way to the bathroom, he hugs you closer, a humored warm smile pulling at his lips
TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
{Chapter Twenty-Five}
Watching as Spider Man shot into the sky and swung away, you turned back to the unconscious man beside you.
It was cold, extremely cold.
Though exhausted, you move yourself over to Octavius's head, gently pulling it into your lap. Even sopping wet, his hair was soft.
It was quiet.
Until a soft groan met your ears.
Eyes flicking downward, you laugh in relief
“O-Octavius!”
Scooting back slightly, you watch as the doctor slowly rights himself (not without the help of his arms of course)
Blearily looking around, his eyebrows are furrowed, wrinkles emphasized in a confused frown.
Eyes suddenly widening, he whips his head back to you.
The color blanching from his face, he looks in horror at the dark ugly purple and green bruises that lined your neck.
He did that.
He did that to you.
Heart ceasing to beat, he can only sneer at himself in disgust.
He was still a monster and destroying his machine did not change the damage that had already been done.
Sensing exactly what the doctor was thinking, you smile reassuringly.
“Hey-Hey, it’s okay. It’s over…I’m okay”
How could he let himself do this to you?
Fat tears began to well in his eyes, threatening to overflow.
“I almost killed you….I would have succeeded if he hadn’t stopped me..”
His words came out in a quiet breathless whisper as looked away from you.
He felt like he suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, barely being able to move.
Lost, oh how lost he was.
Looking down at his now shaking hands, he felt his fight or flight reflexes grind into gear.
He was terrified of himself.
Wide eyed and dazed, you could practically hear the thoughts racing in the older man’s head.
“O-Octavius, it’s okay, everything is ok-”
Before you could say anything, he was suddenly right in front of you, on his hands and knees grasping your hand in his. You nearly jump back at the sudden motion, desperately trying to slow your heart beat.
It was okay…..This was Octavius…You didn’t have to be afraid.
“I-I’m sorry—I’m so sorry. What I-I’ve done to you—I can’t”
Graveling at your feet, his body trembled as he pressed his face against the ground.
You can’t help but frown as you place your palm on his back.
“It’s okay, y-you don’t have to apologize: I understand, I-”
Whipping his head up at you, the look in his eyes squeezed your heart.
“No! N-No, what I-I’ve done c-can never be remedied. What my creation–No. I’VE done. It’s inexcusable!”
Letting go of your hands, he scrambles back from you, eyebrows furrowed.
“But it’s o-okay, together we can work through th-”
You try to reach out to him.
“How could we–how could YOU possibly work through this??? What I did to you….T-Therapy is the least that you will need after this! You’re so young and I have forced you to do and s-suffer through things….things that no one, let alone someone as young as you, should ever have to go through! I’m despicable! I’m selfish and h-horrible! And I-I-I deserve to be at the bottom of the river along with these monstrous things!”
Slowly lifting himself up with his mechanical arms, they hiss and screech as he looks towards the river.
Stomach dropping, you rush to your feet, closing the gap between the both of you.
Grabbing onto his hand, he only lowers his head in shame.
“I-I will never forgive myself for what I’ve done…..”
Seething through bared teeth he squeezed his eyes shut: He can’t even bear to look at you, your kindness carving him open like a knife.
“But you don’t have to forgive yourself now and……and while I can’t forgive you yet, I know I will with time. We just need time. We need time to work through this…..Together.”
Timidly meeting your gaze, he can only let out a choked cry.
“How….How can you even consider still loving a monster like me?”
Though he wants to pull away from you, he knew he couldn’t bring himself to. No matter how much he knew he needed to leave, he just couldn’t with you looking at him like that.
Tears pricking at your own eyes, you could only hold onto his hand like your personal life line.
Lowering himself back to the ground, it was as if the whole world slowed around you.
Eyes locked with his, you push yourself closer to him.
“I-I’m not good for you….I don’t want you to hurt yourself and force yourself to love me…..you need to find someone who is like you so that it is easier-”
His words only decrease in volume as you both get closer and closer to each other.
Now eye to eye, your noses are practically touching.
“I don’t want easy…..I want you.”
Grabbing the lapels of his leather jacket, you gently pull him forward, your lips pressing against his.
While calloused and chapped, the feeling was still pleasant.
Gasping in surprise, he could feel his heart thump so loudly against his chest, he half expected it to jump right out into your hands.
The surprise and confliction only lasted a moment, however, as he relaxed into you.
Moving his hand to cradle your head, he deepens the kiss, his large nose nuzzling against yours.
Oh how long he wanted to touch you like this….
You were soft like silk under his wanting touch. Starved so long for affection and love, you were like the sun peaking through the turbulent storm of his heart.
You meant more to him than you, or he, would ever fully realize.
After everything he had done, you had waited for him.
He would make you wait no longer.
Pulling you right up against his soft chest, he moves his large hand under you, pulling you up.
Following his lead, you drag your hands through his hair. Months of sexual frustration and relief being conveyed through movement of your lips with his. While he was more experienced than you were, you didn’t really have a problem with him taking the lead anyways.
You felt weightless….truly weightless.
Finally you could say Octavius was yours, and him the same.
That in itself felt like a tremendous weight being lifted from your shoulders.
Finally breaking away with a shy smile, you lean your forehead against the doctor’s
“Yekiratì…..”
While bittersweet, a smile still found its way on Octavius’s face, his eyes crinkling slightly at its intensity.
Using one of his metal arms to support you, he moves both of his hands to either side of your face, tracing your cheek with his thumb.
Hesitating for only a moment, he speaks.
“Tell me now that you want this, and I promise I will devote myself completely to you.”
While his voice was soft, you could hear the hope in his tone.
Moving your hands over top of his, your fingers lace in between his.
TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
{Chapter Twenty-Six}
As cute as the moment was, however, that was broken slightly by the fact it was fucking freezing. And while Octavius had a giant metal harness housing the AI and hydraulics to power his four metal arms around his stomach to keep him warm, you did not have such a luxury.
“My dear you are shivering an awful lot, and as much as I enjoy staying here with you, I feel getting you home so you don’t get hypothermia would be ideal.”
Trembling like a leaf and teeth chattering, you’re barely able to speak.
“R-Really? W-what g-ave y-you that i-idea?”
However even in your stubborn quippiness, your cold blushed face gets brighter at the new nickname.
“M-My car is j-just oVER!”
Right as you were about to begin walking to the car, you feel your feet suddenly leaving the ground.
Whipping your head towards the man responsible, you’re only met with a sly smile.
“I can walk ya know…”
Despite the comment, you were already getting comfortable in the older man’s arms, wedging your head into his neck.
“I am well aware of that, Yekiratì.”
Voice a light with loving playful coo, he turns his head and places a kiss on your forehead.
While you said you could walk, you never said that you necessarily wanted to…..
Both making your way to your hidden vehicle, it becomes increasingly obvious fitting the doctor in the car would be a lot easier said than done. Even without his whiny children to take into consideration, the doctor wasn’t exactly a small man.
“Um….are you….comfortable…?”
Wow did you feel stupid asking that.
Legs spread uncomfortably wide while pushed against the dash, his actuators had somehow wormed themselves in back or pressed against the roof.
“Um, well…..I would be lying somewhat if I said that your car is, um, slightly smaller than what I’m used to.”
Shifting slightly, an awkward smile pulled at his lips as annoyed hissing could be heard from the back.
“.....I’ll just make sure to drive carefully!”
Though you couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it all, you really didn’t want your new boyfriend (could you actually call him that now…?) to break his knees or fly through the windshield.
Luckily your trip back to the apartment did not result in the permanent disfigurement of Octavius’s legs, and after ten minutes of trying to detangle and squeeze the poor man back out of the car, you both took your separate ways to get to your room (guess it worked out for him that you STILL hadn’t gotten your window fixed)
Unlocking the door, you were met with the surprising sound of running water.
“I hope it's alright that I started a bath for you. With how much you were shivering, I thought that maybe some warm water might help in warming you back up.”
Walking out of the bathroom to meet you, Octavius’s chocolate eyes looked expectantly at you, hands wet from testing the water.
You couldn’t help but smile at the cute gesture.
“Well don’t use up all the hot water: You’re not the only one that I think would benefit from a bath~”
Pushing past him with a playful nudge, you couldn’t help but giggle at the offended gasp your comment elicited.
“Are perhaps implying something, dear?”
Though he turned to stare back at you with a scolding look, there was no real maliciousness to his demand. However, watching you pick out some clean clothes, his confidence did began to shrink slightly. Would it be weird to suggest what he was planning on asking? He certainly didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or push you in anyway.
But oh how he wanted to show you how much you meant to him. Especially after everything, he wanted to do anything he could possibly do to make it up to you.
Looking back at the metal tentacles prepping the bath for you, he felt a light blush beginning to burn his ears and cheeks.
“...Yekiratì?”
Finally deciding on what fluffy socks you were going to wear, you nod.
“Yes my dearest~?”
Smiling to yourself, while you were joking, you couldn’t help but still feel giddy being able to say it.
There was a long pause, and you were half tempted to glance back at the doctor to see if he had heard you.
“I was wondering if you wouldn’t perhaps mind if I…..Help you. You’ve been through quite a lot, and I just thought that just being able to relax would help you feel better. If you would prefer, you could still keep your, um, undergarments on while I am in the bathroom with you–Though do not think you’re under any obligation to say yes, I completely understand if you would prefer me not interfere-”
The doctor continued to nervously ramble on, however, you couldn’t even focus with the growing buzzing and crimson blush overtaking your entire body.
To be perfectly honest you were so ill prepared for a suggestion like that, you didn’t even know what to say.
You were flattered, you were caught off guard, but most importantly; You were nervous
As your inner tension grew, so did the internal Insecurities bouncing around your head.
“I-I’m flattered-um–Sure! I-If you’re um, cool with doing that.”
No. You weren’t going to let your fears ruin this moment.
While you had been in nothing but your bra and panties in front of other men before, those men weren’t Dr. Otto Octavius.
Stopping mid-rant (which you were sure if you hadn’t intervened where you had, the older man would have been halfway out the window by now), Octavius’s eyes crinkled in a shy smile.
Despite his teeth being somewhat uneven and crooked, you quickly began to realize how endearing they were.
“O-Of course…..pampering you is no burden. But here! You can get undressed in the bathroom and you can tell me when you’re ready for me to come in.”
Voice soft and gentle, he briskly commands his actuators to leave the bathroom so you could have some privacy (as nice as watching would be of course), moving to the side so you could get past.
Briskly walking through to the door, you couldn’t help but avert your eyes.
Fire hydrants got nothing on you.
Finally exhaling as you close the door, you deposit your dry clothes on the sink, before peeling off your own sopping wet ones.
Trying to control your blush when lowering yourself into the pleasantly warm soapy water, you find it only got worse. (Getting in the tub with your bra and underwear still on was weird in itself)
Dr. Otto Octavius was going to help you bathe, like you were some kid or something.
Despite the imagery though, the gesture itself was incredibly sweet and cute, which made the whole “trying to compose yourself before said man comes in” thing even harder.
It was such a weird trivial thing and anytime any guy had even suggested anything like this before, you could tell there were ulterior motives.
Not that said ulterior motives were necessarily bad, just that not only did Octavius clearly not have any, but that the tone he had used suggesting it had been completely foriegn to you.
Though while you certainly could run circles around yourself all night, the warm water on your frigid skin slowly dissolved the will to engage further in such things.
While intimacy and uncertainty scared you……maybe just letting go and enjoying the moment wouldn’t be so bad.
Closing your eyes, they were only opened at the sound of muffled inquisitive chirping and whirring.
“Shush, leave her be.”
While the words barely made it through the door to you, you could recognize that firm tone anywhere.
With a laugh you wondered what the actuators had been saying.
If they had actually said something, you might have to ask later about how that even worked.
“Y-You can come in now!”
With a gentle click, the door opens as Octavius peeks his head in.
Despite a blush making its way to his own face, his dimples are emphasized with a fond affectionate smile.
With one his children carrying a stool in, he tried his best to keep them well behaved.
You didn’t have to know that any angle or visual that they picked up, he in turn saw.
Smiling up at the doctor, you stop yourself from instinctually covering yourself up. Then again, now that you were looking at him, you quickly realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt either. And judging on his body language, he seemed like he was a little insecure and nervous too.
With the stool set down, the older man slowly sat himself down at the foot of the tub, squeezing some shampoo into his large hands. Lathering it up between his digits until it forms a delicate foam, he looks to you.
“May I?”
Averting your gaze at the sweetness of his tone, you only nod and sit up.
Reaching out to you, you feel his large calloused hands begin to massage the shampoo into your hair.
It was quiet as he worked your hair, the only sound being the placid splash of water or the stray actuator squeak.
Closing your eyes, you lean into his touch, the relaxing sensations making your scalp and temples tingle.
Chest welling up, the older man savored every moment like it was his last. There was something so fulfilling and rewarding about taking care of someone you loved like this: Such a simple mundane part of the day being taken over by someone out of care and gratitude. Each soft drawn out hum that came from you only made him fall in love with you all over again.
He was taking care of you. He was providing for you. What more could he ask for?
Cupping water in his palms, he gently rinses out the foamy suds, using one of his metal arms to grab the loofah and soap from the shower caddy above.
Now moving on to your body, he gently scrubs around your shoulders, back, arms, and sides.
It felt as if your skin was alive with electricity with every touch as he got lower and lower.
He was much closer now, and you could feel his humid breath on your back as worked on cleaning you from the back. However, ever the gentleman, he never went lower than the water.
“Are you still comfortable? Is there anything you need?”
While breathy, his tone was innocent in its desire.
Smiling to yourself, you decided there was one thing you wanted…..
“There is one thing…”
Trailing off, you turn back to look at Octavius.
Face instantly alight, he pulls the loofah back to himself, poised over the edge of the bathtub as his mahogany eyes looked attentively at you.
In the fluorescent light, his dark curls were visibly still damp, pooling around his slightly wrinkled face. Double chin much more visible at this angle, the pudginess faded into his worked shoulders. Leaned over, his upper stomach paunch hung over the metal girdle, hairy pale chest resting on the gathered flesh.
While his body had flaws and imperfections that came with age, the true humanity of it made it all the more welcoming and sexy. While the “perfect” male figure was chiseled and finished, those bodies seemed almost inhumane in their unattainability.
But in all his imperfection, Octavius was perfect in your eyes.
Pulling your arm out of the water, you took his free hand into yours and tugged.
“Would you join me?”
Meeting your gaze, you could see the uncertainty in his eyes fading as a shy blush peppered his face and bare chest.
“If…If that’s what you would prefer.”
Metal claw snatching up the loofah, another the bench, he stands to his full height.
Kicking off his shoes and placing them neatly at the door, he undoes his belt and starts pulling down his pants.
While you tried to look away to give the man some privacy, you couldn’t help but peek every now and then.
Finally struggling out of his already tight pants, his bare hairy legs and thick thighs were completely free.
You try to look away before your eyes move too dangerously close to the prominent bulge in his boxers.
Folding his clothes and belt neatly on the sink, he moves over to the tub, already seeing that you had moved forward for him.
He didn’t even know what to do with himself at this point.
For someone who had been around as long as he had, this surprisingly was a first. But then again, you had been a lot of firsts in his life.
Using his metal arms as support, he gently lowers himself behind you. A gasp exiting his mouth as the warm water surrounded him.
As he situated himself, you gently push yourself in between his thighs, his hair tickling your legs slightly. Just letting you take the lead, he lets you guide his hand and the scrubber to your bare chest. A soft hum rumbles through the larger man's body as you do so.
Understanding your silent direction, he takes to cleaning your chest, stomach, and legs like he had your back.
Head finding its new resting place in the crook of your neck, he methodically moves to your inner thighs, finger pads tracing the soft flesh as he goes.
Finally finishing up with you, you swivel yourself to face him, gently taking the scrubber from him and beginning to clean his chest. Looking down for a moment at your working hands, he looks back at you from under his thick eyebrows.
“I should be taking care of you, not the other way around.”
However, he really couldn’t deny that the personal attention wasn’t nice.
Chest gently rising and falling with each breath, you sneak in a touch or a squeeze here and there, however nothing too extreme.
You weren’t entirely sure where this fell on the intimacy scale, but you liked where it was all the same.
Legs now draped over his, you tuck your chin on his firm shoulders, scrubbing his back. Gently, he wraps his own thick arms around you, pushing you flush against his chest.
Enjoying the feeling of your chest against his, he couldn’t help but close his eyes.
Eventually the both of you do realize sitting in lukewarm (at best) water wasn’t ideal and wash off quickly in the actual shower. Spending the better part of the night cleaning and drying his tentacles, you pop his pants and boxer in the washer and dryer.
Yeah….that was awkward for both parties
But with dry and clean clothes acquired, the both of you were finally able to finish up the last wet sections of his arms.
“So, I heard you like….talking to them earlier. Do they talk to you? And if so, is it their chirps or something else.”
Pulling down once more on the tentacle you had been working on drying, this once seemed to make its mission to make the entire process as difficult as conceivably possible.
Looking up from the claw current nestled in his lap, he can’t help but chuckle slightly at your antics.
“Yes, they do talk. I would say while I somewhat understand the sounds they actually make, they speak more to me in my mind as they are able to access my higher consciousness. The noises seem to serve as a vehicle for emphasis as it is–Also I apologize for him, he tends to be the more rowdy of them all.”
Ah yes, and you know their names now!
The one you were currently working with was Harry, and then there was Larry, Mo, and the one the doctor was working on was Flo.
Tuting as Harry twists out of your grasp defiantly before you’re able to let go of him, you just sigh and place your dirty towel on your bedside table.
Sitting on the bed, you flop down on your back, sticking your tongue out at Mo as it snaked over and looked down at you curiously.
“Well, do they talk to you alot?”
It is silent for a time as Octavius lets out a deep sigh.
“Yes….they talk often. I suppose that is one of the reasons why I acted the way I did….before. Their constant chatter was something to get used to and with my already compromised and agitated condition…..”
Lifting your head slightly from the bed, both you and Mo look back at the older man as he finishes with Flo.
You can’t help but think he looks older: Even though you went through a lot, so did Octavius.
“...I’m sorry. I never even thought of that”
Sheepishly leaning yourself up against your elbows, you throw him an apologetic frown.
Searching your gaze for a moment, he only lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. Getting up from the desk chair, the bed sinks in as he sits down next to you.
“It’s nothing to be sorry about….I did this to myself and it is my responsibility to make sure that my condition doesn’t affect the things around me: It is simply something I am going to have to learn to live with.”
Turning to you, he gives you a somewhat shy smile.
“And perhaps with my guidance and you, my dear, learning might not be so bad.”
Stomach fluttering at this, you meet his gaze.
“You sure are laying it on thick huh? You butter up all the people you almost kill like this?”
At that you nudge the doctor jokingly.
Color blanching from his face, the actuators seemed to curl in on themselves slightly.
“I–It was a joke, I promise. S-sorry, I make jokes to cope s-so uh my bad-”
Before you’re even able to finish, you feel yourself being pulled in Octavius's soft lap, arms protectively wrapping around you.
“I know….I know…”
Wedging your head under his, he interlocks one of his hands with yours.
“But regardless, I want you to that I am sorry and that I-”
Shushing him gently before he finishes, you turn your head up, placing a quick kiss on his soft jaw line.
“I know you are…..I really do and I don’t want you to hold that over yourself: You have already proved it. We just need time”
Looking back down at you, the color slowly returns to his face as his thick brows unfurrow.
TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
{Chapter Twenty-Seven}
Wrapped up safely in his arms and lap, one of the actuators stretches and turns on the TV. Cheesy Christmas rom coms playing in the background as he brushes your hair out. As you both just enjoyed each other’s company, you couldn’t help but snuggle back into him. It was cute how much of a caregiver he was.
However, as the night drew on, so did your exhaustion. After the fifth yawn in a row, Octavius can’t help but squeeze you in his arms.
“I think it's time for a certain someone to get someone to get some much needed rest..”
Patting your head and placing your brush on the bed side table, you feel the familiar feeling of metal wrap around your waist as he lifts you off him.
As much as you knew he meant well, you couldn’t help but flinch at the cruel reminder the movement caused.
“I hope I would not be intruding if I stayed?”
Placing you down on the ground in front of him as he got up as well, your mouth pulls into a stiff smile.
Instantly seeing the change in your demeanor, his brows knit together in worry.
“Please, if you would prefer that I go, tell me: I’d rather you be comfortable-”
“No it's okay! Really, it's fine!”
Waving your hands frantically, you still can’t help but feel nervous.
His children chirping and tilting their heads along with him, he can’t help but be a little perplexed at your behavior.
“If you are sure….But is everything alright? I feel I have somehow missed something.”
“No-No, you didn’t do anything…”
You’d be lying somewhat saying that, but that wasn’t what you were really worried about now.
Tilting his head down further, he tries to catch your eyes as you look away from him. Determined to get to the bottom of this, he brings his hand to your chin, gently tugging it up to face him.
“Then what is wrong? Because you are clearly distressed by something: You can tell me anything you know….”
Following their father’s lead, the actuators encircle you slightly, chirping and whirring quietly as they studied you.
Trying to focus on the doctor’s warm gaze, it was hard when you could see those pinpricks in your peripheral vision.
As much as you had repeated the line to Octavius, you wish healing didn’t have to take time. You loved Octavius and wanted to trust him fully, but those memories held you back, which made what you wanted to say even harder.
“I want you to stay….but….I can’t sleep with you.”
Well okay, that’s definitely NOT what you were trying to say: And judging but the crimson blush that came over the older man’s face as well as his eyes getting as large as saucers, it came across that way.
“OKAY that came out really wrong–I-In the future I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you like THAT–I mean that’s s-something we would have to, like, talk about of course and whatever and now I’m getting off topic, b-but that’s not what I’m talking about right now-I mean like “sleep-with-you” as in like sleeping next to you, uh, in the same bed ya know and even though I wanna do THAT now, I just a-am still a little nervous about everything and even though I trust you and love I just d-don’t think I can do that right now even though I-I really want to.”
Were you even being coherent anymore? You were getting so out of breath that you couldn’t even tell.
However, with the slight fall in Octavius’s face while listening to you made you feel even worse that he was actually able to understand it. Flicking his eyes away from you for a second, he meets your gaze once more.
Was he….smiling at you?
“I very astute woman once told me that “we need time” and that “we” includes you. I am just glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me this…..I know….I know this isn’t easy for you.”
It felt as if his stomach was tying itself into knots.
It was selfish really to feel upset that you weren’t quite comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as him yet. While everyone was human and emotions would do as they pleased, the fact that you had even been affectionate with him at all earlier was a wonder in itself.
As much as he wanted to hold you in his arms where he knew for certain you would be safe, he could only protect you so much when he was the object of your fear.
As much as it hurt his heart, you were more than worth waiting for and being patient with.
“I-I’m sorry, I feel like I’m being so stupid-”
If only he knew how much it hurt you to admit it too.
However before you’re able to pull your face away from him in shame, you hear a quiet shushing as the tentacles move slowly back behind their master.
“Never be sorry for needing time to heal, Yekiratì..”
Dropping his hand from your face, as much as he wants to continue to touch you, he wants to show you how committed he is.
Melting slightly, your heart flutters in your chest.
“Thank you….”
It comes out as a mere tentative whisper but in response a light chuckle could be heard rumbling through Octavius.
“You’re welcome.”
The cheeriness coming back to you, you meet the older man’s gaze with a mischievous one of your own.
“I have a cot I can pull out, but you’re getting the bed because there’s no way in hell that I’m letting your old-man-back go through that.”
Thick eyebrow raising at this, he narrows his eyes at you.
“Maybe I do have an “old-man-back” but what kind of man would I be to force a lady out of her own bed.”
Mimicking him as he crosses his arms, you pop your hip.
“Well maybeeee this lady doesn’t need you to be all mancho manly and whatever.”
Mimicking you now, he pops his hip out as well, a crooked smile playing on his lips.
“Hmm, somehow I believe that you are lying in that statement.”
Chirping in a weird metallic snickering, the actuators peek out from behind Octavius like nosy children.
“Well what if I’m not lying~”
Hands on your hips, despite the drastic height difference you smile challengingly up at him all the same.
Eyebrow raising even further, he only tuts at you.
“Well then I would simply call you a liar~”
At that he snatches you up by the waist, flipping you to face away from him as he begins to attack your now exposed stomach.
Kicking and shrieking with laughter it was very evident that you would not be escaping any time soon and as you squirmed and laughed, Octavius couldn’t help but laugh with you.
After a few minutes, as much as he found your laugh adorable, he felt his “punishment” was sufficient though. Working together, you both drag out the clunky cot from your supplies closet and set up at the foot of the bed.
While the dorm was not meant for more than one person and working around not only the size of Octavius, but also his restless robotic children, you both were eventually able to get ready for bed. With some convincing, Octavius finally settled on taking your bed (not without some bribing of course) and before you both knew it, his loud snores filled the room.
Even though the snoring was not ideal, it did make you laugh somewhat, as it practically sounded like he was cutting down an entire rainforest.
Curling up on the creaky cot, you put your earbuds in and close your eyes. Maybe sometime soon you’d be able to join him, but until then, this was good enough. With the long day you had, falling asleep wasn’t hard, the calming music in your ears knocking you out with no problem.
You were so fast asleep however, that you didn’t even feel the cot shake as Octavius’s metal arms dragged it closer to the bed, resting themselves around you in a protective circle.
TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
{Chapter Five}
Making your way through the deserted foyer, the crisp air of the night welcomed you. The soft lights of the billboards above guided you back to where your car had been parked. It was silent. Everything was still.
You certainly got more than you bargained for out of that little visit and that left you with a mountain of unaddressed thoughts to attend to. From the back and forth you and the doctor shared to the elevator, to say your mind was spinning would be an understatement.
What were you to him really? While the games and playful quips were fun, today really made you question that. Like Icarus, had you flown too close to the sun, only to crash and burn?
An emotional turbulence overtook you as you tried to focus on the road to getting back to your dorm. This game you and the doctor were playing was starting to get dangerous.
It had occurred to you a couple times that in the grand scheme of things questions like these didn’t matter. That in the end nothing would happen and that you would just have your fun being content with that. However, though you hated yourself for it, that is not how your brain worked: Or how you worked. It was stupid to think that you could continue down this road while staying completely removed. While you got easily attached to things, you questioned things too. Eventually you would crack, and would be forced to ask those questions instead of just letting them go on naturally. Maybe it was your fear of intimacy? Maybe it was a fear of uncertainty? Regardless, it was a breaking point you were getting uncomfortably close to.
Unlocking the door to your apartment style dorm, you dropped your things at the foot of your bed. Pushing your gnawing thoughts aside, you put on some music so you could at least get ready for bed in some sort of peace.
Though your dorm was a single, it was a nice size. With a miniature kitchenette to the left a small bathroom was nestled next to it along with your bed to the right, it was all mostly contained to one main space. Also being on the third floor provided you a window view just slightly better than your fellow colleagues. While just getting a slightly higher view over the alley and dumpsters behind the building was not much more to brag about, at least you could see over some of the smaller buildings.
As you were brushing your teeth, your music was interrupted with a notification. Spitting out the excess toothpaste in your mouth, you spare your phone a curious (and somewhat annoyed) glance.
- This is Dr. Octavius. My apologies, I should have seen you out but I had some matters to attend to before closing up the lab. Please let me know if you made it home safely.
There you were blushing again.
While it didn’t surprise you that he texted like an old man, it made you chuckle still. It was endearing, so it's not like you were complaining. The fact that he wanted to make sure you got home safe also warmed your heart.
Wiping your wet hands on your fuzzy sleeping pants, you type a response.
- Yeah, don’t worry about it, I get it. Also made it back fine, so don’t worry about it
- You already have enough gray hairs as is ;)
A mischievous smirk played on your face as you pressed send. If you couldn’t tease him for the actual reason why he didn’t walk you out to your car, then you could at least tease him with something else.
- Very funny. Though I am sure a few of them have your name on it, so I would not be so cocky. Anyways, I am happy to know that you made it home safe. You enjoyed your visit at the lab I hope?
Flopping onto the unmade bed, your smile widens.
- Of course, it was awesome! Thanks for finding time in your busy science-y schedule to help me with my work. You’re a lifesaver
- I am glad you found it interesting. If you would ever like to come again, you are always welcome. Perhaps maybe assist me in some tests?
Your mouth forms a slight “o” as you re-read the text. You were intrigued to say the least.
- That sounds great. Was kinda hoping I’d get to see the tentacles in action :D
While you were sure that he had interns and other scientists that would be helping with stuff like that, you weren’t going to question it. They were eight foot long metal tentacles that a person could control with their mind, of course you would wanna see them work. If your excuse to see them was helping him with some measly tests, so be it.
- I thought as much. It warms my heart that you find my work so fascinating. If only my interns shared your enthusiasm.
How someone couldn’t be excited about mind controlled tentacle arms was beyond you.
You smiled as you could imagine Octavius’s face while typing: That excited puppy dog expression he wore whenever someone asked about something he was interested in.
- Well that’s on them then, I’d love to help!
To be perfectly honest, you were already excited.
- I will be looking forward to it. Anyways, I will not keep you any longer: Have a good night.
- Yeah, I’m sure you’re pretty tired
- Get some sleep Doc
Closing your phone, you bring the device to your chest. With a sigh you look up at the ceiling.
TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope
{Chapter Two}
It had been weeks since your close experience with Dr. Octavius.
However the unique scent, the softness of his body against yours, the warmth you felt, it only kept replaying your mind. While that interaction probably meant very little to the doctor (or at all in the real scheme of things), just thinking about it brought a light blush to your cheeks. It was embarrassing, but what were you supposed to do about it other than enjoy it.
Luckily you were able to keep it under wraps whenever you met with Otto for office hours, however, the real challenge was not trying to create more situations to exploit to get closer to him again.
Such a cruel world indeed.
On the brightside, ever since that interaction, you and the doctor seemed to be getting closer.
Whenever you would be on your way to your study area, he would talk more freely about the progress he was making on his project. If you ever saw him on his way to class, he would be more inclined to talk about what his day had been like. There were even times when you’ve seen him in public and you’ve talked.
In general, it seemed like he was just more comfortable around you now: Less concerned with rigidly maintaining a “student teacher” relationship. While he certainly wasn’t just throwing himself on you (which you would not be opposed to), it was just nicer on an interactional level. Though it was probably an overstatement, you would almost like to think you were friends now.
With this growing relationship, you were also able to learn a lot more about Otto Octavius.
You learned that his project, while run and overseen by him, was in partnership with Oscorp Industries. (the specific lab where he worked conveniently close to the university). You learned that for a very short time he was in theater in highschool and that his crowning achievement was Fiddler on the Roof. And you learned that he liked cold brew with foamed milk.
Okay, that last part was out of you being creepy and observant, but you digress.
However, now that you had become closer to the doctor, you began to notice how working for Oscorp was starting to increasingly wear down on him.
From what you gathered, the project started to get a lot of traction (now out of the mere theoretical phase), which resulted in longer hours. Shorter deadlines. More demanding work days.
Even before knowing Otto more personally, you could tell that he probably wasn’t getting as much sleep as he probably needed, but now it was getting ridiculous.
“Dr. Octavius…?”
You were currently at an office hour session with said doctor, trying to explain a problem you were having. This had been the third or fourth time he had zoned out and the dark circles under his eyes only further supported your point.
“.....Oh, y-yes, sorry. Would you mind possibly…repeating what you said? I seem to be a little unfocused today.”
Rubbing his eyes, he gives you an weary apologetic look, his voice lulling slightly.
“It’s okay, I was just asking about how you got variable C for part 10”
While you didn’t mind repeating yourself, you were a little worried.
Taking some time to process the question, the man was able to formulate a proper answer, working it through for you as usual. Just, slower.
With that, he sent you off to solve a few practice problems like he always would. Nothing was particularly different from this session until…
“Okay so I’m finished-”
Right as you were about to ask if he needed to go early, the sound of soft snoring met your ears. Looking up at the man questioningly, you were met with a very surprising sight.
With head slightly bowed and body relaxed, Dr. Octavius was fast asleep in his seat.
If it wasn’t for the fact that you were fairly certain this was the only actual sleep he's gotten in the past couple days, you would have laughed.
He looked like a sleeping kitten and you couldn’t help but gush at being able to witness him in such a peaceful state. No matter when you ran into the doctor, it always seemed like he was thinking about something. Even though there was nothing inherently wrong about that, it was nice to see the poor man giving himself a break.
Ideas of waking him up slowly were pushed further to the back of your mind.
Attempting to be as quiet as possible, you extract yourself from your chair and walk around to the other side. While you were certain he was deep enough asleep to where he wouldn’t hear you, you still wanted to be careful.
As you found yourself at his side, you were welcomed with that “oh so enticing” scent once more. You were seriously wondering why there wasn’t a candle for this scent already. Then again, your wallet might not be able to keep up with what might happen if they did, so maybe settling for the real thing was better.
Seeing how his reading glass had slumped down to the edge of his nose, you gently removed them and placed them on the table with care. Once you were able to locate his trench coat (which he seemed to be quite fond of with how much he wore the thing), you slowly wrapped it around his shoulders. Softly flattened the tousled lapels, you felt the worn leather underneath your fingertips
A brief look around confirming you both were still alone, you looked back at the good doctor. (How you wished you could give him a little kiss on the forehead)
While sleeping here was not ideal, you at least hoped it helped a little.
When the doctor did finally wake up, he was met with a little note taped to a cup of fresh coffee.
“In your efforts of pursuing the good of humanity, make sure you taking care of yourself, grandpa”
