Stunned, you still don't know how to respond and it's been hours. The infamous Doctor Octopus or Doc Ock as The Daily Bugle refers to him. Has kidnapped you and keeps going on and on about Spiderman. It's starting to sound like a weird obsession.
All you were doing was placing a fresh pizza on the counter as a thank you to Peter. For letting you hide out in his apartment for the day. But out of nowhere Doc Ock pulled you out the window, placed a bag over your head and put you on his shoulder in a matter of seconds. Quickly disappearing before anyone noticed the villain.
Annoyed with the situation, there's nothing you can do about it. You're stuck with the man for now. Trying to stay positive at least you get to see Doc Ock up close and in person. And damn. Those newspaper pictures do not do him justice. The man is fine as hell in person, even with those metal arms. Definitely spicy professor and student relationship vibes. Especially from the way he's dressed, looking like a teacher who has had it and doesn't give a damn. Besides leaving you tied to a rolly chair that a metal claw drags you around with while he messes with various equipment.
That in itself has interestingly checked a box for you. Being manhandled but still sitting. An odd one.
"I'm not Spiderman or his girlfriend." Reiterating for what feels like the hundredth time.
"Modern technology my dear. Anyone can alter their body. That's the apartment I tracked Spiderman to." Wagging his finger in disagreement he's not going to believe that answer.
"I work at the New York Aquarium! The one in Brooklyn. Peter was just letting me stay at his place for the day. Because the landlord finally got off his ass to come and fix the electricity in my apartment!" Scowling you're going to bite that finger if waves in your face again.
"Peter? Peter Parker?" You watch him pause before completely facing you.
"Yes, that's his apartment. Mine is next door!"
Once the words leave your mouth. A very sudden realization of who Spiderman really is hits you both. Mirroring the same look.
"I should have known. That boy is reckless." Doc Ock mumbles.
"That explains why he has various bruises and that I've only seen him a handful of times over the past few months." Mumbling things are starting to make sense. "Wait, you know him?"
"He was a student of mine when I was a professor. He was a brilliant but lazy student." Doc Ock sighs as he sits down. It looks like the realization has him conflicted. Almost looking disappointed, depressed at the news.
"Why were you looking for Spiderman anyways?" Pushing the topic, maybe you might get a clear answer from him now.
"Nothing really. It's fun to brawl with him. Since we chat more than fight. It's a break from my experiments." A fake laugh leaves him and you start to feel sad for him. It must be an unexplainable emotion to find out that your superhero enemy is a former favorite student of yours.
"So what's your real name then?" It's now or never for this question.
"Huh? Why would you ask that?"
"Since we're clearing the air. I might as well know your real name. The papers only call you Doc Ock or Doctor Octopus." Shrugging it seems like an honest question.
"Dr Otto Octavius." A genuine smile appears. It's been too long since someone has asked for his real name.
"It's nice to formally meet you Dr Octavius. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." You give a little nod with a smile.
"Time for you to go home."
"What about your trap?" You're surprised that he's giving up. His plan is almost complete. He really must be a softie inside.
"Not important." Sighing he pulls out the bag again as the tentacles untie you. "I can't have you know where I am in case he asks."
"What are we telling him? Now that we know." Quickly grabbing the worn jacket sleeve you're able to pause Ock for a second. This secret now binds you two together whether you like it or not.
A frown sets in as he thinks about your question. "Nothing. He has too much on his plate already." Ock quickly pulls the hood down, blocking everything out once again.
When the bag is removed you're standing in the alley facing your apartment. You notice there's still a tentacle wrapped around your waist.
"Just so you know I'm the apartment to the left. If you would like to come for a visit." Pointing at the windows just left of the one he busted through. "Give you something else to do besides experiments and fight Spiderman."
"I will keep it in mind." Nodding the tentacle slowly releases you. "How did you two meet?"
"Oh. Well we moved into the building on the same day. Since we're neighbors we were bumping into each other a lot. From that we've become friends. Well I don't think he really has any other friends, he doesn't mention them." You watch him frown again. For someone labeled a supervillain he's pretty concerned about Spiderman now.
"Good night Y/N." Giving you a quick smile. He asecends the wall with ease.
"Good night Dr Octavius." Watching you give a small wave.
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Stepping out of the shower you throw on a baggy shirt and some short shorts. Absent-mindedly going through your hair and skin routine. It's been a week since your kidnapping. And you're still plagued with guilt that you haven't told Peter that you and Doc Ock know who he is. You couldn't look him in the eyes the other day. Unexpectedly you've also been consumed with dirty thoughts about Doc Ock. Somehow in that short time frame he flipped a switch inside of you and nothing has helped. Nothing.
Walking to the kitchen you plan to splurge a little bit on take out. Maybe you can eat your feelings away.
"Hello Y/N."
Shrieking, you drop your phone, turning to the voice. The corner lamp turns on and Dr Octavius is sitting in the recliner looking amused.
"Dr Octavius? What are you doing here?" Clutching your chest, you remember how to breathe.
"You said I could stop by for a visit. So here I am." Nonchalantly he motions to himself.
"Yes I did say that. But I didn't mean that you should also hide in the corner like a creeper! You almost gave me a heart attack." Calming down you pick your phone up, setting it on the table.
"My apologies. I also brought food." A claw extends towards you holding a bag. "From La Cabana."
"That's my favorite." Walking around the table you retrieve the bag. Promptly putting it on the counter so you can easily place the food on plates before moving closer to him.
"I made the correct choice then."
"It seems so." It is highly unlikely that he just guessed your favorite cuisine but anything is possible. But you can't help rolling your eyes at his smugness.
"I don't want to alarm you dear but you seem to have sprouted tentacles." Nodding at your leg.
"Maybe." Chuckling. "I have an octopus tattoo."
"Interesting choice. Is there more?" A clawed hand nudges your shorts up.
“Well I have to be naked for the full effect.” Folding your arms, you stare at the claw messing with your shorts.
"Maybe you will indulge me one day." Teasing he jesters for you to sit down in your own living room.
"If I did what would you do?" Testing the water, something is bugging you about this visit.
"I would be most pleased with your naivety to trust me." Humming softly.
Trying not to scoff you absolutely want this man to jump your bones. Super Villainy be damned. Seems like you're going to have to be the one to make a move.
"Okay."
Shrugging off your shorts quickly followed by your shirt. You give him a moment to process what happened. Before beginning to slowly turn in a circle. Showing off the massive alteration you had done to your skin.
A realistic, almost 3D like octopus tattoo claims half of your body. Reddish brown in color fading into a peach color with bluish white suction cups and pale yellow eyes. The mantle or what most people call the head takes up the entirety of your left hip and lower side abdomen. Three tentacles wrap and curl around your left leg. One stretches across your back towards your spine. Another two wrap around your lower back, one resting at the hip the other descending to your right thigh. One is curled around your lower abdomen. Leaving the last one to wind around your left breast.
“Go big or go home.” Giggling you watch him take in the sencery, feeling the burn of his stare. "I was studying Marine Biology and I was eighteen."
"Quite the commitment." Shocked by your boldness he stands from the recliner moving to just inches away.
"I would say so. It took ten days to complete." You would be lying if you said his attentiveness was making you flustered. Besides you noticed the hitch in his breath.
"An octopus?" Hands ghosting over the tattoo.
"Octopi are my favorite." Glancing up at the sunglasses you briefly wonder what his eyes look like.
Intrigued you lightly scratch the outside of a claw as they also move closer to have their own look at your skin. Once you stop the particular claw opens and closes in excitement.
"They're curious creatures." Another tentacle hands you the blanket hanging off the back of the couch."Thank you." Wrapping it around yourself.
Out of the corner of your eye. A claw from one of the lower tentacles is messing with the blanket you just put on.
"Larry." In a stern voice he looks down at the claw playing with the blanket.
"Larry?" Confused, you watch apenage rise to his face, seemingly to act all huffy. Opening its claw and spinning a few times. "They have names?"
"Larry, Harry, Flo, and Moe." As he speaks each claw opens and closes at their name.
"It's nice to meet you all." Eyeing Larry who's obviously the bold mischievous one. "I can see they also have their own personalities."
"Yes they do." Chuckling he finds your politeness amusing.
“Can you feel that?” You slowly move your hand up one of the metal arms. Changing directions, you really hope that the mysterious looks he has are actually feelings of lust.
"Yes. A mental link."
"Quite impressive." You note the tiny shiver he emitted.
"Do you always do this?" The demanding question comes out of nowhere.
"Do what?" Confused, you don't know what he means.
"Ensnare people with your looks and manners then act like a slut?" Voice dropping he corners you. Corralling you with the tentacles, boxing you in at the table.
"I-I I don't know what you mean." Flustered you didn't expect this drastic of a change in him. Your heart starts beating a mile a minute.
"I heard you in the shower."
Mortified you are wanting to die. There's no way he could have heard you masturbating to him unless he's been here the whole time and listened just outside the bathroom door.
"But.." Derailing you can't form a proper rebuttal because you were. You can't see it but you know your face has to be red as a tomato now. Shaken to the core you squeak at the sudden movement. Two large leather hands hoisted you onto the table.
Hot breath on you, his voice is just a whisper. "I've thought about you too."
Not to sound too eager in case this is a lie but a strangled whine escapes you. On que pulling you closer.
Just as he plants kisses to your neck. A loud alarm goes off, startling you.
"Appears our Spiderman has come for a visit. We'll have to continue another time my dear." Chuckling he pulls a device out of his pocket, silencing the alarm.
He steals a kiss and disappears out the window. Dazed it takes you a few minutes to comprehend what just happened.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Shouting, this is unbelievable. Peter Parker aka Spiderman just cock blocked you from getting railed into next week.