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I am living for the 9th part of this fic.

Did the angst destroy me? Yes. Do I need more? Absolutely.

Missing (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Author's note: This can be a sole piece or a multi-chapter series, depending on your wants, hence your feedback on the same is much appreciated.

Warnings: Angst. Unrequited love.

Being a daughter of the Master of Laws of Viserys The Peaceful's Small Council ensured that you were blessed with a beautiful life that almost made up for the absence of your mother. But it were the healing abilities that you inherited from birth that truly made you special.

Unlike any maester who had to rely on their poultices, teas and potions to heal wounds, you could heal with the simplest touch of your hand.

Word of your "powers" was kept a closely guarded secret, your presence being constantly needed around the royal family to tend to their wounds and maladies.

When the Rogue Prince Daemon suffered injuries during tourneys or during battles such as one at the Stepstones, you were at hand to heal him.

When the King himself fell ill after cutting his hand upon one of the swords on the Iron Throne, it was you who were summoned to tend to his health. The King eventually had confided in you that had you been born a few years earlier, perhaps you would have been able to save the life of his beloved Queen Aemma. It was a guilt you carried deep within yourself, having lost your own mother to childbirth.

Being an innately gifted healer as a child, you were granted access to the highest and best possible education in Westeros, something that was accessible only to members of the Royal blood.

You grew up along with the young princes. Sons of the Kings's eldest daughter Princess Rhaenyra: Jacaerys, Lucerys and baby Joffrey. And the King's own children with Queen Alicent Hightower: Aegon, Aemond and Helaena.

Over the course of the years, you had grown especially close to the Princes and Princess Helaena, taking your lessons with the children of the Royal Family a rare opportunity afforded to you on account of your abilities.

But it was Prince Aemond you found yourself seeking out the most, being a source of comfort for him when his brother and nephews (playfully) teased him of the account of not being bonded to a dragon.

You discussed the arts and philosophy with Aemond, watching him train in combat in the courtyard of the Red Keep along with his brother and nephews while you received your medical education from Grand Maesters from the Citadel.

Being so closely knit with the Royal Family, you watched them drift apart, with Prince Daemon taking Lady Laena Velaryon to wife and moving to Pentos, while Princess Rhaenyra moved to Dragonstone with her husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon.

Memories of the day still bring tears to your eyes, when you recall how tightly Jacaerys and Lucerys had hugged you before departing King's Landing and how you had kissed little Joffrey's tiny hand, feeling his fingers clutch at your own finger.

Even though you exchanged letters by ravens with the young princes Jacaerys and Lucerys, you could feel the divide growing between them and the children of the King and Queen Alicent.

Your closeness to Princess Rhaenyra's children did nothing to deter you from eventually falling in love with young Aemond before you even knew what love meant.

Perhaps it was during those long walks through the godswood where you spoke with him about your lessons. Or perhaps it was when he hugged you in tears, Aegon's cruel taunts for being dragonless finally getting under his skin. Or perhaps when he quietly confided in you that you were his best friend.

You couldn't describe the warmth swelling in your heart at his words when he told you how special and precious you were to him, in the naivety of your childhood.

But it would be a sombre event that led to the shattering of your heart.

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Attending the funeral of Lady Laena Velaryon at Driftmark was a sobering moment in the giddiness of your growing yet secret affection for Prince Aemond.

You watched as they buried Lady Laena at sea, where she could finally rest, being one with the waters of Driftmark.

Finding Jacaerys and Lucerys, you gave the princes a hug, the reunion between your friends bringing a smile to your lips. You comforted Lady Laena's daughters, Baela and Rhaena. And eventually, you met Prince Daemon.

"I wish you had been at Pentos with us, little one," Prince Daemon said with a sad smile. "Perhaps my brave girl and my child would've lived."

The words brought tears to your eyes as you remembered King Viserys' confession about Queen Aemma's death, a sudden sense of guilt wracking you. What use was your education if you couldn't save the loved ones of your loved ones?

Instead of allowing Prince Daemon to hug you in condolence, you ran away in tears, hoping to find Aemond and speak to him.

But the conversation you so desperately needed never came about. In place of it, you overheard an exchange between Aegon and Aemond that destroyed your heart.

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"You love her," you exhaled, feeling like you had received a blow to your chest. "You love her, do you not?"

Blood turning cold, your eyes met the young, snowy haired prince's.

"You told Aegon that if only your mother had betrothed you to Helaena, you would have done your duty," you said, hating how your voice trembled. "You love her, don't you, Aemond?"

"I don't know what has gotten into you tonight, but this can wait, I have a dragon to claim," he said, an arrogance edging into his voice, something that you had often seen in his interactions with Aegon or his nephews. You never dreamt that it would ever be directed at you.

"You need to answer me, Aemond. You owe our friendship this courtesy."

The young prince looked like he was in a rush, desperate to be anywhere else but here in this moment.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes, I do love Helaena! And what of it? Are you going to run and tell my mother? My father?"

Simply hearing his admission felt like your heart had been split into two and been set alight by dragonfire.

"No, I wouldn't dream of it. I-"

"Now if you will excuse me, I have a dragon to claim," he said, a lust for power glowing in his eyes as he pushed past you.

You fell to your knees, tears flooding into your eyes at the realisation that your love for him would forever remain unrequited. That Aemond had chosen a dragon over his best friend. That he loved Helaena and it would never be you...

Gasping and wiping furiously at your cheeks, you took off, running as swiftly as your feet could carry you, into the night, sneaking past the Targaryen household guards...

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The next morning, everything had changed. Aemond had lost an eye, he had claimed the biggest dragon in the seven realms, Vhagar, and he had lost his best friend, who's name he had cried out as he bled from his eye. And King Viserys' healer had gone missing.

Your heart had suddenly hardened to dragonglass, unyielding like Valyrian steel and you found yourself at Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon's feet as they were watching the Royal Fleet return to King's Landing along with Vhagar, Dreamfyre and Sunfyre, begging to them to shield you to take you away from the royal family and give you a place in their household in secret.

While Princess Rhaenyra was reluctant at your request, not wanting to deny her father the best medical care possible, it was Prince Daemon who understood your desperation. He convinced Princess Rhaenyra to smuggle you to Dragonstone, the two having made their own plans to marry and set Ser Laenor free to be with his lover Qarl in the Free Cities.

The two understood that having a healer of your calibre on their side would only prove advantageous, given how tense the situation was within the Royal Family.

The "official" story would be that you had gone missing, never to be found, giving your father the closure he could find, while Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra would raise you as their ward, in secret.

As you healed the Valyrian steel gash on Princess Rhaenyra's arm inflicted by Queen Alicent and Prince Lucerys' broken nose, a result of Aemond's actions, with a simple touch, they knew how valuable you'd be to them.

But even as you demonstrated your skill at healing, you felt a twinge of guilt, knowing full well that you could have healed Aemond's eye in a moment.

Yet you chose not to. Just as Aemond had made his choices, you had made yours.

And you had chosen a side in the war that would change the future of Westeros.

Part 2

#fic rec #Aemond Targaryen

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nekovmancer · 1 year

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

#tips #writing

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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prompts that hit in all the right places

showing up outside your enemy's door

only one bed

knife against the throat

''it’s always been you'' kisses

exclaiming ''because i love you'' during an argument

rain kisses

''use me''

''make me''

undressing your love interest, having to tend to their wounds, trying not to gawk their chest but failing to do so

asking your not yet lover to stay the night because you don't want to be alone

being pushed to the ground/wall with your hands pinned down

sexual tension when tending to someone's wound

''i didn’t know where else to go''

fake dating (it was real all along)

exes to lovers

''it’s not like i’ll ever see [my ex] again,'' but said ex is standing behind them, ready to announce they're moving back into town

a character claiming they’re not going to do ~the thing~, but can in the next frame be seen ~doing the thing~

''nothing is ever going to happen between us!''

two strangers bumping into each other on the street, instant attraction. not love, attraction!

the italicized ''oh''

''what is it that you don’t get? i’m not attracted to [name]!'' (proceeds to stare longingly at the person of their desire)

going to sleep on different sides of the bed, waking up entangled

forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead

dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand, kisses it

''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're cute and i can't help but laugh''

''let's kiss, just to see what it's like''

going to sleep in separate beds, sneaking into each other's for some snuggles

when someone's like, i don’t know, hurt or something, and the other character's like, tending to their wounds, and then just, wrap the other into their arms, thankful they’re alive

character is taken hostage by the antagonist, their lover goes absolutely ballistic, doing everything in their power to protect their lover, the antagonist has to restrain them, but it doesn't stop the character from trying to reach their lover, doesn’t matter what happens to them, doesn’t matter if they get beaten as long as their lover is safe

#prompts

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

Saw this on @resting-meme-face‘s blog and wanted to try it.

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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soft gestures between friends turning lovers:

(feel free to use <3 tag meeee do i even need to ask?? the 3rd and 4th one from the last! omg taggmee)

fluttering gazes at their lips

subtle glances and almost immediately looking away

shyly holding their hand and putting them in your pocket for warmth. yes pls

stuttering when you're too close to them

supporting them through everything

pretending to be their date for an event

dancing with them and every where they touch, feels like its being ignited

feeling safer in their arms :)

when they say they feel safe in your embrace *.♡｡✰♡｡

lingering glances

feeling out of breath whenever you look at them

hugs feel a lot more intimate between the two of you

defending them in their absence

kissing their forehead/cheek while wishing good-night

"please say it" (can u hear my heart tearing)

instead of asking you out on a date, they end up at your doorstep with a big ass bouquet, a cheeky smile and a handwritten letter!!!

when they hesitate to kiss because it'll change everything but you pull them in without a second thought

from feeling surreal at the thought of waking up beside them to actual doing so, and being smothered by their love

#prompts

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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Yellow again!

I am alive.

Should be posting this one pretty soon.

Any Doc Ock simps still here with me? 💛😔

Yellow!

Just so I can keep you updated, here's a sneak peak in the dialogues of my upcoming fic, a request based on three smut prompts featuring sub!Otto x vigilante!reader. 👀

I must say I'm excited to post this one...

#doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius imagine

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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note to my followers

you are always ALWAYS welcome to come into my inbox and start talking about aus and headcanons

i don’t care if i’ve never talked to you before

if you just randomly show up in my inbox and start yelling about ideas for headcanons/fics/aus i will immediately start yelling right back at you about said headcanon/fic/au

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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Kiki and Jiji after a full day of delivering flowers🌺🌻🌼🌷🌹 Though Jiji is straight up not having a good time

Part of my Kiki’s Flower Delivery series~

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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Hello, friends! There’s been a change of plans & my comms are open indefinitely. My husband’s work hours were cut by 1/3 & I need the extra income. Please DM me if interested. Please reblog! My comm Terms & Conditions & request form can be found at: https://linktr.ee/BriMac0518

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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🕯 🕯 🕯

🕯 May you have the 🕯

🕯 absolute thirstiest 🕯

🕯 of thirst dreams of 🕯

🕯 whatever fictional 🕯

🕯 character you’re 🕯

🕯 hyper-fixating on at 🕯

🕯 the moment 🕯

🕯 🕯 🕯

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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fanfiction is so unbelievably stupid you’ll be like oh i want to write about some finctional dudes and suddenly you’re knee deep in two hundred year old inheritance laws

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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Otto Octavius + Glasses

Apparently Otto has two pairs of glasses

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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@adventures-with-ana KDJWOAFJ I FEEL U, MATE.

I am for sure my worst enemy, but reading such sweet comments as yours definitely voosh vanish my insecurities away like they were never there in the first place.

Again, thank you for your support! I am so glad for the reblogs and the gentle words. 🥺 Right now I'm living to went back to Tumblr and read them over and over to stay motivated. It does mean a lot to me. 🤍

(Not so) Lonely Nights

Summary: Otto is a man who's passionate about his work, and as his partner you’d often see yourself lonely late at night while the doctor busied himself in his lab, leaving you alone with your thoughts… which are quick to get naughty.

Pairing: Otto Octavius x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, dom!Otto, oral sex (receiving), a bit of daddy kink I guess…? poor writing forgive me in advance for typos and silly mistakes oof-

Requested by the lovely @taytay0403 ♡ featuring prompts 9 and 11, respectively “Should I help you with that?” and “No need to be quiet."

A/N: This is my very first smut oneshot. 👉👈 I really hope you enjoy it. You can also read on AO3.

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As it seemed, geniuses like Otto Octavius himself didn’t need any rest.

The clock on your nightstand showed it was half past midnight, and apparently the doctor was far from leaving his lab and coming home, since he couldn’t even pay attention to the dozens of text messages you had sent him in the past hour, worrying yourself over his well being. And Otto wasn’t one to ignore you on purpose. He’d only completely avert his attention from you when he was too absorbed with his work, which occurred frequently. Too much for your liking, if you’re being asked.

You sighed, hugging your pillow between your legs as you kept your eyes on your phone’s screen, waiting for a miracle. When there’s none, you send Otto another message, “It’s lonely here without you. The bed feels cold…” and you add a sad face emoticon to the end, just to emphasize how heartbreaking it is to be apart from your boyfriend on a Saturday night.

As Otto busied himself with the project of his life, you’d stand unceasingly by his side as a genuine supporter and admirer of him and his work, even before you’ve started your relationship. You’d cheer Otto when he was feeling down, remind him to eat properly and bring him food day by day just to be sure he wasn’t skipping any meals, or hug him close whenever he had trouble sleeping due his insecurities, or the overwhelming anxiety that came with the responsibility weighing on his shoulders… the power of the sun in the palm of your hand wasn’t exactly an easy accomplishment to do despite how much he was sure of his work, and the facilities which came from Oscorp's financial support was a blessing and a curse.

That’s why he'd always come home late.Otto couldn’t fail, not when he was really dedicating his life to his work to make the best from the intelligence he was gifted with. You did find all his devotion on making something for the good of mankind noble, and kinda sweet, but you surely weren't fond of the nights alone, dozing off as you waited for Otto to arrive late at night… you missed his hugs, the best hugs in the whole universe, the sound of his laughter echoing through the walls, and oh… his fingertips tracing your lips gently before he kissed you, and then… you swallowed. Hard.

It was cold indeed without Otto. His demanding lips devouring the remains of your composure as he made you plead like a good girl, with the sweetest of the moans, for the touch of his calloused hands. How long has it been since the last time he had cornered you, leaving you mewling hopelessly at the skilled touch of his hand?

There’s also those times when he’d came home so frustrated from work, blown pupils obscuring his once gentle eyes, and all that grievance would came undone as you’d kneel before him, plump parted lips brushing on the tip of his throbbing length… the taste of his skin was wandering over your tongue now, brought up by all those languid memories. Gosh, how you wish he’d walk through the door right now, ready to get some relief inside your mouth.

And talking about goddamn relief… you wouldn't complain if you got some straightaway. The pooling heat between your legs was getting harder to ignore, just as the nasty thoughts of your boyfriend and the sweet nothing he’d be whispering in your ear if he saw you like that. Though Otto still hadn't arrived, nor answered your several messages, it wasn’t something you couldn't take care of by yourself after all… your patient was running too thin, drowned by desire.

You tossed your phone aside and let your hand travel down your stomach, slowly reaching for that aching spot between your legs… you could feel it slightly throbbing, the painful need built from weeks of denial heating up your body as your panties are already wet from your wanting fluids.

You thought about Otto again, about the firm grip of his hands cupping your buttcheeks until you could see red bruises from his fingers marking down all your skin… how he would pepper those bruises with wet kisses and tell you what a good girl you were. All his. Entirely under his mercy. He was far from being there with you, but still close enough to drive you out of your mind.

The burning lust consuming you like embers was now begging for the much desired attention of your touch. Hard. Fast. You got rid of the clothes standing in your eyes, hissing as the cold air touches your skin and makes your nipples harden.

Laying on your back, you spread out your legs and let your index finger slide between your wet folds before it comes up, now moist from your wetness, to rub your clit. You try it gently first, so painfully slow it makes your core ache, but it’s not enough.

You needed more. Rougher. And so you gave yourself more.

Within a minute, you’re already a mess tossing and turning in the bed. You squeeze your lips shut, holding back those dirty moans you’d so gladly scream without a thought as your fingers worked hard and fast. It felt good, still… you knew you’re holding back. Something was missing. But you weren't stopping. Not now.

Your mind traveled back to Octavius. The bastard… you thought about him, locked up in his lab, too absorbed to notice your desperate need for him. Someway, it only leaves you more aroused. Your heart beat faster, the blood pumping in your ears making the low whimper which escaped your lips almost inaudible for you.

What would he do… if he found you just like that? Legs spread wide, trying so badly to reach your orgasm. Maybe you’re too quiet. Maybe you should let your moans out and disturb your neighbors. Maybe…

“My, my… you’re hopeless, aren’t you?”

That voice. It sends shivers down your spine.

You look up to find Otto by your shared bedroom’s door frame, his silhouette outlined by the city lights coming from the open window. You didn’t hear him stepping in until now.

Suddenly your fingers stop their languid moves, your breath now caught in your throat, “O-Otto, I…”

“What are you doing, love? Should I help you with that?”

You swallow hard, not even daring to blink as Otto casually approaches the bed with his head tilted, eyes shamelessly staring right into your wet throbbing core. You lose it when he licks his lips. You nod as an answer to his inquiry, since the words seem to slip away from your reach. All you could think about was him. The way he walked towards you… pride and lustful.

Could this man possibly read your mind from miles away? Nevertheless, you wanted him more than never, more than anything.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you, my dearest. Would you mind repeating?”

Such a tease, as always… luckily, you played your part as the good girl damn well.

“Yes. Help me…please.”

“Such a polite, pretty thing…” Otto holds your chin up, leaving kisses all along your jawline. His warm lips felt so good on your fever-pitched skin. Oh, you’d love them somewhere else… “I am sorry I left you like this. I’m going to make it up to you, promise.” he seals his words biting on your earlobe, his teeth nibbling so tenderly on your skin it leaves you with goosebumps.

The softest of the sighs rolls out your mouth, your nails finding the way to his back and scratching it lightly. He was still in clothes, though. And you needed to feel his skin. But Otto didn’t seem to share your plans as he removed your hands from his coat, which you’ve already unbuttoned.

“No, love,” he kisses the palm of your hand, putting it away. “Let me cherish you. May I?”

You groan, kinda disappointed, however accepting it without further complaining. Desire may get you a bit out of your mind, but not enough to decline Otto’s courteous caresses. God knows how much you’re craving for them earlier, and in the manner that his heated kisses went down your stomach… you’re more than sure you have everything you need to find your relief.

Otto’s head soon enough is between your legs, the tip of his nose apart from your clit by mere inches. His hands kept a firm grip on your hips, maintaining you pinned to the bed and leaving no room for moving away from him. Not that you were intending to do so anyway.

He has a cheeky grin crooking his lips, so amused to have you under him, with your heart slamming your chest with such a frantic it hurts. Otto could feel the heartbeat under your skin with his fingertip, he could taste your need with the tip of his tongue… just like you thought he’d do.

He takes his time savoring you. You’re his true goddess, which he praises feverishly with every breath of his lungs, each single beat of his devoted heart… and right now, with his tongue. The slowness of his moves is agonizing, though pleasant in its own way. You want more, but you also want to sink into those delightful moments as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. There’s the calm before the storm… but you could already feel the thunder disturbance.

Otto tastes every inch of your wet pussy. His nose follows his tongue, brushing over the sensitive spots he had already luxuriated in. By now, you’re breathless, holding the sheets tightly enough to make your knuckles whiten. You gasp, breath out… but something’s still odd.

“What’s wrong with you, dear? There’s no need to be quiet. I want to hear that vicious voice of yours when I make you cum,” he purrs, earning a lazy smile in response, which is quick to dissolve into an audible moan when his tongue finds its way to your clit, sucking it.

And he keeps sucking right onto that sensitive spot, as much ardently as the temperature of your skin. Something was boiling inside of you… something you couldn’t keep anymore.

Then, the storm breaks.

It washes over your body impetuously, such that Otto has to harden his hold to keep you down to the bed. He’s still sucking on you, no boundaries stopping him as your body trembles. You call his name, and then you scream it. Over and over, like a prayer. Nothing else matters: it is only him, and the bliss he gives you from every wet thrust of his lips and tongue.

Your fingers find their way through Otto’s soft locks. They tangle between the strands, holding them firmly whilst you push his face onto your damp cunt. As insatiable as you, Otto is far from holding back.

Well, he is a man devoted to his work after all… and Otto takes savoring you very seriously. He can feel how close you are, not only by your stomach tightening and the thick air coming out your lungs, but the clench of your walls around his tongue… It drives him wild.

He presses his fingers harder in your hips, fingernails lingering in your skin until they leave red lined marks traveling down to your groin. Otto rests your legs on his shoulders, briefly parting from your core to kiss your inner thighs. You lift your hips towards his mouth, wanting his lips to meet your clit again. There’s no begging, no pleas… he does it.

And with a couple of skilled moves, you came undone. So easily, but not surprisingly. With your eyes closed, the world turned blank: it was all about the euphoria of your orgasm… like fire itself was running in your veins instead of blood, erupting from inside out. Made you everything and nothing. A perfect, lovely mess.

Sweat was still running down your temple when Otto picked you up, holding you tight to his chest and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to kiss your face tenderly. You could hear his strong heartbeat and feel the erection kept on his pants smoothing your bare lower back.

This was far from over, yet…

“I suppose the bed doesn’t feel cold anymore. Does it?” his thumb caresses your cheek with such affection that it hurts. You’ve missed him deeply. His voice, his arms, his kisses… everything. “I don’t see a sad expression on you now.”

You can’t help but laugh at this point. Well… of course he had read your messages. Thankfully, he knew you too well and came straight home. Although you were a bit too busy to care for his replies… everything went perfectly in the end.

“Consider yourself forgiven, my love.”

#answers #adventures-with-ana

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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@adventures-with-ana Oops. 😇 heheh~

I mean, right??? It's 100% scientific, for sure KDJWAOF I felt so damn embarrassed for reading getting caught, but since things ended like that... #sorrynotsorry

Oh! Maybe...? 👀 Right know I won't promise anything 'cause adulthood responsibilities are smashing me like a bug. But well... I've been tempted.

Burning Desire

Summary: When Doctor Octavius finds out how silly your crush on him can get as he discover some scribbling on your paperwork, he can't help but be a tease. Warnings: dom!Otto x sub!reader, age gap, mentions spanking, oral sex (giving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie Pairing: Otto Octavius x f!reader Requested by Anonymous featuring prompt 26 "Focus only on me". MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Read the rules and make your request here

Also posted on AO3

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Your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips Over over again, like my only prayer ━━ BURNING DESIRE (Lana Del Rey)

You couldn't exactly remember the point where your rigorously professional relationship with doctor Octavius crossed not one, but too many lines.

The late nights working in the lab together surely was a great help to bring the two of you together. And things were quick to get heated… shame is on you who had poor control over your own desperate desires.

But who could blame you at all?

In your defense, it was hard to not treasure doctor Octavius. He was a wise, respectful scientist with an admirable passion for his work, and such a courteous and experienced man… of course you had developed a goddamn crush on him. How could you not?

At first, you thought of it as a mere childish platonic passion, those where you got yourself thinking how his surname would look on you… Y/N Octavius. Damn. It was too great to ignore. You had even scribbled it a few times on the edges of your paperwork, violently erasing the words whenever Otto came dangerously closer. Of course, you’d blame a miscalculation if questions were asked, and he was gentle enough to reassure you. Little did he know…

Surprisingly, you realized he seemed to fancy you as well. Octavius was the one who always brought you morning coffee, let his hand brush in yours longer than expected when you handed him something, or even made sweet commentaries on how beautiful you were, leaving you flushed and stuttering to reply a simple thank you. And if you still have any doubts despite his clear preference for you among his other assistants, well… they were extirpated the very day you fucked him on his desk.

Having sex with your boss and mentor wasn’t precisely ethical of you, so the relationship you developed, if you could call the thing going on between you two like that, had to be kept a secret. You love the stolen kisses, the nasty touches under the table, especially if someone's around which implies you have to keep quiet no matter how good it feels. And also those lovely small gifts Octavius would leave on your table, signing the notes attached to them as a secret admirer. His handwriting was unmistakable, and he'd always come up to you afterwards, asking if you appreciated the present with a cocky smirk that left no doubts he already knew the answer.

And speaking of the devil…

Octavius had just required your presence in his private study, which could be he wanting to lecture you over some mistake or have sex. Or both, actually. You happily followed him along trotting like a puppy on their owner’s trail, standing patiently in the middle of the room while Doc closed the door behind you, waiting for him to offer you a seat. Such as the obedient pet you were.

He chuckles lightly when he passes by you, fingers brushing on your shoulder as a gentle caress, “I was reading your reports… excellent, I must say. But something caught my eye,” Octavius proceeds to move away, sitting behind his desk. The ghost of his touch was still lingering on your skin when he grabbed a handful of papers, examining them with a smirk. “Just remind me of something… since when has your last name become Octavius?”

“Oh… fuck,” you whisper, biting on your lower lip.

In fact, a million times fuck.

Your dumb-ass must have forgotten to erase some of your silly scribbling. And Octavius, the bastard… of course he wouldn’t miss it and be so damn amused. And of course you were blushing madly, your face boiling hot as the reddish blush covered them, running down to your neck til the tip of your ears. Not that you already aren't pretty obvious about your crush, but… this was way too childish, too embarrassing.

“Well…” you swallow, frozen where you're standing. A cornered prey staring right into the eyes of their predator. You needed to recover something of your dignity, if it still had something to recover by this point. But thankfully, you knew just how to handle this matter flawlessly. “In my defense, I… I… plead guilty, sir.”

Octavius’ eyes darken when you called him sir, but you didn't avoid his lustful stare. Instead, you let his piercing gaze reach for the deepest part of your soul, even if he already knew where you’re trying to get. Of course you knew this single, yet powerful, word would snap something inside of him. And hopefully it would be enough to erase your dumb scribbles out of his mind.

You managed to keep yourself still besides Octavius' hungry look, strong enough to leave shivers of expectation running down your spine. Despite having all your clothes on, you somehow felt naked… exposed. Like his gaze alone could tear your clothes apart. And it only left you more aroused for what was about to come. Which meant your plan was going all too well.

Batting your eyes with an innocence that surely didn’t match your thoughts, you wait for him to say something, no matter how much you’d love to state he was even hotter whenever his dominant side was brought up between four walls. Pity he probably wouldn’t spank you for daydreaming about him. No… he was way too fond of your passion, to not say cocky, to punish you for it.

“What a cute little one you are…” he exhales, eyes now wandering over your form from head to toe. “Come here, kitten” doctor Octavius taps his lap, finally inviting you to have a seat, and it’s your turn to smirk shamelessly as you pleasantly obey. “Now tell me… what were you thinking when you wrote these?” He points to the writings of Y/N Octavius all over the paper’s edges, making the blush on your cheeks persist and your smile fade. At least those weren’t followed by a couple of hearts.

Oh damn… as it seemed, he wasn’t giving up. Plan B was lying, but you surely were far from being a good liar, and Otto wouldn’t be happy to notice you’re trying to fool him, especially since he was being a fucking stubborn one as if he couldn’t already read you like a book.

Plan C was smarter and safer, so you followed along.

“I was thinking about you… about us,” you bit on your lip again, letting your fingers trace the lines of your handwriting smoothly. One of Octavius’ arms surrounds your hips, bringing your body close to his chest. He was warm… his scent had this strong accent that smelled like smoke and coffee. And, mostly, he was beginning to get hard. “I am sorry. I should have erased this before handing you my report. It’s… ridiculous. I am sorry, sir.”

“Is it?” with his chin resting on your shoulder, Octavius’ breath was dangerously close to your neck. It felt so pleasurable against your skin… you shiver, swallowing the whimper you’re about to vocalize. Your restraining didn’t seem to please the doctor as he noticed, so he moves the hand on your waist to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you can’t hold back your moan despite how much you’ve tried to suppress it. At least, it wasn’t loud enough to betray what you’re doing behind closed doors. “I don’t think so. Why don’t you just tell me all about these thoughts of yours about us? I can bet they are not as pure as the look you have on your pretty face.”

Octavius leans to kiss your blushed cheek, his wet mouth proceeding to peck the tip of your nose, and then moving down to your already parted lips, waiting for his tongue to come in. You close your eyes as his face gets closer and closer, feeling your heart pound against your ribs. Arousal, shame, desire... the whole trinity burning on your lower stomach.

Doc’s warmish breath tickles the sensitive skin of your mouth, though he didn’t move to actually kiss you as you expected him to. He avoids your awaiting lips, reaching lower to pick at the skin of your chin not so gently. Teeth gripping at it until it leaves a wet, red mark on your face.

"Doctor Octavius…” you sob, your sly tone of voice almost reaching a plea. “Why won’t you kiss me? Do you wish me to beg?”

“Oh dear, you’re such a good girl… but I am afraid I can’t proceed until you answer my question. Maybe I should repeat it for you?” Octavius brings his hand to stroke your cheek, sometimes lowering his caress to smooth the bruise on your chin, and you lean to his touch.

Pouting, you try to bring your thoughts together as you take a deep breath to recompose yourself… and in the silence which follows, you can hear your co-workers gossiping behind the door as they pass by, and you can’t help but let your focus deflect to their conversation. Kinda impossible to not do so, since you’re the subject.

“I bet Y/N is screwed again. It's the fifth time in a row she's called to Doctor Octavius’ office this week.”

Cocking a brow, your lips bend over to display a bold smile as you mewl your question, “Did you hear that? Are you going to screw me, Doc?”

“Darling… focus only on me,” the caress on your cheek gets rougher when his thumb and index fingers press each side of your face, holding it and keeping your eyes on him, and him only. “Are we going through that rebellious phase of yours again? If that’s the case, maybe I should put you in line before proceeding with this conversation.”

You shook your head, lowered your eyes to the papers and tapped your index finger on top of your writing. Alright! Focus. Plan C was still running, “I… I have a better idea. Why don’t you let me show you just what I was imagining while I scribbled this all over my paperwork, Doc? I am sure this is going to put my mouth into better use.”

Because saying exactly what you’re dreaming of out loud would point an end to your thing with Otto, you were sure it would. Your relationship was made to be kept between four walls, to be a stroke to the ego and a carnal pleasure. It was not meant for those lovely poetry shit and such declarations as... the way you thought about him while you wrote his last name as yours.

In your daydreams you’d picture him as your partner. Officially. But it would be too much to ask of Doctor Octavius. Your boss, your lover... the first man you had ever loved, keeping the truth of your feelings as secret as your relationship with him. For now, you’d have only what you could have. Greed is dangerous, so you choose to drown in lust instead.

He let go of his hold on your face, smirking. “Fair enough. Show me, then.”

Kneeling before Octavius, you push his chair enough to give you some space between his legs. The bulge in his pants was still there, making your mouth water with the glorious sight of his covered length. Your hands caress his inner thighs from the top to the bottom, slowly reaching for his pant’s buttons. Octavius groans, and his fingers find their way through your locks, intertwining them as one.

A delightful sigh escapes from your lips, which you wet with the tip of your tongue, “You know something I can’t get out of my mind?” you purred, your eyes meeting his as you finally unbuttoned the trousers, lowering them with his underpants. His free cock had precum already leaking from its red tip, and it’s Octavius’ turn to sigh, the grip on your hair getting harder. “Your moans. It feels so good when I earn them,” you chuckle, rolling your tongue around his glans, tasting the salty precum dripping on your mouth.

Octavius’ head fell back, and he squeezed his lips shut to avoid a whine, which echoes on his chest. “Oh, of course… it’s a shame we can’t be loud,” you head motions to the door. Behind it, the other assistants kept their work, concentrated in their calculations and shit, and too oblivious to care for how long you were staying in the boss’ private study. “But I do think about it a lot…how intense they get when you’re fucking my mouth. Damn… you’re making me wet already.”

“I knew there’s nothing good coming from this dirty head of yours,” he muttered under his breath, the fingers gripping on the strands of your hair now too close to your scalp. Hurts so good it burns, and it indubitably makes you horny.

“Oh… I am no good when it comes to you” and without another word, you take his full length down your throat, until his tip reaches its depths. It’s a bold move that almost makes you choke, but the way Octavius' breath sharpens and he groans weakly… it’s worth it.

He pulls the strands of your hair so hard that you can feel tears forming in your eyes, yet you take the pleasurable pain as a hint to don’t stop moving. You suck on Doc’s cock, wet mouth wrapped around his throbbing length as he bucks his hips to move further inside of you. His cock filled your mouth entirely, muffling your helpless cries with every thrust of Octavius’ hips. You let him settle the pace, digging your fingernails on his bare thighs to steady yourself.

Octavius’ free hand then moves to your chest, where he slides it under your blouse to find your breasts, no bra obstructing the way to your hard nipples. The doctor’s eyes widen, and he pinches your nipples between his thumb and his index finger. “You little minx,” his accusatory tone nearly makes you laugh, but you just sucked him harder, twirling your tongue around his cock until his chair was creaking with restless movements and he was mumbling sweet nothing, his grasps on your hair and skin loosening and then unexpectedly tightening again.

“Oh darling, you have no idea of how much I’d love to fuck you for this entire lab to hear” Doctor Octavius grunts, pulling your hair backwards until his cock slips out of your mouth. You grumble at the absence of his manhood, but have no more complaints when his lips capture yours in such a heated, passionate kiss which makes your knees weaken. “But I’ll fuck you nonetheless. Let me just… make sure you’ll keep quiet.”

His big hand now comes up to cover your mouth. Almost half of your face to be honest, considering the man is huge. By any means, the pressure is enough to suppress any sound you could vocalize, as you figured out when you try calling out his name while Octavius helped you to get on your feet. “Hm? What is it, darling? I can’t understand you like that, you know?” he giggles, moving the hand obstructing your mouth away when he tenderly lays you on your back on top of his table, moving away the sweaty strands of hair stuck on your face. “Say it, pet.”

“Since you’re going to keep me quiet… cum inside of me, would you? Please.”

He clicks his tongue, an amused grin in display “It would be my pleasure,” Octavius gives you a gentle peck before covering your mouth again. “Now open your legs for me, pet.” Obeying his command, you spread your legs, supporting your upper body on your elbows so your face is still close enough to his when leans to you, your breath tickling the palm of the Doc’s hand which was still pressed firmly against your face. Octavius’ eyes are dark with lust, the blow pupils obscuring the sweet chocolate iris. “Good girl.”

With a single hand, he manages to get rid of your clothes, slowly but surely leaving you naked from head to toe. Octavius had kissed and teased your body with each removed garment, leaving dark hickeys covering yourself from between your breasts to down your pelvis. Your hard nipples were still wet from his saliva, the burning pain of the loving bites traveling along his kisses until they’ve reached your lower stomach. There weren’t butterflies there, but flames. They make your body hot in a fever-pitch, dampening your aching chore with the languishing fluids of your desire.

Octavius’ firm hand was still covering your mouth, not moving a single inch since he placed it there. Your hot, thick breath was making its palm sweaty, and the drops of salty sweat were dripping in your parted mouth, from where restless moans came from. Though, the best was to come.

He finally reaches that sweet spot of yours, aching for him to touch it. Octavius’ aquiline nose brushes against your clit before his lips gives it a luscious kiss, which leaves your inner thighs trembling. You buck your hips, a silent plea for him to give you more. Doc chuckles, withdrawing his face from your needy pussy. Your desperate cry is muffled. “Be patient, kitten. I’ve waited too… look what you’ve done to me.”

Clenching his free hand around his cock, Octavius inhales sharply before pressing it against your wet cunt. He slides his cock between your folds, moving it smoothly thanks to your fluids. Its head touches your clit over and over, electric waves running through your veins from each sloppy thrust. Your nails scratch the wooden surface of the table, your watering Bambi eyes staring right into Octavius’. It takes this mere glance for him to know you want him inside.

“My pet is so eager to take me,” he mutters, guiding himself inside of you. Your tense muscles relaxed briefly when his cock got warmed in the embrace of your walls, fulfilling your burning desire. Octavius’ hand around your mouth tightens to hush you, but your relieved moan is still quite soundly. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. You have the sweetest of the cunts. Has anyone told you that?”

His thrusts are painfully slow, but the motion is meant to be kept once the sound of your skins colliding was a bit too indiscreet. You grind your teeth, considering the idea of being fucked to the whole lab to hear dangerously tempting. Whining, you roll your hips to get Octavius’ attention, who gasps with the unexpected friction. “I know, dear… I know,” he sighs, lowering himself to kiss your temple. “Guess I’ve never taken my time to savor you, did I? Sneaking around made us too brief and rough. Shame on me.”

Doc unclasps the grip on your mouth, and you instantaneously gasp for air. Before you can say anything, though, his lips are crushed against yours. Octavius is demanding, his tongue hovers above yours and sets the dominance, twirling inside your mouth and swallowing your moans.You bring your legs to surround his waist, embracing it and bringing him closer to you. His thrusts now are deeper with each move from his hips, settling the pace which he follows with his tongue.

The slow pace goes from excruciating to voluptuous, reaching a sweet spot inside of you. Your moans echo through your chest, reverberating on Octavius' throat. Not only your legs, but now your arms embrace the Doctor’s frame, holding tightly on him as if your life depended on it. He parts the kiss to catch his breath, resting his forehead on top of yours. “Hush, kitten. You are doing so well… I’ll fill you with my cum in no time. ”

You shiver, the expectation bubbling in your stomach sending waves of blazing pleasure all over your body. The flames once licking your lower stomach were now crackling all over your body, announcing how closer you were to your high. You let your head fall back, landing smoothly on the table under you.

Octavius takes it as an advantage to maintain his control over you, keeping you pinned to the table by catching your throat between his fingers. You swallow thick, feeling a knot in your stomach slowly loosen… the overwhelming bliss pokes the deepest part of you, a slight warning it was about to erupt.

“Doctor Octavius…” your voice feels distant when you call for him, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. “I… I think I…”

“Shhh. It’s Otto, darling. I wanna hear you calling me Otto when you cum on my cock.”

You barely have the strength to nod as Doc places his thumb on your clit, rubbing it delicately in circular motions. The calloused skin brushing on your most sensitive nerves is enough to send a last shiver down your spine, which causes a heavy trembling from your head to toe. You hug Otto tightly when your orgasm collapses over you body, whispering his name over and over right in his ear. At first, it’s desperate. Then feverly passionate. It’s a prayer, a plea… your end and your beginning. Your everything.

Numb with pleasure, your mind goes blank as your walls clenched tightly around him. When you went down from your high, a panting and sweaty mess, Otto is digging his fingers on your buttcheeks as he finds the way to his own release. It’s another shot of ecstasy hitting you with no mercy. You squeeze your mouth shut as, satisfying his later promise, he fills you with his cum.

Still buried inside of you, Doctor Octavius kisses all the way to your shoulders through your collarbone. His soothing lips smooch all the dark bruises marked on your skin before they capture your mouth, kissing you with no rush. His fingertips gently caress your scalp, then your back, moving to your chest to cup your breasts. You can feel him smiling through the kiss, really taking his time to savor you...

You’re the one to part, running your thumb over his lower lip slowly to smooth the small bite you just gave it. You raise your eyes to meet his, feeling your heartbeat faster with how tenderly he was looking down at you...

“I love you.”

You blink. Repeatedly. Did you just hear him say…?

“Wait… what?!”

“I love you,” he repeated, smiling from ear to ear. “Dearly. I want to make you mine not only between those walls... I want you to be Y/N Octavius, you silly pretty thing. I love you. Just as much as you love me. And I knew it. All this time… I just wanted to hear you say it. I needed to be sure. Pardon me for…"

“I love you too,” you cut him off, breathlessly. If this was some sort of dream, you wish you’d never wake up.

A/N: my second smut, yay! So, I had this first idea... which I had completely changed so maybe this piece only makes sense in my head? *faints* Feedback is always welcome and PLEASE give feedback I love to talk plus I am the most insecure petite thing you'll ever meet so- feedback. 🐱

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