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val-made-a-mistake · 1 year

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❝THE PUNISHMENT.❞

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summary: doctor octavius, your nuclear physics professor, catches you smoking on campus. instead of reporting you to security, he takes the opportunity to bring you back to his class and punish you his own way instead.

warnings: smut, teacher!au, age gap, oral sex m receiving, spanking, hair-pulling, embarrassment, mentions of orgasm control but no real orgasm control, sliiiight dubcon at first because reader is kept in the dark on how she’s gonna be punished, totally not originally written as a guilty pleasure fic for my irl english prof

word count: 2.4k

a/n: come on. did you really think i stopped being horny for this man?

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As soon as the lecture had ended, you’d made what you hoped wasn’t an overly obvious beeline out of your classroom. You couldn’t help it: you hadn’t had a hit this morning, and now the rhythm that you’d previously established was totally off and you were embarrassingly, wildly desperate, driven half-insane by the seventy-five minutes it had taken to get through a complicated explanation of nuclear physics from Dr Octavius without the hazy contentment from your vape.

You almost sighed in relief as you caught sight of the gender-neutral bathroom down the hall: you shuffled inside in a hurry, already shrugging your bag off your shoulders so you could unzip and search for what you needed so badly—

Pressing your bag to the wall, your eager hand rifled past binders and papers and textbooks, diving deep into the bag until you found it.

Freshly filled and beautiful. Holy shit.

You stuck the vape into your mouth and inhaled greedily, filling your lungs for a moment before exhaling an enormous, satisfying puff of grape-scented vapour all around you. Like always, the aftertaste burned your throat in the best way.

As you waved away the residue clouds that hung in the air, the nicotine washed over you like a peaceful, calming wave, and you found yourself smiling in spite of yourself.

The bathroom was deserted, but you turned into the corner and sucked on the vape again, quickly pulling off as the taste of artificial grape burned in your throat—

“Y/N, you forgot your book in class,” Otto Octavius said, rounding the corner of the bathroom at exactly the wrong moment: it was impossible to hide, you choked on vapour and sent half of it prematurely pummeling down your throat, and half of it into the air.

Fuck!

You coughed violently and tried to hide the vape behind your back, embarrassment and panic rising in you all at once, but of course he’d already seen.

Otto’s face was impossible to read: his eyebrows had jumped up and his eyes had widened, you weren’t sure if he was surprised or…angry.

He definitely sounded disappointed, though. “Y/N, you know I have to bring you to security.”

Your mouth fell open but no words came out: with no other options, tears streaming down your bright red cheeks because of choking, you dropped the vape into his hand and awkwardly stared at him as he pocketed it.

You couldn’t help it: you crumpled under his stare.

“Pl-please don’t take me to security,” you blurted out.

(Not exactly the attempt at gaslighting him you had hoped for, but you tried your best.)

“You’re not going there yet, you’re coming with me to my room,” Otto inserted firmly. “You still need to get your book.”

You gulped and nodded rapidly. “Okay.”

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The awkward walk back to his room was silent. You were trying not to cry out of panic, and at the thought of punishment, your blood had run so cold it felt like your heart had ceased to beat altogether.

Otto let you in first, and you couldn’t help but gulp again as the door smartly shut closed with a loud SNAP!

Hating not knowing what to do with yourself, you awkwardly sidestepped to your seat and put the book you’d left in your bag. Your panic was subsiding slightly into anger— anger at him or anger at yourself, you didn’t even know.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

God, I hate myself.

The silence continued as Otto tossed your vape onto his desk and paused for a moment.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say something just yet, so you didn’t say anything. He broke the silence calmly.

“I won’t take you to security, but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you.”

Your eyebrows quirked in confusion; you opened your mouth to speak. “Sir, I—“

“Did I not make myself clear?” Otto snarled, making you cower slightly. “Come here. Bend over my desk. Pull up that little skirt for me, too.”

Incredulous, your heartbeat speeding out of control from sheer embarrassment, you hurried over and complied, wondering what the hell he was going to do with you.

An uncomfortable shudder crawled up your spine. Your stomach was buzzing with all sorts of uncomfortable feelings, but you couldn’t ignore the excitement within the fear.

You tried to keep your face straight as Otto lifted your skirt up to your hips, but for a few long seconds, nothing happened. Skin that you weren’t at all accustomed to showing was exposed in the rush of room-temperature air, and he was just…staring.

“Are you…just going to look?” you wondered aloud.

“No, I’m punishing you,” he told you.

You felt his hands on your butt first, fingertips slipping under your underwear delicately only to roughly tear it off.

You squealed slightly at that, biting your lip to keep it down, but he heard you and of course he laughed as his hand connected to your ass in a sharp SLAP!

Oh, god.

Another spank made you wince and lurch forward, but a pang of heat hit between your legs, too— you hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much, but after all the anticipation, you just needed him to get it over with.

“Ow,” you mumbled weakly.

You curled your hands into fists and shut your eyes, preparing for the next hard smack— you could already feel your stinging skin beginning to bloom pink— but instead of spanking you again, Otto lowered his hand to let his fingers slide over your pussy.

You managed to swallow your gasp but your legs were already quivering at his touch, betraying you: he was focusing on your clit, rubbing it gently, and you found your back arching of its own accord.

“What…I don’t…” you mumbled something incoherent, trying to keep yourself from squirming as you approached the edge of…something, but at first you didn’t know what it was.

Then it hit you.

Oh, no.

But before you could feel the telltale pleasure of heat pooling low in your abdomen, Otto withdrew his hand quickly and spanked you harsher than ever, making you cry out.

“J-just a little more, sir, please,” you begged.

“I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he promised cryptically, and you felt his fingers dance across your pussy again.

You swore under your breath as he pushed a finger inside of you, just barely to the second knuckle, and did your best not to squirm.

Otto paused. “Just that makes you struggle?”

Your embarrassment felt electric in your stomach, but you shook your head rapidly, needing more, more, more, all of him that you could get.

“I need you,” you whispered.

There was a long moment of silence, and for a second you thought he was going to spank you again, but instead he withdrew his finger and said, “Get on your knees.”

Excitement hit you like a bolt of lightning and you got on the ground as fast as you could, craning your neck to look up at him.

You opened your mouth obediently as his thumb brushed your bottom lip. Sucking on his thumb gently almost distracted you from his other hand unzipping his fly, but you kept eye contact with him, needing to prove to him how obediently you could take this punishment.

“Close your eyes,” Otto murmured, and you closed your eyes softly, anticipation and need bubbling in your stomach all at once, needing this more than the vape he’d caught you with.

You couldn’t see anything with your eyes closed, but you felt him wrap your hand around his cock, so much warmer than the rest of him and growing harder in your palm.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. He felt…big.

“Just like that, baby,” Otto murmured as you experimentally slid your hand up his length, then slid it down. “Just like that.”

Another stroke, an electrifying beat, then you leaned forward and took the tip of him in your mouth.

You felt his salty precum smear on your tongue and it gave you courage to stroke him again, gently and tentatively— God, you really hoped you were doing this right.

You must’ve been, because suddenly there were two hands on the sides of your head, then Otto was pushing your mouth all the way down on his cock, making you gag as the tip of his cock barged into the very back of your throat.

Your eyes flew open and tears threatened to fill them, but he kept the hands on your head as firm as ever, forcing you to bob your head, making you choke and splutter around him as you tried to take it all.

You needed to come so bad, but first of all you needed to breathe.

Apparently sensing this, Otto pulled out of your throat and let you gasp for air for a moment, smirking as you blinked the tears out of your eyes.

“That’s how deep my cum will be when I’m done,” he told you, and he gestured over to the desk again. “Get up.”

You complied weakly, bending over the desk before he could tell you to, and unsurprisingly, his hand connected to your ass in a loud SMACK once again, but he shoved two fingers inside of you before you could even process it, effectively alleviating the sting that came two seconds later.

As his fingers delved in and out of you, he laughed quietly, making you glance behind you in confusion.

“That’s wet,” you heard him say from above you, jutting his fingers inside of you a little further. “You getting turned on by this, honey?”

You gasped incoherently in response, squealing a little when Otto made you arch your back by tugging on your hair, then forced his fingers inside of your mouth, making you taste how sweet you were.

“Sweet little thing,” he muttered, releasing you and shoving his fingers inside of your pussy again.

You inhaled sharply at the stab of heat in your abdomen, but when you glanced back at him, he was tasting your sweetness himself.

He caught you looking and smirked.

“I’m more than twice your age, sweetie,” he reminded you. “You shouldn’t be wet because of me.”

“Oh god,” you spluttered, “Please don’t say that.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he responded. “Makes your little pussy clench.”

You knew he was right, but you still shivered. “God, please…”

“Bratty fucking girl,” Otto spat from above you. “I catch you vaping in the bathroom, I punish you, but you just want more, huh?”

“Yes,” you panted.

“What, you need to be fucked?”

You nodded as his fingers went deep inside of you, trying not to moan out loud as embarrassment burned in your veins.

“Need to be fucked raw?”

You spluttered, words failing you, but you arched your back and put your stinging pink ass on full display for him, a wordless confirmation of how badly you needed this, and holyfuckingshit you felt his fingers withdraw from you.

“Could watch this puffy little pussy drip all day,” he told you, but you were barely listening as you felt something incredibly warm breach your entrance: hard, big, and thick, and you felt your gut twist and the shame rise in you as he continued to push further, untill…

Your professor’s cock was inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your heart plummeting.

It took a few moments, but once he found his rhythm inside of you, his cock delved in and out of your pussy, it was mind-numbing heaven.

Oh. My. God.

You almost wondered how no one had caught you yet, looking around at the rows and rows of empty seats all around you, but nothing mattered as the sound of skin on skin filled the wide, empty room.

“Fuck, my whole class is gonna smell like you, honey,” Otto laughed breathlessly, and you clenched your eyes shut, trying not to moan so loud the whole of Empire State University heard you.

You were whining and gasping, clinging onto the edge of the desk he’d bent you over. “Please sir, please let me come!”

“Yeah, come for me, sweetheart,” you heard him say, and you whined as heat crashed through you, giving you what must’ve been the actual sweet release you’d been looking for ever since the lecture had ended, and you had to grin at the irony as euphoria raced through your brain.

You heard a gasped laugh from above you. “Consider that a treat.”

Your body was shaking, a live wire of this electric pleasure running through you, and for a moment your mind drifted away from the university entirely as Otto reached down to rub your clit, nice and firm to couple with the rhythm of his cock inside of you.

This was so wrong, but so good, and holy shit, you were already needing a next time.

Your head was spinning and you didn’t even want to think about the bare feeling of his cock inside you with absolutely nothing in the way, allowing you to feel absolutely everything, but it didn’t matter, you felt a hand in your hair and suddenly he was yanking you upward.

“Sweet little cunt,” he got out in a grunt, “Wish I could feel you squeezing me all day…”

To your dismay, Otto was already withdrawing from you— you were both running short on time, you realized.

“On your knees,” he said, and with your head spinning and your legs aching, you complied a little slower this time.

You knelt before him and took him into your throat, noticing his cock was significantly sweeter now that you’d had it in you, but you bobbed your head around him, leaning into it until you felt your gag reflex kick in. You didn’t even care, you gagged around him, sucking him to the best of your ability as filthy noises spilled from your throat and tears materialized in your eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Otto choked, grabbing the crown of your head to push you down, and his cock pulsed in your mouth as the first shot of come went into your throat.

It was bitter, but you gulped it down eagerly. Knowing you were doing something right, you wrapped your hand around his cock as more drops shot onto your tongue, jerking him off to keep getting more and more from him, milking him for all he was worth—

Otto had to stop you by grabbing your hair and hand at once, laughing as he guided you off of him.

"That's all of it, sweetheart, you got it all— fuck…"

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fukamistea · 1 year

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Captive (Doc Ock x Reader Smut)

Doctor Octopus needs Tritium to work on his new diabolical invention. Harry Osborn is your best friend... and also the only person in the world that can give Otto what he needs.

× Warnings: non-con, tentacles, orgasm delay, orgasm control, vaginal sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, breathplay, kidnapping. ×

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The gente breeze of the evening caressed your face and your naked shoulders. You hated wearing uncomfortable dresses that looked like they were about to fall apart, but your best friend was the billionaire Harry Osborn and a lot of paparazzi were always around him, one way or another. He couldn't be seen with someone dressed like a hobo, you had to endure that torture for the sake of your friendship.

"Are you sure we are safe from those nasty paparazzi? I'm getting tired of holding my tummy in case they decide to take a picture of us." You sipped a bit of champagne directly from the bottle, your tongue burning. "Also why does this crap tastes awful?"

"You wouldn't call it crap if you knew its price. Also you should really grab a glass instead of drinking like an alcoholic." Laughed your friend Harry, holding a glass full of whisky and ice in his hand.

"Perhaps that's what I am. An alcoholic. And I really hate this crap, where's the good stuff?"

"Pfff, you're unbelievable. Also we are safe here on top of this building, you can relax."

"Ahhhh, finally." You were tired of holding your breath, always trying to look impeccable to avoid any gossip. Your feet hurt after a day spent wearing high heels, it was such a shame that you had to endure this just to hang out with your best pal.

"You are gorgeous tonight, by the way. This dress really suits you." He told you while his cheeks flushed of a bright red. "The heels are nice, I made the right choice gifting them to you."

"Yeah, they're nice but I would rather be wearing something warm or more comfy."

"Well, I can always give you my jacket." Harry walked towards you, his jacket in one hand and the whisky in the other. He was about to cover your shoulders when...

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Something heavy was approaching, that weird sound was closer and closer, almost if someone was climbing the building.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Harry protuded towards the edge of the balcony, looking down. A metallic limb pushed him to the ground, his drink flying mid-air and about to spill, but luckily that same limb grabbed it with ease.

"Hello Harry." A man with four robotic arms was standing right in front of your friend, a pair of black glasses covering his eyes. He sipped a bit of whisky from Harry's glass, holding it with the aid of one of those weird arms.

"Otto? What do you want?" Gasped Harry, looking at the stranger with fear in his eyes. The other was even closer now, slowly approaching as you watched in horror.

"My precious Tritium. And I need more of it this time."

"More Tritium? Are you crazy? You'll destroy the city! You're a-"

Before Harry could even finish the sentence his leg was grabbed by one of his metallic tentacles. You screamed as you saw your best friend's body being lifted from the ground, fearing that perhaps that was his last moment alive. "I could throw you off this building, but unfortunately I need you alive..."

Otto looked in your direction, smirking. After releasing Harry he decided to grab you instead, his tentacles wrapping like snakes around your waist. "What a nice girl we have here. I think I'll take you as an hostage."

"What- no, let me go! I will fucking murder you if you touch me!"

"No, leave her alone!" Screamed your best friend while your eyes filled with tears, your arms furiously punching the metal in hope that the tentacles would malfunction and let you go. "Please leave her, it's me that you want!"

"Then if you want to save her you better give me what I asked for." He chuckled, grabbing your chin while you struggled to break free. "You have 24 hours. If you fail... you know what happens."

And then, fast as he came, Otto left with you in his grip, leaving a desperate Harry behind. The darkness did a great job at hiding your bodies, your screams unheard by the rest of the world. New York was a pretty chaotic place and the noise of cars and other people walking down the street was enough to cover your cries for help. "Let me go or I will murder you, you're a monster!"

"So feisty. Good, I like it." The man was holding you tight with his tentacles, jumping from building to building with ease. "You shouldn't say such things if you're not ready for the consequences."

"Oh, fuck you!" You angrily started punching his tentacles, bruising your own fists in the process, trying to reach his face. You struggled and cried until Otto was too pissed to ignore your behaviour any longer: he wrapped both of his hands around your neck, tightening his grip until you were unable to breathe properly. Your punches became weaker and weaker, your strength slowly leaving your body.

"You're not talking anymore, huh?" The man's smirk was the last thing you saw, your body finally going limp. You passed out still held by his tentacles, unable to escape... and who knows what that monster was gonna do to you? You prayed that it was only a nightmare, that you were still with your friend Harry on that rooftop, both too drunk to walk straight, confessing your deepest secrets to each other. You prayed that whatever was going on was just an illusion, a trick that your mind was just making up... but perhaps praying was useless in a world where gods didn't exist.

When you woke up all of your hopes were shattered: you were still a captive and no one was coming to save you, you were completely at his mercy.

You looked around, the smell of moisture and rust flooded your nostrils: the walls around you looked wet and molding, the floorboards were cracked and about to break. If that was his secret hiding place then... it sucked. He definitely could have picked a better place, maybe one that wasn't probably infested with rats.

Doctor Octopus was still holding you tight with no intention of letting you go: after all you were his precious prisoner, the only way for him to obtain the precious Tritium that only Harry could provide. "I see you finally woke up. How was the nap, princess?"

"Fuck off, you almost killed me."

"Killed you? Oh, darling... why would I do such a thing to a beauty like you? Also your good friend Harry wants me to keep you alive." The doctor was holding your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him.

"Keep his name out of your dirty mouth. He will never give you what you want, so you better release me."

"Dirty mouth, huh?" Otto grabbed your hair, forcing your head to get closer to his. Your lips were a few inches apart, he was so close that you could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. "Perhaps I should clean it with yours."

It was only a matter of seconds and his tongue was deep inside of your throat, exploring every single segment of your wet cave. You tried to push him away, your fists still sore from the punches you gave to his tentacles, but unfortunately you were unable to make him stop. He was completely dominating your mind, biting roughly your lips as his muscle kept rummaging inside of your mouth. He only let go of you a few minutes later, finally letting you catch your breath, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

"I guess that makes both of our mouths dirty now."

Your mind went in tilt for the embarrassment: the whole time he kissed your lips you couldn't do anything to make him stop, your arms too weak to fight against his metallic tentacles. But you still weren't going down without a fight. "You kiss like a fucking pig, you know? I would rather choke to death than kiss you again."

The doctor's smile completely faded the moment you made that remark. You were starting to get on his nerves, perhaps it was a mistake to try him like that. He tightened his grip around your waist, making you writhe in pain to the point your screams died inside of your throat. Still, he was caring enough to let you go before any damage was done to your bones or internal organs. "You want to choke to death? Well then, as you wish."

You were forced on your knees by his tentacles, his left hand still gripping hard your head. He unzipped his pants with the other hand, shoving his cock in front of your face. He then slapped your face with it a few times, poking your cheeks while chuckling. "Your whore mouth must be so eager to take me. Let's see if I can make you finally behave."

"If you try it... I-I will bite you." You sobbed, trying not to look at his enormous erection that was perhaps too big for you to take.

"Go on, bite me, I dare you." Otto slapped you again with his cock, now poking your entrance, a sadistic smile on his lips. "But if you do I will be forced to pluck all of your teeth out and then fuck your mouth until you die. I can always find another hostage to force Harry to give me the Tritium."

Tears were now running down your cheeks as Doctor Octavius shoved the tip of his cock inside of your mouth, moaning slightly. "Good slut, now use your tongue." A tentacle was approaching your face, threatening to hurt you if you didn't obey. You started licking and sucking on his tip, trying your best to pleasure him to avoid being killed. Your legs and arms were trembling in fear, there was nothing you could have done to avoid this.

Otto kept his hand firm, holding tight a lock of your hair while shoving even more of his length inside of your throat, making you choke and gag on him. His erection was too big for you to take inside of your mouth, he was depriving you of oxygen in order to make you more submissive and compliant. "You wanted to choke to death, right? Happy now?"

You grabbed his hips, bracing yourself for what was about to come. Doctor Octopus began face-fucking you, your head used as a mere toy for his pleasure. You gagged and cried, silently hoping he would stop abusing your throat, feeling his cock deep inside of you. Your screams were being suffocated by his shaft, the doctor completely ignoring you. "So tight and wet." He moaned, fastening his peace, his balls hitting your chin repeatedly.

You were forced to suck him for a few minutes, Octavius only giving you a few seconds now and then to catch your breath before violating your mouth again and again, his erection was now fully inside of you, fucking you while fastening the pace now and then. He loved the sound of your muffled screams, he loved the way you grabbed his hips in a desperate attempt to stabilize yourself... but most of all he loved the look of pure hate you had in your eyes, knowing that you were completely at his mercy and unable to defeat him.

"I think it's enough preparation." Doctor Octopus finally let you go, his cock still painfully hard. He grabbed your chin with one hand, his tentacles lifting you mid-air, one holding both of your arms, one wrapped around your waist and the other two spreading your legs apart. He violently ripped your dress, throwing it to the ground. "Wow, it looked so expensive but it apparently was made out of paper. Heh, too bad."

You coughed as hard as you could, saliva dripping down from your lips as a result of being forced to suck him. "You motherfucker... you will pay for this." You felt exposed, vulnerable in front of him. Your dress was gone, the last shred of dignity you had... now you were only wearing your underwear and those pretentious heels Harry bought you. "Fuck you."

"I like feisty whores like you. It's funnier to break them." Before you could reply he destroyed your underwear with one hand, shoving one of his fingers inside your tight hole. "You're so fucking wet and I didn't even touch you. Is it possible that you became like this just by sucking me off?"

"N-no, you were forcing yourself on me, I could never g- h-ah..." you bit your lower lip, trying to hold your moans of pleasure. You were ashamed of yourself for being so wet in that situation: he was literally raping you and all you could do was moan instead of begging him to stop?

"You could never what?" He mocked you, adding another finger, massaging your wet folds before penetrating you again. "I can't hear you, you should probably speak up."

"S-stop this, you're disgusting."

"So now you beg me to stop? After behaving like a spoiled brat I think you deserve a proper punishment."

"Fuck you." Collecting the last ounce of your courage you finally found the strength to spit on his face. You looked at him with fear but also anger, not wanting to submit to him.

"Very well then."

Otto removed his fingers from inside of you, licking your juices to have a taste of your womanhood. He grabbed an handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning your saliva that covered half of his face, remaining completely calm. Perhaps it was the absence of any reaction the thing that you found most frightening. You sighed in relief when you noticed he wasn't about to slap you or hurt you in any way, your heart beating so fast inside of your chest that it looked like it was about to burst.

The doctor grinned at you, still not saying a word. A second later, he shoved his entire length inside of your hole without giving any warning, his hips ready to ravage your insides. You cried in pain, not fully prepared to take him in but still wet enough to allow him to slide in with ease. "What a nice pussy you have here, it will be a pleasure for me to ruin it forever."

"No! N-no please not here! Please stop, I'm beggi-" Doc Ock started moving slowly inside of you, hitting the right spots to make you go crazy. Your hole was much tinier than he expected, but he still managed to make his cock fit completely, almost as if you were his personal cocksleeve. He repeatedly hit your g spot again and again, fastening the peace while you moaned in pleasure.

"Ngh... please..."

"Please what? You want me to keep going?" Doctor Octavius grabbed both of your breasts, squishing them in his hands while he kept fucking your stretched cunt. Your insides were tight, wet and warm, the perfect environment for him to pour his seed in. His cock was being squished and stroked gently by your walls, it was the best pussy he ever had in his life, perfect in every way for him. "I am so lucky to have found you, your hips were practically begging me to fuck you. Perhaps if you behave I will decide to keep you as my personal fucktoy, how does it sound?"

But you were too lost in the pleasure to even understand what he was saying. Your walls were being stretched by his enormous cock, all of your sensitive spots touched and rubbed simultaneously. Doc Ock was fucking great at it, almost as if he knew where to hit to make a moaning mess out of you. Perhaps he was very experienced, or perhaps he was just gifted, but his cock pleased you like nothing else in the world, nothing you ever did before was great as being fucked by him. "Otto... please... p-please don't..."

"Or else what? You'll cum?" He asked, slamming roughly his entire length inside of you, hitting your cervix. He shoved again his tongue inside your mouth, making you understand that he was in charge and there was nothing you could do to avoid being used by him. His hands focused your breasts and hips, massaging them slowly and gently before wrapping around your neck. As you were being fucked silly, the doc decided to choke you again, this time applying slightly less strength: after all he wanted you to be awake, he just wanted to make you a bit dizzy.

You started seeing black spots, unable to breathe. He let go of your neck the second before you passed out, a jolt of adrenaline running through your veins as you felt something you've never felt before... a weird kind of pleasure spreading through your body, accentuating the pleasure you were already feeling from being violated. The absence of oxygen did this to you, now you were just begging him to let you cum as he kept thrusting inside of your womanhood.

"Please... make me cum..." you begged, almost as if he successfully broke your mind by giving you too much pleasure. His cock was still pounding you hard, but you desperately needed to touch yourself in order to cum.

Otto grinned and, after licking throughly two of his fingers, started rubbing your clitoris, making you moan even harder. He liked seeing you like that, a shameless whore at his mercy, ready to be fucked for hours and take all of his cum inside of her womb. He loved the way you convulsed, still begging him to make you cum, absolutely humiliating yourself in order to feel even more pleasure.

And then... he stopped. He stopped touching you, he stopped thrusting inside of you, the orgasm you were chasing was gone in an instant. He stood there, not making a sound, looking at you with the same shit eating grin he had before. "Oh, what a shame. You poor little thing, so eager to cum for me."

"What the fuck are you doing?" You asked in disappointment, his cock still hard inside of you but not fucking you anymore. You tried to move your hips towards him, but the tentacles were holding you tight, making you unable to move.

Seeing you struggle, desperate to have him, made the Doctor laugh. He was amused by your behaviour, moments ago you were begging him to stop and now... now you looked like a filthy whore, too impatient to wait even a single second.

"If you tell me you're my slut and that I should fuck you, then I will give you what you need."

"You're crazy. I would never say such a disgusting thing."

Otto exited from your hole, using the aid of his metallic arms to turn you around. He let go of your arms and legs, now holding one of your breasts with one of the remaining tentacle, the others wrapping voraciously around your naked body. You still had your heels on, perhaps that was a turn on for the doctor.

"Then I won't do anything." He threatened, his warm breath on your neck. He was behind you, his hands running on your body, his erection rubbing against your wet folds. "We'll just stay like this forever, until Harry finds us. Naked. And then what will he think of his slut friend that likes to be fucked by the guy that just kidnapped her?"

"You're a monster, you wouldn't do it."

"Then try me, we'll se what happens."

You tried to close your legs and rub your own clitoris with his cock, desperately searching for a way to cum. The pleasure was gone, now that he wasn't inside of you anymore, trying anything else was useless. You let out a deep sigh, finally giving in. "Please, fuck me, I'm a slut..."

"Oh? I think you can do better than that, am I right?" He kept mocking you, shoving his cock inside of your pussy but still not moving. You moaned loudly, groaning in disappointment when you noticed he wasn't going to do anything unless you completely submitted to him.

"Please... I'm your filthy whore, I need your cock inside of me or I'll go crazy, I want my pussy to be used by you until I cum. Please, fuck me, use me, abuse me... I just need your seed inside of me."

"What a good girl you are. Then I'll give you what your filthy mind wants." Satisfied with your words Otto began fucking your pussy from behind, one hand on your neck and the other rubbing your clitoris. His tentacles were like dangerous snakes keeping you captive, you were his prey and he was going to do anything he wanted to you. You kept moaning while he thrusted harder and harder inside of you, your pussy was now shaped by his dick. He owned you and you knew it, every single inch of your skin knew that Otto Octavius was now your master, and you also knew you were his new fleshlight to use and break. "You. Are. All. Mine." He growled between thrusts. "No one will ever save you, I won't let you escape."

Otto began breathing loudly, his thrusting was ecstatic, the sound of meat slapping against meat filling the air. You finally came, the most powerful orgasm you had in your life, at the point you even squirted on the ground and on his fingers. The doctor let out a deep chuckle, tasting your sweet fluids as he fucked you harder, the hand on your throat tightening more and more. "You're so wet... and tight... ah, I can't do it anymore."

When he came, his warm seed filled your insides. He kept thrusting inside of you to the point that his own cum began gushing violently outside of your pussy, falling on your legs and on the floor, mixing with your own juices. He kissed softly your neck, almost as if he was claiming you as his own property, breathing loudly on your shoulder while still feeling the pleasure of his deep orgasm. You, on the other hand, were almost going to pass out, your ruined pussy still filled with his seed. You felt so ashamed of what happened, you begging him to fuck you like a pathetic whore instead of trying to fight him.

"So good. You were so good. I'm gonna keep you forever." He said softly, caressing your hair as you slowly fell asleep, too tired to keep your eyes open. He kissed your neck once again, his tentacles holding you gently. "Let's go to a cleaner place... perhaps we'll have round two."

You closed your eyes, cradled by the darkness that slowly filled your mind.

There was no escape from him, no one could say no to the doctor...

Perhaps you just had to surrender to your fate and embrace becoming his cocksleeve forever and ever.

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Thanks for reading this, there will be more! If you enjoyed the story please leave a comment to let me know so I know how to improve :')

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cemeteryladycass · 6 months

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Somewhat Suggestive ?

Uh hi again you all- I decided to try something new and post some… semi-suggestive art ? Not sure if Tumblr allows it anymore but hey it’s worth a shot :,) -

This poor man is confused as all hell on why she is making other noise ( not screaming in fear so to say - ) - he’s also extremely riled up now.

( God y’all I have issues— )

#doc ock smut #doc ock #doctor octopus #otto octavius #doctor octavius #suggestive #spiderman #the obsession i have with this man is immaculate #self insert #self insert x canon

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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for day 3 maybe some implied smut with otto? I've been dying to see some more of him from you! it can be however short or long you want :)

Snowed In

Otto Octavius FanFiction

A/N: sorry it's short! i still have writers block. also, DAY THREE OF 14 DAYS OF VALENTINE'S SO GET EXCITED!

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

Summary: You get snowed in with your mother's ex.

Warnings: Age Gap. Implied Smut. (Let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: idk its just short

Note: M/N is Mothers Name

Shoot.The car is stuck. You thought to yourself as the car wouldn't move anymore in the deep snow.

You knew it would happen, just thought you would get home before it did.

You looked out into the blizzard and saw a house light not too far away. Maybe someone lived there who would let you shelter for the night.

You opened the car door and trudged through the snow towards the home. Arriving on the front steps, you knocked twice.

You knew you looked ridiculous and soaking wet, but you needed shelter.

Finally, after some shuffling noises, the door opened and a man appeared behind it.

Four large metal arms posed behind the man.

You surprisingly knew who it was. Your mother's ex, Dr. Otto Octavius.

You caught yourself staring, and Otto had a confused look on his face.

"Sorry. My car got stuck and I was wondering if I could shelter here until the morning. It's awfully cold outside." You told him.

"Oh, it's quite alright. You may stay as long as you need to, dear, no worries." Then he realized you seemed familiar. "Tell me, are you related to M/N? You seem familiar."

"Yes- she's my mother. I recognized you when you opened the door." You said, then shivered.

"Sorry, come in."

You gave a nod of thanks and stepped through the doorway.

You were immediately aware that it was warmer inside. You shivered again as cold ice slid down your back.

Otto led you to a bedroom on the second floor, a beautiful small room with a reading nook on one side with a bay window.

"It's great, thank you, Otto."

"No worries. And I don't think you told me your name."

You smiled. "Y/N."

Otto returned your smile. "Well then, nice to meet you, Y/N."

Again. You thought.

Otto left you alone for the rest of the night, and you got settled into reading in the reading nook with a large fluffy blanket.

The sky when you arrived there was fairly light still. But now the sky outside was pitch black.

You decided you liked Otto, for his kindness towards you and the large feeling of hospitality.

Yet he was handsome, and a small part of you couldn't help imagining the things you could do with him had he liked you back. That small part of you wanted to feel him, wanted to feel him inside of you.

Your thighs tingled, as if begging for him.

You smiled at the thought, keeping yourself from bursting out laughing.

The following morning, the snow was still there, your car stuck in it. Otto used his actuators to go retrieve it, and you probably thanked him a billion times.

The two of you shared breakfast, and you went back up the stairs to read. But you didnt actually read.

You tried, but your mind kept going back to what it would feel like to feel him inside you.

You couldn't help it. He looked too pretty not to.

Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. You looked up, and since your door was already open, you saw Otto standing in the doorway.

"Sorry to bother you, but your car was making strange noises and was smoking." Otto told you.

"Thanks for telling me." You replied, smiling to him. You stood, and followed him to the garage.

I'm gonna do a part two, anyone up for being tagged?

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bloodgutsdevilcake · 1 year

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Dr Octavius x GN Reader SMUT

Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The skies were crying, each drop of water splattering itself against the large windows of the decrepit building you carefully walked into. The paint on the brick walls were rotting off, white decayed into a tan and lightning booming in the sky highlighted every crevice the brick exposed. Lights from passing cars below you shined in the window. You were in the most comfortable clothes you owned but that left you exposed to the chill hanging in the air. Between the rain and the empty building around you, you couldn’t help but wander over to the laboratory, through the dark and arching hallways, under the torn curtains that separated the lab from the rest of your makeshift home.

“Otto, I’m coming in.” you announced, making sure that you were clear just in case any of his experiments were unstable and dangerous for you to be around. There was no response so you walked in to find him sitting in a chair by his desk, his shirt was taken off to make it easier for him to examine the tendril connected to his being. He was so focused, you didn’t want to interrupt whatever was happening in his head.

Instead, you made yourself a cup of coffee from the pot near his desk, and walked over to the pile of pillows in the corner to sit near him. You grabbed a blanket and sat leaning against the large window occupying the entire wall. It was hard not to steal glances towards Octavius. Him just sitting could turn heads, but it’s a different kind of attention than what he gets when he walks the streets. Not one of secrecy or alarm, but of adoration for his brilliance and beauty.

You snickered to yourself quietly, if Otto ever heard you call him beautiful you think he would scowl so hard he’d look like a pug. He often sports a glare but in this moment, where he feels alone with his thoughts, his face is calm and neutral, the antithesis of his thoughts, surely. He was always thinking, always working towards his next course of action. In the dim room, you admired the robotic arm in his hands.

Your eyes trailed up to his back, where scars litter his expanse of skin and lead to the other three robotic arms that fused into his spine. How painful was it to have been fused with metal, both physically and mentally? He never really talked about it. You couldn’t do anything but accept that, having your fair share of sore spots.

You looked back out of the window for a second only to look at the rain falling. Then you looked at Otto’s face, admiring the way the only lamp in the room reflected off his glasses. His short hair barely covered his forehead. Just behind his glasses, you could see his crows feet that got accentuated anytime he smiled and anytime he sneered. The downward curve of his sharp nose only accentuated his puppy dog eyes. Anytime you looked in his eyes, in his sweet, sad brown eyes, he could ask for anything and you’d give it to him undoubtedly.

“How long are you planning on staring at me?” Otto rasped out.

“However long you’ll let me,” you purred, “I can’t help it. You’re just so interesting.” You smiled at him, placing your elbow on your knee to get a better look at him. He scoffed at your comment causing your smile to widen. You loved to tease and he knew this well enough to be used to it.

“What? You don’t want me to?” you pouted, playfully of course but you pulled a convincing act because as soon as Otto looked at you his face softened. A sly grin replaced your pout and he scowled at you.

“You are trouble. What do you want? Attention?” Otto turned to you, sporting a smirk of his own.

“I’ll take it if you’re willing to give it. ” At that he stood, stretching out his arms giving you a perfect view of his chest and stomach. He walked over to you, and you didn’t miss the slight bounce in his chest. Your breath hitched when he squatted in front of you resting his hand on his knee and the other on your chin forcing you to look up at him from your lounging position.

“You’ll take it? Are you so sure you can handle what I’m about to do to you?” Otto smirked when he felt you gulp. You were too nervous to look anywhere but his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed covering them in a shadow of danger as they pierced into your vision.

“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, please.” Your eyebrow quipped hoping it’d be enough to ask nicely. From the way his grip on your chin shifted to your jaw, you figured he was satisfied with your answer. He lifted you from your cozy spot. As soon as you got to your feet, your back was forcefully pressed against the glass drawing a gasp from you. It was so cold and a little damp with condensation.

He lifted your thighs with his metal tendril to wrap your legs around his waist. His skin was the only warmth you could feel besides the heat growing in your groin. He rubbed against you, melting away any chill you felt.

“You’re already begging?” Otto chuckled, gripping your jaw enough to pucker your lips. “Why don’t we put that mouth to good use? They've been wanting to fill you since you walked in.” His tentacles curl up your back, dragging their way under your sweatshirt. You could feel the chilling ridges that allow their sophisticated movement. In a blink, your clothes were ripped off. Their torn shreds falling off of you exposing yourself to Otto. Shivers spread from your spine into your ribs at the feeling of the window against your bare skin.

The tentacles, now entangled in your limbs forcing you open for Otto’s piercing gaze, gently caress the side of your cheek, almost pleading to feel you. Slowly you opened your mouth, your tongue felt dry in the open air. Slinking towards your mouth, the tendril slowly rubbed against your lips only to enter your mouth suddenly.

You gasped in surprise, choking slightly on the limb now encompassed in your mouth. Otto released a cruel chuckle at your slight asphyxiation. He allowed you a breath of air before entering your mouth once again. The thick metal tendrils slithered down your throat making you gag over the textured hinges.

“You look so beautiful like this. So pathetic. So perfect. ” he smirked down at you. His hand caressed your sides gently, totally opposing the power behind the tentacle’s thrusts. You whimpered, swallowing spit and air any chance you could get. Saliva still dripped down your chin at his movement, it fell against your chest and grazed Otto’s erect cock that was already weeping precum. You couldn't tell when he took his cock out. All you could focus on was trying to breathe, and he took full advantage of that.

He had made himself busy with sucking at your neck. He sucked hickies down your chest and started groping at your asscheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them with his sturdy, large hands. He moved from your ass to your sex, playing with it harshly, matching the thrusts in your throat. He stroked you, forcing you to moan against his metal appendage.

Your moans didn't escape him, though they were muffled. Your teeth were lightly scratching against his tentacle making him shiver. Otto could feel the way your throat tightened when you tried to breath and how ragged your breaths were. He could practically feel the way your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation of him filling your hole being too much for you. He slowed down significantly, wanting your attention on him.

"What do you want?" he groaned in your ear nipping at the shell. "You want me to fuck you? Come on Darling, use your words." You couldn't speak even if you wanted to so you did the next best thing, you sobbed around him. Any semblance of words were muffled and tears were falling down your cheeks. Your face felt hot, your tongue was numb, and all you wanted was Otto to stroke you faster or to just start fucking you.

It wasn't enough for him. He needed to hear you. He wanted to feel your puffy lips on his skin, not the vague tingling feeling of metal warming. He finally pulled his tendril out of your mouth allowing you to take your first full breath of air in a while. You gasped, your lungs burning and face hot. Your throat was scratchy and dry but your face was a harsh contrast, being soaked with snot and tears and drool. Yet when Otto looked down at you, you didn't feel judged, you felt wanted. He wanted you, needed you.

When you could finally breathe without wheezing you gasped out, "Please, Otto. Please, I need you. Need you inside me." You wanted to hold him, to be released from his tendrils that ached against your joints and rubbed your skin raw. The hinges must have made a red, angry imprint on your arms already. He chuckled at your desperation, knowing full and well he felt the same.

His thick cock rubbed against your hole, precum lubing your already dripping entrance. You could feel the curve of his tip split you open. He was so warm, his slick cock entered you slowly, almost painfully so. After being mouth fucked so hard your jaw grew numb, you almost came from him entering you all the way. You felt so stretched out, not full but contently stuffed. You whined at him to start moving, to start fucking you as hard as he had been before, you wanted him to be rough with you. You wanted him to manhandle you, to grab you and throw you around like a doll. He was already holding you in place, he might as well use this to his advantage.

But no. Otto wanted to take his time with you. He would wait until you were begging for him, not that you weren’t already. He wanted you to need him so badly you cried, just so that he can wipe away those tears and fuck you until you bruise. He would of course take care of you after, and watch your pathetic form shake and shatter.

He started a grinding pace, accentuating how much you constricted around him. You sobbed, wanting to hold onto him, hold onto anything, but he was so far away and you were no match for the strength of his tendrils. The only warmth you could feel from him was his dick grinding against your gummy walls practically teasing you. That was all you could focus on besides the cold pinching grip on your arms and thighs, curling around your legs and up your neck.

Your throat was still burning and with every slow thrust you could feel the tentacle pressure on the column of your neck, pulsing on it over and over again. It wanted back inside you, it wanted to feel your warmth again and you could tell that Otto was holding back. His hands were shaking as they gripped your jaw gently.

He kissed you, feverishly, and though his touch never harshened, his grip pressed into you. His chest pressed against your chest, his pace increased and he pulled his hips back and thrusted into you. You cried into the kiss. Sobs wracked your chest. You felt electrified to finally get the closeness you wanted, needed, craved. His taste was addicting, though you mainly tasted leftover metal from the titanium-steel tentacles, there was a hint of spearmint and myrrh. You tried to claw your way closer to him, digging into your own hands and pressing your chest impossibly closer. He groaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.

“Patience,” he chided, “tell me what you want.” You whimpered and writhed in his grasp, fighting to touch him. He tsked at you, clicking his tongue while looking down his nose at you. His thrusting stopped all together, making you cry harder.

“I won’t move until you tell me what you want.” Otto scolded.

“Please, I need you. Go faster, please!” Your voice was still hoarse but didn’t hurt as much as before. He chuckled at you, his wolfish grin sending shivers down your spine.

“I know you can do better than that. Go on, Precious.” he was almost whispering in your ear, his breath hitting your ear, cascading warmth down your neck. Your brows furrowed into a pout, this was frustrating. You could barely talk right now, you just wanted him to make you feel good.

“Please, Otto. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I bruise, please fuck me! ” Your voice got higher in desperation as you wiggled in his grasp. Otto nodded, satisfied by your submission.

“That’s more like it.” He growled, lifting you up with the tentacles and adjusting you so that your face and chest was pressed against the glass. Your breath fogged up the chilling glass near your face. You could only see the blurring city lights as he started fucking your ass at an unrelenting pace. You whined and gasped when your cheek pressed against the glass.

His tendril tightened against your throat, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The glass around your mouth fogged rhythmically. Your lungs burned. Your face was so soaked you almost slid every time you were pressed against the window.

A haze glossed over your eyes. As much as you would like to, you couldn't focus your vision on anything. Were people able to see you, able to see your chest pressed against the glass and the way your arms contorted behind your back. Or was your form hidden behind the fog of your lustful torture.

The burn of Otto's dick entering you over and over was cooked down by the frosted window and the freezing metal around you. Your body shook. Your voice was raspy. You couldn't think. You couldn't speak. All you knew was the feeling of Otto Octavius and his passion for you and how much he can stretch you out.

You're sex was coated in release from him playing with and fucking you. If he kept up you were sure to black out from pleasure. You only barely registered the tendril moving from your throat to your cheek.

With your face pressed open against the glass, then tendril snaked its way into your mouth again releasing a hiss of pleasure from Otto. With your ass and mouth filled to the brim with Otto, it was natural that your sex leaked more, practically dripping onto the floor. He speared through you like a skewer through a hunk of meat.

At some point there was little rhythm to his thrusts but from how numb your limbs were getting in the tendrils grasp that was all you could feel. You came again, constricting around Otto and his tentacle. His groans got closer together, his thrusts became sloppy and the tendril in your mouth thrusted itself so deep you were sure it could touch his dick.

You couldn't breathe but you could feel Otto's dick twitch in you and the spread of warmth through your ass. The tendril stopped moving causing you to gag over the girth of it. He didn't pull out and didn't move his tendril. You were stuck praying for air but not being able to pull together a coherent thought if you wanted to.

As soon as you started seeing black spots in your vision he finally pulled out of you. He looked down at you, adjusting you to face him gently. His smirk was cruel but you gained however much you could of strength to reach out for him. His hand brushed away your sweat damp hair and he kissed your forehead. His tendrils set you back down on the pile of pillows you were sitting on before.

"You were so good." he laid next to you, holding you to his chest. "Took everything I gave you." He felt so warm as his tendril laid a blanket over the both of you. While you felt sticky and soaked, washing was the last thing on your mind and Otto's as well. When you started to feel the rumble of snores in Otto's chest you finally passed out with his scent surrounding you.

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docockspersonaldoormat · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi), Spider-man 2002 - Fandom, Doc Ock - FandomRating: ExplicitWarnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyCharacters: Otto Octavius, Plus size reader - CharacterAdditional Tags: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Otto Octavius's Actuators, otto octavius can fuck me any day please and thank you, Spider-Man 2 (Raimi), Vaginal Sex, plus size reader, Size DifferenceSummary:

You were bratty and Otto has some very useful actuators and a way to counter your attitude.

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trexy225 · 2 years

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Pirate Au Chapter up!!!

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sitdownlapdog · 1 year

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Bloody Mary (Octogoblin) fanfiction -1-

Money

Au Where Otto and Norman still do what they do best… They have the ‘problems’ still but they haven’t met. Honestly just to get James to shut up and stop texting me about this song, and I have my own ideas as well, you dumb little slimy son of a-. Kinda love at first sight? Well not first sight really, more like love for two people who’ve never fully met before… But they know each other exists. Fluffy and hella descriptive. Nothing could be more described like the love I have for this ship. Pre-Smut… maybe I’ll write the smut in a different part…

Love is just a history that they may prove

Otto looked at the handsome man infront of him with so much love it would make anyone turn and say are they in love? But that was not the case…

And when you're gone

Otto loved Norman so damned much, a simple look at the Green Goblin’s holder and he was on edge.

I'll tell them my religion's you

How he wanted to tell him how much he loved the man, how he loved every flaw, every perfect thing about him.

When Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throne

How he wanted to kiss that smiling face, “I’m kinda a doctor myself.” Wow, so handsome.

I'm ready for their stones

This dance was gonna be when he was gonna tell Norman Osborn how much he loved him. Yes, today this stupid dance was gonna be either his downfall or his uprising.

I'll dance dance dance,

Otto looked at Norman who was talking to some woman, but that didn’t matter, no it didn’t matter.

With my hands hands hands,

Why did he want to kiss this man? What made Otto so intranced with Norman damned Osborn? Where was the painful love coming from, was it true? Yes…

Above my head head head,

But he loved Norman, he would kill for him, this damned dance was making him so hot, he wanted to take off his shirt.

Like Jesus said

Norman looked at Otto and saw the tugging, Harry, Flo, Moe, and Larry where just having fun twirling about.

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

Norman walked over to Otto, “Otto Octavius…” Otto flushed “Yes sir that’s me” He looked at Norman and swallowed, the man was so handsome.

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

“Y-your Norman Osborn” Otto flushes “It’s an honor to finally see you in person”

Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because...

“You as well,” Norman inspects the metal arms “Beautiful” he grunts under his breath.

I won't cry for you

The metal arms inspect Norman and then go back to twirling about and keeping people 50 ft away from Otto.

I won't crucify the things you do

“You know, I’ve had my eyes on you since I first heard about this transition”

I won't cry for you

That sounded amazing to Otto, Norman Osborn, watching over him…

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

“You have been?”

Love

His heart was going a hundred beats a second. “You-”

We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve

“Sir that’s a- a honor…”

He can't rewrite the aggro of my furied heart

“It is?” Norman Osborn looked at the burning face under him. “Is it?” He leans in with an evil smirk.

I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold

What was going on now? Why was he so close? Maybe Otto was in the way of the drinks?

J'veux pas mourir toute seule

He couldn’t move, “Am I in the way?” he asked softly.

I'll dance, dance, dance

“Hmm, oh no, your not in my way,” The man said “Taking a closer look at you,”

With my hands, hands, hands

Otto knew he would lose it, if he kept hearing things like this from the man infront of him.

Above my head, head, head

“Your quite handsome…” Otto flushed a slightly darker color, the blood rushing into his face hotter then ever. “Thank you.”

Like Jesus said

Otto’s hands were sweaty, he wiped them on his pants. Norman raised an eyebrow at the shirt “This is the first time I’ve onlooked you with a shirt” Otto couldn’t believe it, he swallowed. “Well I assumed no one would be really wanting to see my chest.”

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

“You assumed wrong…” Norman with a surprising amount of strength ripped it off. “That’s better” Otto was left a blushing mess.

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

Noone seemed to notice Otto and Norman, as if they were all in a trance… He realized, they were. No one moved from the spot they were in unless they were dancing.

Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because…

“You see it now, no one can really care for you unless I break them out of the trance” Otto became flushed “Surely I’m not that handsome that you’d want to mind-blank everyone…” Norman grabbed Otto’s chin, “Do you say that to yourself often?”

I won't cry for you

Otto gulped, “Yes sir,” Norman raised an eyebrow but then shook his head “Your quite the spectacle,” Norman said softly. Otto became extremely red, it wasn’t fair that the man had could say words like that and Otto would just crumble.

I won't crucify the things you do

He swallowed, it was time, “Mr. Osborn?” Norman looked at Otto “Norman,” He said swiftly.

I won't cry for you

“Norman,” Otto repeated “I-” Norman chuckled “I know” He leaned in “Your pining is clear as water.” Norman placed his lips on Otto’s and the man gasped.

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

Otto gasped in pure surprise. HE KNEW? FOR HOW LONG? NORMAN OSBORN WAS KISSING HIM! The metal arms had stopped twirling about to ‘watch’ what was going on, more like take in Otto’s loud thoughts and comment on them.

Love

Otto grabbed Norman’s hair and brought him closer. Norman pulled away with a smile, “Your are quite the spectacle dear, I’d love to do that again.” Norman said.

Gaga, Gaga

“Then do it again,” Otto barked, eyes widened with surprise and confusion. Norman did it again kissing Otto’s tender lips.

Gaga, Gaga (_)

Otto brought out a loud gasp of surprise, “N-Norman, sir” Norman raised his eyebrow again “Hmm?” He stood straight. “How long have you known?”

Dum dum, da-di-da

“A long time, the first month after you started working here,” Norman said with a smirk, “You were as adorable then as you are now.”

Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da

Otto flushed an even darker red. “Really sir?” Norman grumbles “Norman…” He repeats leaning into Otto’s face once more,Otto moves closer and they kiss.

I won't cry for you

Otto smiles at Norman mid-kiss. “Holy-” Norman covers his mouth. “Darling,” he kisses Otto again.

I won't crucify the things you do, do, do

It wasn’t fair for Otto, then again it was almost never fair for him.

I won't cry for you

Norman brought him close and started kissing Otto’s neck.

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

Otto whines and holds onto Norman’s head while the man licks and nips and bites at his neck.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Otto held tight to Norman as the man with the Green Goblin’s super strength picked him up.

Líberate, mi amor

Norman growls in Otto’s ear, “Your so pretty” Otto whines in response, he just wants Norman to give him what he wants. He’ll beg if he has to, but what he wants will happen, he just knows it.

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