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See You Again***

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Doc Ock X F!Reader

word count: f knows it’s long probably like 5-6k sorry lmao

You’re visited one night at work by Doc Ock himself and every memory you once had of him came swarming back; as did the untold feelings you shared for him.

warnings: 18+ so minors shoo. Ock being a bit creepy to reader, slight manhandling but nothing sinister. Nsfw, Smut, praise, dirty talk, p in v sex, restraints used by tentacles, bit angsty and a bit of fluff, cream pie, swearing, not properly proofread. One off shot, won’t do a part 2 ❤️

A/N gif by me. Request for my beautiful @itsjml - Happy belated birthday 👑 and this is my first Doc Ock fic! So I hope you enjoy you doc ock fuckers 🐙

Italics is flashback

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When the news struck about Otto Octavius robbing banks, destroying buildings and becoming the new villain of New York, you couldn’t believe it.

This was Otto, your Otto. Well, he never was but you had once or twice imagined in your silly thoughts that he could be. Funny, right? The only man to pay you any mind, only one to actually talk with you about everything and anything. And now he is gone; replaced by a villain that terrorizes the city.

When you met Otto, it was your second week into the job at Oscorp. It was Harry who initially hired you as the two of you had been friends in college and when he heard you were looking for something just to help pay rent at your small apartment, he just had a new position open up; a receptionist.

It wasn’t the glamorous job you always thought you’d have as a young, naive kid but the pay was decent. It was just a tad boring, answering emails and phone calls on a phone that you had to hold the cord in a certain place to hear the customer properly all day long.

But, you found yourself enjoying it more when you met Otto. You had seen him a few times and low-key admired the tall, slightly heavy set man from afar but it wasn’t until one storming morning you first spoke to each other.

Running towards the building in the blistering winds and heavy downfall of rain as black clouds wrapped around the city sky, you didn’t realise that in your mad sprint you had dropped the fob onto the floor.

As you went to let yourself in, you cursed as the fob wasn’t anywhere on your person.

By now, your hair was drenched, strands clinging onto your damp face and your white shirt did you the injustice of becoming transparent and showing off your dark navy bra. You didn’t even bring a coat because the forecast was supposed to be bright and sunny all week - not torrential rain.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and brought you close to their side. Since you were always told to be wary about foes in the city, you were about to make a swipe at them and tell them off for randomly grabbing you but as you looked at them the side profile of the Doctor you had been admiring stood at your side with an umbrella sheltering you both.

“Drop your fob, ma’am?” He questions, not taking a look at you as he pulled out his own entry device and swipes it against the door as the two of you piled into the warmth of the building.

“Uh, yeah. Looks that way.” You shudder once his arm leaves you and you turn to see him shake out the rain from his umbrella before he looks up at you and smiles. And what a charming smile he had.

You weren't sure, but you would hazard a guess that this man was trying his damn hardest not to tear his eyes away from your face to gaze at your slight state of exposure but, being the gentleman he seemed to be, he didn’t. “You’re Harry’s friend.” He says more of a statement than a question.

Stupidly looking at him all awestruck like, it was when he cleared his throat that you snapped out of your gaze and thanked your red cheeks on the cold weather rather than the embarrassment of staring at him. “Yeah, that’s me.”

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Touch Starved with Tech

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Tech X GN!Reader

word count: 3.4k

The fifth and final instalment of the Touch Starved Series with the gorgeous Tech.

warnings: none, touch starved Tech, fluff, a little suggestive if you squint. Enjoy 🤍 SCHEDULED POST.

Masterlist

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Affection was not something Tech had any particular interest in when growing up nor was it something he was ever on the receiving thing of. It didn’t bother him, no. In fact, he never felt as though he needed to hug someone or shake someone’s hand to show comfort or gratitude. Why would he when his mind was racing with a thousand different ways to show these types of feelings?

That all changed however when you came into his life.

You had met him and the rest of the batch on Kamino, working under Master Jedi Shaaki Ti as one of the medical team. It was her who had signed you up to work with Clone Force 99 and although you all seemed reluctant, it was the best thing to ever happen.

There was no mistaking that Tech had found you attractive, every one of his brothers did and it didn’t help that you were also incredibly kind-hearted and funny. You were patient but brutally honest when you had to be and most of all? You listened to him.

It was a calm day for the Batch, relaxing on the sands of Tatooine and waiting for the next set of missions to come fire their way and Tech was doing his typical daily repairs. However, he ran into a small problem with one of the compartments under the control panel that controls the reflector shields and needed an assistant.

You just so happened to be walking past and glance in his way to see the harsh concentration grace his sharp features. “Everything alright, Tech?”

Glancing up from under the panel upon hearing the sound of the voice, an idea popped into his mind. “Ah! I don’t suppose you could spare a minute or two and assist me with some general repairs?”

“Are you sure? I’m not exactly good at that kind of stuff.” It’s not that you did not want to help but the thought of possibly accidentally breaking something triggered in your mind. It wasn’t until Tech said that you only had to hold some wires and maybe pass him some tools that finally convinced you to help.

“Well, okay then. Let me just take my jacket off and I’ll come under.”

“Not a problem, I can wait.” Tech confirmed by pulling himself back under the panel, laying on the flat piece of his armour on his back and awaited your return.

When you did, the top half of your body only sported a vest top since the ship was hotter than usual (obviously because of the planet and obviously because Wrecker had accidentally broken the cooling system… another task for another day) and got on your knees beside him.

“Alright I’m ready! Can I come under?”

Tech made a noise of what could only be a grunt of approval, slightly shifting more to his left to give you some room as you lay on your back and shimmied your way up beside him. “Okay sir, what would you like me to do?”

Your formal address to him made him chuckle in amusement. “Please, you do not need to call me such formalities as I am nothing more than your teammate. But, I would like you to hold onto this yellow wire whilst I calibrate the circuit board just here.”

Subtly, you rolled your eyes at Tech’s correction to the nickname you gave him but nonetheless took the yellow between your fingers and watched him tinker away.

As you watched him, your eyes traveled down to spot the side of his face, small beads of sweat trickling down from his temple. His face remained set in concentration, jaw clenching and slightly gritting his teeth.

Safe to say that if you were wearing something with a collar, you'd be hot underneath it.

Out of all the members of the Batch, you were probably closest to Tech and but that has unfortunately led to you feeling some kind of way around him. You tried to brush it off as a little crush but the more he taught you, spoke to you… it was definitely more than a little crush.

You tore your eyes away once he asked for the wire back and as you passed the wire towards him, his gloved fingers wrapped around your index finger accidentally causing Tech to gasp and pull back quickly.

Eyes widening a little at his reaction, the first thought that came to mind was that he had an electric shock of some kind.

“Tech, what was that? You okay?” You asked quickly, shifting a little on your side to look at him better as he inspected his fingers closely after dropping his spanner onto his chest.

“I am not too sure what it was but I can assure you that I am alright and you should not be alarmed.” He said simply but on the inside, his blood was boiling and his heart was racing.

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I feel like none of this would’ve happened if Plo Koon didn’t die

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Touch Starved with Echo

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Echo X GN!Reader

word count: 2.6k

The fourth instalment of the Touch Starved Series and this time it’s with the handsome Echo who feels as though he’s not worthy of any comfort.

warnings: This ones a little angsty as Echo is super insecure about his relatively new ‘modifications’. Reader comforts Echo so fluff will be expected too.

Masterlist 🤍

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Echo being touch starved was not a surprise to anyone. Echo knew he was and so did you and so did his vod to be honest.

The only problem was that he did not like to be touched. At all. The only contact he had recently was with Tech who makes adjustments to his newly modified body and the thought of anyone else touching him made him feel sick.

Sick because he no longer felt like a human and sick at the thought of someone being disgusted by him.

When he met you however, he saw no signs of disgust on your face when you first met in that hangar. However, he stayed way back from you whenever it came to physical contact.

In fact, you thought that you had insulted him when you stuck out your hand to shake his but as he went to put his hand towards you he winced silently and just nodded instead.

But, the two of you got along and that’s all that mattered.

It was a quiet day for the squad, drifting through space as Hunter and Crosshair took control of the cockpit, Wrecker was snoozing in his bunk meanwhile Echo and Tech were tinkering away in the main hull of the ship.

Echo was calibrating something for Tech, the use of his scomp being a valuable asset to the task but Echo noticed that it began to malfunction. He pulled it out of the socket and gave it an experimental twirl but sighed as it got jammed. This wasn’t the first time either, it had been happening at least three times a week and it happening in the middle of working wasn’t great.

“Hey Tech,” he called over to the goggled clone who was head down in his datapad and scanning through the ships files, “my scomp is jammed again.”

He looked up and frowned. “I’m afraid I can’t assist you at the moment.” Then, you walked in and a lightbulb ignited in his brain. “Y/N can help you.”

“Help you with what?” You question, surprised at the sudden task being put on you as soon as you entered.

Echo felt a little nauseous. “Oh, er- it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing when we need your help with repairs on my ship. Now let them help.” Tech said almost dismissively as he stood and went to speak with Hunter about whatever which just left you two alone.

You immediately sensed his slight hostility about you helping but you were now adamant to tend to whatever he needed and so sat on the swivel chair next to his and smiled. “Is it your scomp?” You nod towards his arm and he arches a brow.

“How did you know?”

“Heard you were having trouble with it a few days ago is all.” You tell him, grabbing some of Tech’s tools that he left on the side by his workbench. “I probably won’t get it working perfectly but I could have a nosey at it.”

Echo chewed on the inside of his cheek, tossing the proposition of you helping him up in his mind until he sighed and nodded. “That’ll be helpful.”

“Not a problem, just place your arm up on here.” You pat the workbench and Echo does as he is told, begrudgingly laying his arm or what was left of it on top and watches as you inspect it before grabbing a small scalpel.

“I’m just gonna see if it’s jammed with dirt first.” You figured telling him what you were about to do with his body was the best step to take, not wanting to do something that might make him snap at you which if you were being honest, didn’t think would ever happen. Echo was always so kind to you and made you caf in the mornings but you soon began to realise you didn’t know much about him. You knew he was a ‘reg’ but you were not told the whole story of how he joined the squad in the first place.

You only joined a month or two after he did as a medic who also knew their way around a power converter and repairing engines so Echo knew he was in somewhat good hands.

You scraped the scalpel alongside the socket, gently tugging at any dirt or oil residue that may have slipped in and cleaned it on some tissue before putting it back in.

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My #1 post of 2022

OH AND THE NEW ARMOUR??? LOVE

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lilac-liliales · 2 years

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Daphne Blackwell

Name

The etymology comes from Greek, daphnē: Daphne was a river nymph in Greek Mythology, turned into the eponymous laurel tree by her father in order to escape the pursuit of Apollo [1]. The laurel is a shrub that was traditionally used to weave wreaths and crowns that were symbols of victory in the sporting events of Ancient Greece. Today, laurel is synonymous with achievement, and a laureate is one who an award or achievement is bestowed upon. The god Apollo is often depicted wearing laurel on his head, and notably also is Roman general Julius Caesar and the notorious French general Napoleon Bonaparte. [2]

The laurel as a symbol works perfectly because it aligns with her colors, too.

Blackwell's surname derived from Old English blæc meaning "black" and well meaning "well, spring, water hole". This is to indicate that she is a source of darkness, where black water sprouts and floods the world.

Character Design

I inspired her eyes in Roxana Agriche (The Way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother). I think her eyes are the perfect sort for an evil, competent beauty! I edited these myself btw, but they are cropped directly from the manhua’s illustrations.

Even if Daphne (M.) is Maedryn’s exact replica, I wanted to highlight the odds against them through character design. That’s why Daphne has long, curly white hair: long - elegant - in contrast with her mother’s shorter - practical - cut. This is a subtle rebellion in styling choices and overall presence, and the difference between their villainous vision.

Daphne’s white hair contrasts with her mother’s dark but graying hairline. The color symbolizes a sagacity beyond Daphne’s years, even beyond her own mother’s, and is proof of Maedryn’s influence on Daphne: I think Marie Antoinette Syndrome would become essential in Daphne’s deviation from her mother’s guidance, considering Maedryn’s expectations - pressure - on Daphne. It’s realistic, thinking that Maedryn’s ‘tutelage’ was what twisted her own reflection into a an unruly individual.

Portraits

These are the Picrews I used for the portraits! I don’t recall clear descriptions of the characters, so this will have to do.

綺麗な人に見下されたい｜Picrew (196772) - Daphne Blackwell in the flesh! I think the green / white palette helps to convey the image of a serpent beneath the flowers. She wears something flowing and majestic, to highlight her might and glory. She hates the boring and unremarkable. She’s a leader, and her highest stats are Evil, Competence and Style! A dark figure looming over a burning city, as faceless hordes rampage through it. “Tomorrow... the universe,” it whispers.

在庫処分｜Picrew (69653) - I recall she used a dress and braids in her introduction, so my first visualization was Princess Leia (Star Wars). Further into the story, while she acts as a villain, she undergoes a subtle transformation involving canines and claws, and dresses the part. Kinistra appears too little in my play-through, however she’s still remarkable. She looks stunning all the time. “Since the moment I saw her in the dungeons, I felt the spark. I think Kinistra might be the one. My nemesis.”

武天式（ﾂﾖ）女メーカー｜Picrew (1532707) - Maedryn the Quantum-Witch. I considered my previous post on the matter and really relied on the color green. “She’s certainly well known, but I’ve lived my whole life in her shadow. I’m going to be my own villain, and she’s gonna know it.”

Lobotomy キャラクターmaker(ver.バトル)｜Picrew (234517) - I always imagined him as a brown-haired / red head with short temperature and a shorter fuse. He makes me think of Syndrome (The Incredibles) and Doc Ock (The Spectacular Spider-Man): her’s a nerd motivated by envious bile and sheer willpower. So much potential! “Aurion really does his homework. If he weren’t so likely to betray me, he would make a good minion.”

うちの子キメラメーカー｜Picrew (19771) - Phil, the most normal of the bunch. What an evil, hedonistic slob, but at least he’s pretty and rich. Sometimes he’s a good friend, even. Yes, I did gave him a beauty mark. Kevin the Receptionist (Ghostbusters: Answer the Call) vibes. “ [...] The most perfect young man you’ve ever seen, with the build (and wearing the elegant white drapery) of a classical statue. [...] He seems so appealing. Harmless, even.”

生きてる｜Picrew (34800) - Xi. I don’t have much on them. They’re just so hard to picture. I see them as an unholy mix between All For One & Kurogiri (My Hero Academy) Have some relatable Pinterest memes from the later that are TOTALLY a reflection of our favorite RA. “Do you dream, Xi?”

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moregaythanyourealized · 3 years

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Honey,

Doc ock x reader

(Part 2, smut warning)

The air was thick as you tried move away,

“What’s the matter y/n? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughed and stood up fully, your eyes widened when you saw the state he was in. The mechanical arms welded to his body. Scars and blood surrounded the areas where the metal connected with pudgy skin. He saw the way you looked at him and frowned,

“It’s still me...just less so now.” Honey started swatting at one of his appendages hissing when the arm swatted back lightly. Bewildered, you sat down on the floor. It was quiet for a long time. Finally receiving the courage to look him in the eyes you asked,

“Where’s your shirt?” He paused and chuckled before breaking out into a full on evil laugh. Fuck, did you say something to set him off? Getting to your feet you back yourself against the kitchen counter and reached an arm behind you, trying to find a knife.

His tentacles carried him over to your side of the room. One shut the curtain swiftly and the other found a comfortable spot between your body and the kitchen counter. The two free arms holding him slightly above you, his feet barley touching the ground. A human hand cupped your face and rested there. Otto sighed at the feeling of your skin against his. He hadn’t seen you in so long, it was like looking at an old painting long lost in the world of modern art. Your soft plush lips pressed lightly against his thumb. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Finally your hand grasped the handle of a knife. Swinging your arms out you panicked seeing the bright green spatula in your hands. A quizzical brow made you whimper quietly. Otto slowly pried the utensil from your hands and tossed it aside. Another silence settled between you. His eyes raked over your body. A blouse with embroidered shapes on the sleeves and collar,

“Are you happier without me, darling?” Shaking your head vigorously you found your voice,

“Of course not! I’m happier without the company. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I left. I needed closure but I was afraid to come back.” Along with finding your voice you seemed to find courage too. Dainty hands brushed hair out of his face and rested on his bare chest. How could he leave after he’s known the pleasure and serenity you provide? Ottos never even kissed you but now couldn’t imagine a life without your touch. He needed you. The tentacle resting on the counter pushed your forward and coiled around your waist. The grip tightened when you ran a finger along his jaw. The arms turned you around and you placed your hands on the cool counter top. His lips pressed against your neck making you sigh. Calloused hands caressed your hips and thighs. Doctor Octavius pulled your skirt past your knees and let it drop to the floor. He made a low noise and you prepared yourself. But the arms simply turned you around again and he gazed longingly at you,

“It would be proper to take you out first, wouldn’t it?” You pulled your top over your head and yanked him towards you,

“Fuck being proper. I’ve been proper for the past two years with you. But not anymore, I want you Otto.” That’s all he needed to hear. Devouring your lips he let his tongue wander your mouth and his hands squeeze your breasts. Immersed in your taste he didn’t notice your hands until it groped at his crotch making him groan a bit. God, it drove you crazy. Why did you wait so long to tell him? Whatever! It’s in the past now and the present was a gift. Pulling away from the kiss you held his face and breathed heavily,

“Does anyone know you’re alive?”

“No, they believe I disintegrated, or drowned or some other crazy illusion.” He brought your hands to his lips and pressed them firmly against him,

“I don’t know what to do. But I do know what I want. Tomorrow doesn’t matter y/n, all we have is right now.” Going back in for another kiss his mechanical enhancements lift you up and carry the both of you to your small bedroom. He placed you stomach down and ass up. You could hear him mumbling to himself before you felt wet fingers rub along your folds. You moaned out and held your pillow a little tighter. He began to fuck you roughly with his hands hitting every spot you needed. Whining you bucked your hips and he chuckled,

“Any man would be lucky to see you like this. I’m certainly glad I can not only see it but feel you as well.” The pace he was going at was making you squirm. Warm feelings in your abdomen and lower torso causing moans and sighs before he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You were about to ask him why he stopped before he stuck a hand in front of your face,

“Spit.” After you did he began lubing himself with your saliva. He prodded at your entrance with his tip. He aches for your body around his. He wanted desperately to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how the tentacles would react and treat you if he “lost control”. He couldn’t go wild yet, he needed to keep his mind clear. Pushing his entirety in you gasped and let curses sink into your silk pillow. Rocking back and forth he held your hips tightly and groaned.

“Mmmm Otto, fuck!” He picked up your waist a bit to get better leverage. His hips thudded against yours. You could feel yourself throb and clench against him. He licked the parts of your lower back he could reach. You needed to finish badly. You wanted release and you wanted him to cum inside you. Or on you, you’re not picky. Reaching a shaky hand down you began to rub at your clit and whine. Pushing your head further into the bedding to quiet your noises. Otto must’ve noticed because one cold metal arm yanked your hands behind you while another held your hair up. Now that you were fully immobile the Doctors human hand reached down and began rubbing tight circle on your cunt, mimicking your earlier actions. Not being able to hide you face any longer, erotic noises filled the room. Taking Otto to the edge,

“F-fuck...do you feel good my darling? Worshipped a-as you should be?”

“Yes! Fuck yes yes please!” Starting to shake you let your mouth hang open. No longer caring if he knew just how perfect he felt inside you. Those warm feelings got stronger and louder as your vision went white and you cried out for him. The arms released you, letting you fall to the mattress. With a few more thrusts he let out a low stuttering moan and pulled away. You turned around and looked up at him. He looked at your body. Your slick thighs covered in his cum made him feel in control. It was something he needed right now, he felt as if he’d lost control of everything else in his life. You sat up and motioned him to the bathroom so you could clean each other off. He watched you intently as you prepared yourself for bed. Everything you did seemed effortless. The way you put your hair up, how you looked stunning even without your makeup on. When he realized you were staring back at him Otto turned away blushing. He was surprised when you didn’t bother to put your clothes back on but instead walked around you apartment naked. Fortunately he closed the curtains earlier. You were making tea? Otto didn’t think he could muster the strength to walk around after what just happened. He pulled on his pants before plummeting on the couch. Honey walked up and sat on his leg, less hostile and possibly even nice? You strutted in with two large mugs and sat criss cross beside him,

“Sleepy time tea.” He took the mug and sipped before pulling back. The beverage was way too hot. He set it down politely and began petting the cat. He felt something strange in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt at all in the past few months. Serenity. The calmness of sitting in a dark room with the person you love. Complete silence occasionally broken by the meows of an annoying cat. Serenity was something he could get used to, especially if it meant spending more time with you.

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litelysimping · 3 years

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Been writing a lot of Doc Ock lately, all of it not worksafe. This fic contains mild degradation kink.

This isn't written with any specific version in mind, so you can imagine any one you want!

Don't Think

“Now, what do you say?”

You hesitated for a second, biting your lip. “Please, Doctor.”

He was on you in an instant, a claw pinned your wrists above your head with a surprising gentleness, especially considering his speed and the material his mechanical arms were made of. But Otto Octavius was careful, as precise and confident in his movements as he was in his intellect.

Otto unbuttoned his coat, pulling it off and revealing his white undershirt. You couldn’t take your eyes off him as he continued to strip away his clothing, until he was left naked and erect. He folded his clothes, placed them on a chair, and climbed up on the bed in front of you.

“Look at you, just waiting for me to make my move. Don’t want to think for yourself, do you?”

You eagerly shook your head, agreeing with him. At this point, you’d agree with anything he asked you. Otto ruffled your hair and gave you a pat on your cheek, his thumb briefly brushing over your lip.

“Good. It’ll be easier for you that way, not having to strain to get a thought in that pretty little head. Just lie back and let me do the hard work.”

An arm slid under your leg, wrapped around it, and pulled upwards, until your knees were resting on his shoulders. They held you in place, keeping you secure.

Otto’s tongue slid out of his mouth, and he licked a long stripe up your inner thigh, stopping just before he reached your dripping center.

His mouth was all over your thighs, licking, nibbling, sucking at the skin until they were covered in little marks. Every little tremble and twitch of your legs was felt under his wandering hands.

“Oh, O-Otto, please, don’t tease me anymore.” You pleaded, your face flushed deeply and your tone oozing lust.

“Patience. Just relax, don’t hurt yourself thinking. Let your dear Doctor Octavius take care of you.”

You barely had time to think before he pressed a finger inside you, your wetness letting it glide with ease. Your walls parted as he slid it further inside you, briefly brushing against a spot that made you buck your hips against him.

Just as quickly as it had entered, the finger was removed. You readied a protest, only for it to die on your lips, as his own had attached themselves to you, his tongue teased at your entrance for only a moment before he began to eat you out with a surprising enthusiasm.

Whimpers and moans spilled forth from you with every minuscule movement he made, and as he increased in intensity, so too did your sounds.

Otto’s hands gripped your thighs, his fingers traced circles on the sensitive skin. For once, Otto wished he had even more arms with which to hold you.

The tension was building inside you, drawing ever tighter, and you were certain you were close to cumming.

“Otto, I’m going-“

Just as soon as you spoke, he pulled back, leaving you teary-eyed and confused.

“Just wait. You’re not being patient. I could just leave right now.” Otto spoke casually, the expression on his face soothed your fears that he might be serious.

“I’ll be good, Doctor.”

He simply smiled at you, his arms lowering your body from his shoulders to his hips until he was lined up with your entrance, the tip just barely rubbing against it.

“I know.”

Otto entered you quickly, sheathing himself fully within your warm depths. His hands again went to your thighs, massaging them as his arms thrust your body against his.

It was the same type of stunning teamwork you had seen him use many times before in combat and lab experiments. All those prior times paled in comparison to what they were doing with you.

“You really are quite the specimen, aren’t you? You fall so easily for me, and yet I never grow tired of it. Truly marvelous.”

You stretched your arms out towards him and he obliged you, leaning down into your embrace and allowing you to pepper his face with kisses, soft little whimpers and gasps entering his ear with every thrust.

You wanted to reply, to say something witty or sexy, but it was hard to form words. Otto had been right, it was so much easier to let him do the thinking.

He was hitting every perfect spot inside you, your body writhing in his grasp, watching him above you. Even with all his talk, you could see him losing his composure; sweat dripped down his face, his teeth bit into his lower lip as he tried to suppress his moans. The great and brilliant Doctor Otto Octavius, practically a slutty mess, and all because of you.

His hand slid between your legs, rubbing quick circles on one of your most sensitive areas. “Cum for me, do it. Show me your devotion.”

It happened so fast, you barely had time to take in what Otto had to say, your mind felt as if it was finally going as blank as he had wanted.

You dug your heels into his back, holding him to you. Otto’s thrusts had become erratic, and it was mere seconds after your climax that his own burst forth, flooding inside you until it dripped out around his cock.

You wanted to stay like that, with him, forever. His head nestled against your neck, his body still heavily breathing on top of you, his cock buried so deeply inside that you were convinced you really had been made for him.

He pulled out, your combined juices oozed downwards. His arms lowered you to the bed, placing you carefully on the mattress. Otto followed you shortly after, pulling you close and holding you in his arms, his flesh and blood arms, the ones you used to dream of him embracing you with.

It wasn’t long before your eyelids felt heavy, and you drifted off to sleep, snuggled up closely to Doctor Octavius.

#doc ock #doctor octopus #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #spider-man #marvel #not worksafe #fanfics #I've got like 1 other one finished and ready to post and even more ideas to write #Lite Work

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Agab Ch. 2 (Peter B. Parker/Olivia Octavius)

chapter 2 - talk me down

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Liv’s hand dangled over the side of her bed, idly playing with the few strings that had come apart from her comforter. It was made of bamboo rayon, a texture that was pleasing to her; one that she could handle with her peculiar habits. She had been trying to sleep for nearly three hours, and even the sleeping pills she had taken an hour before she tried to sleep wouldn’t let her mind rest. The weight of the world had been placed onto her shoulders. While she knew it was the responsibility that she agreed to take on when becoming the CEO of Alchemax, everything had begun to go down the drain when Wilson had been arrested. Not even his lawyers could do more than lessen his sentence a bit. She was expected to help him break out, and it required extensive planning when all she wanted to do was continue research about interdimensional traveling. Her fingers caressed the frayed fabric again, and she idly found herself wishing she had another hand to touch instead of her bed. Her tired hazel eyes lifted to the clock that sat beside her bed. 4:37 A.M.

The brunette bunched the comforter up in her hand, imagining that she was next to somebody. The fantasy did little to soothe her when she opened her eyes. It was a nagging loneliness brought on by no one but herself. Olivia took in a deep breath and flipped onto her other side, wanting to see someone as she did turn. It was just the empty side of the bed, with a pillow that was always unused, and a neatly made bed. Liv squinted at the sight before her fist hit the pillow, annoyed that her chest clenched up painfully. It wasn’t because of her situation quite then, but rather at the fact that she could imagine Peter Parker laying in her bed, his hand roaming up her hip. She bit her lip, knowing only from memory how he would trace every curve and plane on her body when he had the chance.

They weren’t good for each other; there was no way they could be. They had two totally different agendas, based on the wrong side of morality. It was often that Liv questioned the ethics of what she was doing, but if it helped with further findings, she would do it. Fisk, however, had been pressuring her for years to get her research done. While she thoroughly enjoyed it, she also missed teaching. She missed the questions, getting to educate, getting to see students’ eyes when concepts finally clicked in their minds. Interns were similar enough, but she missed having individual students with such passion come up to her. With the Fisk Foundation funding her, it was all deadlines. Detailed reports that would go to other scientists, instead of the whole community as a whole. It had been easier when she hadn’t been bribed to become CEO. It was power, which she had always wanted, but the feeling of being on top of the world had faded eventually.

She opened her eyes with a heavier sigh that time. It had been a week since she last saw Peter. A week since she had seen him pour his pitiful heart out to her and she had left, unable to respond with more than cold, unfeeling emotions. There was something inside of her that had been awakened the first time she committed a true crime. The rush that accompanied running, the chance to use her suit. When she had been called Doc Ock by Spider-Man, it had ignited such a rage that it had felt good. Her mouth twisted sourly at the thought of his perfect face, that she had never pieced together with being under the mask until they were already enemies. It had hurt for days.

Liv thought that maybe that was why she felt so bad for the Peter that she had been sleeping with. She had been in his shoes for days, but she doubted that her Peter had ever thought about sleeping with her at night and doing nothing but holding her. She pushed a hand through her hair, thinking about the older one’s lips on her forehead. She could just see them talking late at night about their days, where they had gone. A future that would never happen. There had been a line between them that she knew Peter wanted to break. Liv curled up, closing her eyes as she willed her brain to shut off and stop thinking about both Peters.

In a way, she wished that someone would try to talk her down from the path she was on. The path that would one day end her in jail, she was sure, if she made a careless mistake, or even went to the lengths of murder people for the sake of science. Hurting people, she wasn’t above. She had hurt many people in her lab, or even due to secondary injuries that stemmed from explosions of experiments going wrong. They were all documented in her notes, but the notion still stood; in a way, she wasn’t completely gone. She had never shot anyone. Just had a morbid obsession of finding out the way things worked when variables were disrupted or changed.

With eyes shut and her mind focused on trying to make her breathing slower, Liv felt the dull pain in her chest. In a different world, in a different set of time, she believed that maybe, just maybe, she could have allowed herself to stay with Peter. Everything could have been perfect. Unfortunately for Liv, she was aware that things would have to stay seperated. She would have to rely on the fantasies that played out in her dreams of them trying something. The cold reality is that she knew that eventually, Peter would ask her to give up her sadistic ways, and the scientist just wasn’t willing to give up that part of herself. Not for anyone.

She tossed and looked at the clock again. 4:52 A.M.

Liv stared at the clock until the sunrise began to change her white curtains into a mellow orange. She could go through the motions of the day.

#parktavius #peter b. parker #olivia octavius #peter b. parker x olivia octavius #agab by queenie #doc ock #spider-man #Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse #lonely liv #olivia x peter #marvel #spider-man fanfiction

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nahoney22 · 2 years

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See You Again***

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Doc Ock X F!Reader

word count: f knows it’s long probably like 5-6k sorry lmao

You’re visited one night at work by Doc Ock himself and every memory you once had of him came swarming back; as did the untold feelings you shared for him.

A/N gif by me. Request for my beautiful @itsjml - Happy belated birthday 👑 and this is my first Doc Ock fic! So I hope you enjoy you doc ock fuckers 🐙

Italics is flashback

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When the news struck about Otto Octavius robbing banks, destroying buildings and becoming the new villain of New York, you couldn’t believe it.

As you went to let yourself in, you cursed as the fob wasn’t anywhere on your person.

“Drop your fob, ma’am?” He questions, not taking a look at you as he pulled out his own entry device and swipes it against the door as the two of you piled into the warmth of the building.

“And are you enjoying working here?” He shrugs off a large coat, folding it over his arm as he escorted you over to the elevator and hitting the button.

You blink up at him, wondering why in the first place a man like him was talking to a girl like you. “I- yeah,” you said although the excitement didn’t exactly fill your tone, “it pays the bills so I can’t complain.”

“Although you do complain.” He says pointedly and your breath hitches for a second at his bold statement. He gauges your reaction and a small smirk flits onto his lips. “You must not enjoy the job if you describe it as one that only ‘pays the bills’.”

Damn, he was right.

“Ah, sorry.”

“No need to apologise,” the door slides open and the two of you step to the side to allow other workers to leave the lift before the two of you climbed in,” “what is it you would want to do instead?”

You thought for a moment and embarrassingly shrug. “I’m not sure… trying to figure it out. Although I have always liked science.”

His ears perks up at this. “What kind?”

“Kind of always liked Chemistry.” You reply nonchalantly, finally finding yourself relaxing next to this man despite the fact you were now shivering from the cold but he radiated so much warmth you didn’t even notice.

He hums. “Well, feel free to step into the lab one day. Maybe you could find a interest in Nuclear Fusion.” The elevator pings and he steps out, giving you a quick nod. “It was a pleasure to meet you…?”

You tell him your name to which he repeats, storing it in the back of his mind. “I’m Otto.”

And that was a year ago, six months before the horrible incident of when his experiment went wrong.

You took time off work after that, not being able to face the damage that had been caused to the building, to him… it was all too much. Especially when you heard about the hospital and how those monstrous actuators basically took control over him. You had not seen him since and if you were being honest? Despite the heart wrenching realisation that you did develop feelings for him, you were glad he was gone.

Until he wasn’t.

You came back to work three months later and resumed your position as a receptionist. Despite how close you got to Otto and how you had once been by his side when conducting his science experiment, you couldn’t go back into that lab. Despite everything he taught you, showed you and shared with you… it was not worth the recurring memories of what could have been.

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You didn’t know how long you had been staring gormlessly at your computer monitor but the digital time displayed 02:03AM and you should have been at home four hours ago. You told Harry you had emails to respond to and to catch up with missed data logs which wasn’t entirely a lie but for some reason, something in your gut was telling you to stay a little later than normal.

The reception area was dark, your desk lamp and the flickering light of your monitor being the main source of light. Well, aside from the toenail shaped room and the city lights below you. You stand, stretching your legs and back in the process and glimpse out of the window, taking in the night sky.

You were unsure but you swore you heard a faint thumping from beneath your feet, as if something had just collided into the building below but nothing else followed after that. So, you decided to call it a night.

You packed your things away, grabbed your coat and bag and made your way to the lift and hit the green button and waited patiently for it to hit the 22nd floor.

But then you heard it, the thumping noise again.

Swiftly, you turn and gaze at your desk and the window behind it, your heart beat increasing as the thumps get louder and louder and louder with each second, the glass shaking.

You didn’t know what it was, nor did you want to so you hit the button again repeatedly as if it would bring you to safety even faster but then the noise stopped as soon as the lift pinged open. You stared at the reception for a few more seconds, sucking in a deep inhale and settled that it was just your tired mind playing tricks.

Ring… ring…. ring…

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound of your desk phone ringing. Who would be calling Oscorp at this time of night? You fought down the panic that was rising in you and stepped towards your desk as the droning sound of the phone ringing carried on and on until you were in front of it, watching it shake in its holder.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the phone and lifted it to your ear but you didn’t dare speak first. Instead, you heard the sound of wind and laboured breaths. A moment of anxiety later, you took the plunge. “Hello?”

“Hello sweetness… do you want to let me in?” That voice, you knew that fucking voice. It couldn’t be him, if he wanted to come in he would have by now.

“Who’s this? What do you want?” You hiss, trying to sound as threatening as you can but your wavering voice said otherwise.

The man chuckles and says two dreaded words. “Turn around.”

Your back stiffened, eyes tightly shutting but you refused to obey his order. Your eyes landed on the open elevator and then glanced towards the fire exit.

Now, should you run into a concealed box where he could easily just snap the wires or to 22 sets of stairs where he could gain on you in a matter of seconds? Either way, you’re pretty much doomed.

It only took you a matter of seconds to decide your answer as you dropped the phone and made a run for it. Your legs carried you as far as the fire exit door before the sound of smashing glass erupted from behind you and something strong, metallic and large wrapped it’s way around your torso and brought you right back.

The howling of wind filled your ears but you tried to drown it out by the sounds of your screams as you’re hoisted out of the building's window and hanging over the street below.

“Well, I did tell you to let me in.”

Eyes meeting your capturers, your heart pangs at the sight of the villain in front of you; Doc Ock as they now call him.

“Let me go… p-please.” You whimper, your fingers grasping onto the claw that hugged around your body like a trap. But this only earned a sinister chuckle from the man who was hovering in front of you, his other three tentacles holding him up by gripping onto the building.

“You sure you want me to let you go? Right here?”

You look down and quickly shake your head at the realisation. “N-no!”

You couldn’t see his eyes, hidden behind a pair of tinted sunglasses but you could almost imagine the mischief in his eyes. A rare sight when he wasn’t… when he was Otto.

“Shall we have a coffee? We have much to discuss?” It was more of a statement than anything as he already lowered you back into the safety of the building but that safety was soon broken as he followed behind you.

He placed you down, your feet crunching against the shattered glass on the carpeted floor but you didn’t complain except for a small hiss when his claw tightened ever so slightly against you.

He noticed. “Are we hurting you?”

You decided maybe honesty was the best way to go about this horrible situation and nod. “A-a little.” You stammer and to your relief, the claw loosens but still doesn’t let you go. You tried to ignore how he said ‘we’.

“Now, about that coffee.”

He helps guide you towards the small coffee unit, your hands shakily grabbing a cup and placing it under the machine and hitting the button to pour himself one. Black. His favourite.

Once done, you turn but you don’t quite meet his gaze as you hand it towards him, avoiding the burning sensation as the coffee trickles over the rim and onto your fingers as you shake.

He takes it from you with the use of his top-left tentacle and arches a brow your way. “You not having one?”

“Not thirsty.” You mumble your response and instead listen to the sound of him slurping his drink.

“Surprised you remembered how I liked my coffee.” He comments, moving towards your desk and rummaging through the papers as you’re practically dragged his way.

“Surprised you remember who I am.” You bite back bravely but tense as he drops a heavy load of papers back onto your desk, one of the actuators circling around you before snipping in front of your face as if to mock you. You whimper and gaze down at your feet.

Doc Ock moves towards you, pulling his sunglasses away from his face. “How could I forget you? One of my best workers?” He teases, looking you up and down and you swore he licked his lips as he did. “But what are you doing now? Acting as a receptionist again?”

You couldn’t help but be captivated by his eyes. Despite that the warmth, the kindness and the softness of his eyes had gone… they were still his eyes. Still beautiful, still intoxicating and still powerful.

“After what happened… I couldn’t set foot in that lab. It changed me. Was off work for months.” Your reply was a little hoarse - maybe you should have grabbed a drink.

“I noticed.” He says casually. “I never saw you enter the building for a while.”

Your skin trickles with goosebumps and your blood slightly boils. “You’ve been stalking me?”

“Well if you put it that way…” he says with a roll of his tongue, taking a seat behind your desk whilst you were positioned in front of it with your hands bound by your side, still captured.

“Why me? What are you even doing here?” You found your voice more as you stared at the man you once knew, only just now realising he donned a long dark trench coat with no shirt underneath. His skin slightly red from the bitter cold outside but you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to touch-

“I need access to the lab. And since I saw that someone was here and it just so happened to be you, I knew you would do me the lovely honours of letting me in.” His hands clasped together, breaking you out of your thoughts about his large chest and your eyes met his, narrowing at his bold eagerness.

“I will do no such thing!” You thrash a little in the claw that kept you captive, “You don’t work here and I’m a respected worker so if I were you, I’d just turn around and hop out that window and go back to living your life as a creepy hermit elsewhere before I call the police!”

That sounded so much better in your head.

Your chest was heaving at your outburst, a sense of dread slowly filling the awful silence in the room as Octavius stared across at you with no emotion on his face. He sighs, leans back on the chair and hoists you up so fast you feel a jolt in your stomach as he brings you close to him, feet hovering over the ground.

“Nice try sweetheart… but I’m going to need the access codes to that lab. And you will give them to me one way or the other.” His voice was dark now, a sinister tone purring down your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath but you were not weak; not anymore.

“No.”

He was reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigar when you gave your adamant answer. His already hooded eyelids narrow some more and he says nothing for a moment and let’s one of his tentacles strike a match against your desk and lights the cigar for him.

“You should watch that mouth of yours… you’ll get into trouble.” He says before taking a deep inhale of his cigar and for some reason you said the most ridiculous thing you could:

“You should see what else my mouth can do.”

He splutters on his drag and pulls you away from him for a second, almost showing courtesy to not cough in your face.

“What did you just say?” He lowered his voice and sat up on the chair, a lone tentacle coming towards your face and tilting your chin up as you had looked away, embarrassed.

“N-nothing, sorry I just… I want to go home Otto.”

“Doctor.”

“… I want to go home Doctor.”

He pulls you near once more but this time, the claw wrapped around you is removed allowing you to stand by yourself. However, your knees shook violently as the ground is presented to your feet and you almost fall but the infamous Doc Ock was swift in his movements to catch you. Two of his mechanical arms taking a surprisingly gentle hold this time on your forearms and bringing you towards him.

That would have been fine and you almost thanked him but it stunned you as he didn't stop bringing you forwards until you were practically in his lap with your legs draped over his thick thighs. “And I’ll let you go sweetness… after you give me the codes.”

You were too shocked to speak for a moment, just staring at him with wide-eyes as he took a slow inhale of his cigar once more and almost seductively slowly puffed the smoke in your face. You tried your best not to inhale but with something so intoxicating like that? You couldn't stop the sudden heat that hit your core as everything overtook your senses. You awkwardly replied.

“I’ll lose my job. Y-you knew how much I needed this job.” You had to plead to him this time, your eyes shone with worry as you stared straight into him as his soul stared back. It was as if you were trying to jolt his memory back and for him to remember you and how the two of you were close.

“Do you remember Halloween?”

The question shocked you but you remembered; of course you remembered. You had dressed as a devil and he was dressed as a mad scientist, of course, with wild hair but that wasn’t the most memorable thing about that night. After too much to drink, you had both found yourselves alone and close; very close. To the point you almost kissed. But you two got interrupted and you both never spoke of it again to much of your heartache.

“Yes.” You reply timidly, fingers lacing through the string on your coat as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

“I often…” it was as if it was paining him to speak, as if he was trying to fight back his prolonged anger and malice, “I often wonder what it would have been like to kiss you.”

Subconsciously, you chew on your lower lip and gaze up at him. His face had softened, the claws that were so tense before had fallen a little and he was looking at you like you were art. “I… I didn’t know if you liked me.”

“You were one of the best colleagues I had… of course I liked you.”

“No I mean like… y’know. I didn’t want to tell you how I felt because of rejection.” You whisper, carefully lifting your hand and placing it against his cheek and for a second he froze up, jaw clenching and eyes shining with hate as you did but as your thumb swiped over his rough skin he let out a jagged exhale and closed his eyes.

“Y/N… I would never have rejected you.”

This was wrong. You knew it was but here he was, the man you had longed for for so long. He was different in so many ways; violent and malicious but deep down there was your Otto.

You smile a little and ever so slightly lean closer to him as he slowly raised his cigar, allowing it to be plucked away from his fingers,

“Good - because I hope you don’t reject this.” Your voice became a sweet whisper as your lips fell to his and you waited a moment, an agonizing moment as you tested the waters until you felt the lush sensation of him kissing you back. It didn’t last long until he pulled away for a second, searching your face for any sign of repulsiveness but nothing but longing and adoration came through.

He had waited for this moment just as much as you had and so his lips scorched against yours, large hands claiming your waist as he brought you flush against his chest.

The wind howled violently as the two of you embraced one another, the winter storm picking up but that didn’t stop the kiss getting more heated. Hands roamed through his hair and gently tugged against the soft curls on his head.

“Gods, do you feel what you do to me, pet?” Another nickname added to the list, you moaned into his mouth as the friction of his clothed cock pressed against your dampening pants.

You had managed to shove your coat off your shoulders and onto the ground which allowed the Doctor to manoeuvre a hand up your shirt, teasingly.

“D-Doctor,” you whisper as you lavish in the feeling of his warm hand against your stomach.

You nibble on his lower lip, a grunt erupting from the back of his throat as you manage to slide your tongue in against his own whilst he kept caressing at your skin until he became impatient.

With both hands, he tore your white shirt open, buttons scattering among the floor as he pulled away from your lips to admire your chest. “Fuck… been wondering what you looked like since the first day I saw your dripping wet shirt when we met.”

You blush profusely, gushing at how he remembers your first yet embarrassing meeting. “Does it meet your expectations?” You purr seductively, making the villain glance at your eyes and then back down at your chest, slipping the shirt from your shoulders. His tentacles did him the favour of gently pinching at your bra strap on each side and slides them down your arms whilst a third unclasps it at the back. Beautifully, your bra drops into his lap and Otto had to take a second.

Tongue licking at his lower lip, you couldn't entice him with any more words as he had viciously bent down and attacked your breasts. A throbbing sensation travels down to your cunt as his tongue swirls around one nipple whilst a hand gropes at the other.

"F-Fuck!" You seethe through gritted teeth, head arched back as he assaulted your chest which filled you with so much desire.

He moaned breathlessly against you and your hands found themselves on the the lapels of his coat, gently tugging at it.

Otto moved back and cocks an eyebrow at you. "Are you sure you... want to see me?" There was a hint of something in his tone, insecurity maybe? You offer him a soft smile and nod.

"Yes, I want to see you Otto."

His name rolling off your tongue did something to him. For so long he had just been referred to as 'Doc Ock' or something foul written about him in the Bugle. So, to hear his name properly for the longest time made the racing voices in his mind freeze as all he could think about was you. And you being underneath him.

It was a blur from then on.

You wasn’t sure when or how you were displayed stark naked on the reception desk with a list-driven Otto hovering over you. The bulge in his pants was evident and as he pulled down your pants and undergarments with your pussy glistening just for him, he let out a low chuckle at the sight.

“Look at you… perfect.” He compliments as he palmed himself over his slacks.

Gushing over his compliment, two tentacles reach for your hands and pins them over your head, scratching against the wooden surface meanwhile the other two hold your thighs and spread them wide open so you were in an undignified spread-eagle position for him.

Warm hands trail up the inside of your legs until a lone finger gentle rests between your folds, collecting the sparkling slick on his finger and bringing it up to wards his mouth. “Tastes perfect too.” He moans as he collects it into his mouth and pulls his finger out with a astounding pop.

Speechless, you felt your thighs quiver as he began to pull himself free, length thick in girth and pooling precum at his tip. “See, I would finger the fuck out of you to loosen you up my pet…” Doc lowers himself to you, both hands resting on the table either side of your head, his tip pressing against your entrance. Teasing and agonising you.

“But?” You manage out, gazing into his blown eyes.

“My cock would be better.”

And with a resounding thrust, he pushes into you making you a mewling mess underneath him.

Your back arches as your sex alters around his length, allowing one of his arms to snake under you and keep you flush against his chest. The metallic device wrapped around his waist dug into your stomach but it was nothing quite like the protruding cock that was wedged inside you.

You wanted to close your legs to clamp yourself around him but his tentacles had other ideas, holding you open even more as he slowly began to rock into you.

“This okay?” He hissed, his softness seeping through for just a moment as he notices the slight discomfort framing your face.

“Yeah.” You reply, breathless but relax into his embrace. You so wish you could cup his cheek and bring his lips down to you but due to the constriction you couldn’t.

It was only seconds later when he began to pound into your, his rhythm relentless as your wanton moans filled the room.

His grunts was like music to your ears, eyes trained on your chest as your breasts heaved up and down with every thrust. “You like this don’t you? Naughty girl.” He cooes sinisterly, a flesh hand holding onto your hip with his nails gently biting into your skin.

“Mhm.” You managed out but this wasn’t good enough for the incredible Doctor.

“Use your words, pet. Let me hear you say it.” He ordered, the hand on your hip now moving up to cup your left breast as he maintained his movement, his cock now soaked from your juices as his fingers pinched the hardening nipple.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you chewed on your lower lip hard. “S-so good. Need more.” Breath ragged as you became a panting mess under him.

“More, huh? Alright.” He slowed his movements and you almost protested that he should stop teasing you and fuck you harder but the hand that was underneath your back moved so his fingers pinched at your swollen clit.

Eyes now wide and blown with sexual desire, you moaned like a whore at the friction as he then began to slam into you at a excruciating pace, tentacles on your thighs tightening their grip as the desk began to squeak at the movement.

You weren’t going to last long and neither was he, you could tell as his hips began to jitter and movements began to slow but that didn’t stop him. “You going to cum for me sweetheart, hm? You want me to cum for you?” He hissed through gritted teeth, eyes dark and peering down on you with your hand above your head still.

“Yes! Fuck yes, please make me cum! I n-need your cum inside me!” You pleaded him, squirming under his hold as his finger against your clit began to throb relentlessly as you felt yourself begin to hit your desirable high.

Then it hit you like a car crashing through a wall; your body convulsed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, stars blurring your vision as you came all over his cock.

Otto was too stunned to speak, watching you in awe as you twitched before him, your juices mixing with his as he pooled himself inside you. Sweat dripped down the side of his head, chest rising as he tried to capture his breath.

“Easy, now.” He utters as the tentacles that once pinned your hands set you free and you shakily bring them to your face and wince at the red indent marks they caused.

“Did we hurt you?” He asked to which you shake your head, still slightly cock dumb because it did hurt.

“No,” you said softly, catching your breath back as you watched the filthy motion of him backing up and his now softened cock leaking out of you and creating a mess on the table. You hid your embarrassment and glanced away but Otto already saw and tsked.

“Nothing to be shy about… you did well for me.” He purred as he kindly offered you a tissue that a tentacle retrieved from the floor after your fuck sesh since everything you owned ended up down there.

His hold on your thighs also vanished as he began to dress himself and you swiftly did too, cheeks burning red.

You couldn’t believe that just happened and by the slight tinted redness on the tips of his ears, neither could he.

Once you were suitably dressed, hair still a little mad and messy, Otto turns to you and folds his arms over his chest and let out a sigh. “Now, the codes.”

Your heart sunk a little. “W-wait, what?” Had you really let your guard down that bad? Had it really just been a ploy for him to soften you up a bit in the hopes you’d crumble and just give them to him? You felt fucking sick.

Otto placed his sunglasses back over his eyes, secretly trying to hide the disgust in himself. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You stared at him in disbelief, eyes becoming a glistening mess as you slowly nodded and accepted defeat. “Right, sure.” You manage to muster as you moved around your mess of a desk and logged into the computer.

Otto waited, watching as you briefly turned away and wiped a stray tear from your eye and that was enough for him.

As you were about to hit print on the codes, a claw slammed against the monitor and sent it flying across the room making you squeak at the sudden impact and stumble back.

“Stop. Just… stop.” He sighed again, running a hand through his hair in frustration before moving towards you. “I don’t want this to appear that I have taken advantage of you. I didn’t come here…” he trailed off, seeing the frightened and confused look in your eye and even then you still looked beautiful, “I didn’t come here to take advantage of you.”

You just stared, words caught in your throat although you weren’t entirely sure what you could reply to him with. “W-what about the codes?” You stutter and he shakes his head.

“I’ll retrieve them a different way. I don’t want to be painted as a worser monster than I already am.” A stride of bitterness shot through him but not at you, at himself.

“You’re not a monster-.”

“Shut up!” He snapped and you flinched back but an tentacle quickly shot round your back and pressed against you as Otto didn’t like how close you were getting to the broken window and so pulled you closer. “Just… shut up Y/N.” He said quietly this time, chills running down his arms as he noticed the soft gaze on your features.

“I’ll come back for the codes when you’re not working.” He let’s you go and moves around you to exit through the window he rudely smashed and came in through.

“Will I see you again?” You asked quickly before he could leave. He looks over his shoulder at you, analysed your face and felt the strange feeling of butterflies churning in his stomach as a look of hope crossed your features.

He turns to you properly and takes a small step towards you and ever so gently leans in and presses his lips to your forehead. “I’ll be back again for you.”

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