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The Experiment (Doc Ock x Reader)
Summary: Otto Octavius has come up with a little experiment. Will you be able to prove the doctor's hypothesis correct?
Words: 6,241
Co-Author: simpremerat
Warnings: Daddy Kink, Sex In Lab, Multiple orgasms, spanking, sex toys, PIV, oral (female receiving)
“I expect you in my lab at 10:00pm, little sunbeam. I have so much planned for you, it would be a shame to delay because I have to punish you for being late.”
The text from your boyfriend sends you into a tail-spin of questions.
Was he surprising you with a night on the town?
Or having dinner sent to his lab?
Should you dress classy? Sexy?
Would there be other people there?
You read over his text.
The word ‘punish’ jumps out at you from your cell phone screen. The ominous undertone is impossible to ignore.
Otto Octavius isn’t one to pussy foot around. He wouldn’t threaten a consequence if he didn’t plan on keeping true to his word.
Throughout your entire relationship he’s always been very clear and concise with his feelings, wants, and expectations. He’s an excellent communicator which was one of the many aspects that made dating him so easy.
Your heart rate picks up just enough to cause the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
Whatever he had planned, it clearly wasn’t going to be your typical dinner date. With this in mind you start getting ready. If Otto had gone out of his way to plan something special for you, then you would dress the part for him.
You would make it worth Daddy’s while.
Your hands run over your body as you slip on a new lingerie set. It’s sheer with swirls of lace flower patterns all done in your favorite color. It makes you feel overly feminine and beautiful. Over it you put on a simple black cocktail dress, so as not to ruin the surprise underneath.
Stepping into your black heels and adding final touches to your make up, you find yourself anxiously checking the clock. While cheekily showing up a few minutes late sounds enticing, it would surely prolong the surprises of the night.
With your mind made up, you lock your front door and make your way down the street in the direction of Otto’s lab.
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A few blocks away Otto is doing his own last minute preparations. All the while his mind spins with possibilities of what he could do with his pretty princess behind the walls of his lab.
The rest of the staff had long since left for the evening, ensuring there would be no interruptions. Thrilling as it might have been to have the threat of discovery hanging over your heads, he wouldn’t share this, or you, with anyone.
He’d already changed out of his normal work attire. Instead of a lab jacket, he wore his leather duster coat. His chest is bare but he wears black pants, and heavy leather boots.
Otto waits by the table that ordinarily serves as a workstation.
Well….he supposes in a way it still is.
However, it no longer holds his notes and microscope because very soon his perfect girl would be on top of it. Beside it, a tray with an array of toys, all new.
He couldn’t have the ‘data’ corrupted by being predictable.
You’re always so…curious about his work, and so he came up with an idea for an ‘experiment’.
Just.
For.
You.
He glances down at his watch to check the time before flicking his gaze towards the glass double doors at the exact moment you walk in.
Right on time like the good girl you are.
The smile that is reserved for only you breaks over his lips, but when he pauses to take you in, his eyes darken with undisguised lust. He would have had the same reaction to you showing up in sweats, but seeing that you had gone out of your way to please him leaves him hard.
“Oh sunbeam, you’re perfect.” A content hum follows his words as he closes the distance between you.
“Hi Daddy. Did I make it on time?” You ask cutely even though you were right on time.
Otto grins at your clear search for praise. He catches your chin in his palm and tilts your face to meet his gaze.
His little sunbeam in the palm of his hand.
“You did. Such a good girl, doing exactly as Daddy asked and coming to his lab.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip, “And looking so beautiful too. You spoil me, don’t you?”
You blossom under his praise and lean into his touch. He makes you feel so good with just a few words and a light touch to your chin. “I’m glad Daddy thinks I look beautiful.”
If you wanted to say more, you weren’t given the chance because he inclined his head to claim your lips. The kiss is soft and deceivingly chaste as his mind fills with the image of your makeup running down your face from yet another orgasm.
“Forgive the secrecy,” He mumbles against your lips, reluctant to break away. Still he trades the hold he has on your chin for your hand. “But I thought you might enjoy a surprise.”
Your eyes light up at the word.
Hand in hand, he guides you further into the lab towards the table you usually find him working at. His supplies are gone, and it takes you only seconds to realize he intends to replace it with you.
You aren’t given the chance to voice your realization before the touch of Otto’s lips brush against the shell of your ear so he can murmur into it.
“Daddy wants to show his curious girl his work. A little experiment. Would you like to hear about it?”
He catches a lock of your hair, and twists it around his finger before giving it a soft tug like a bell. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your ear in such a way that you find yourself clenching your thighs together.
You nod your head and he continues.
“I want to test a hypothesis. I think my Little Sunbeam can give me at least four orgasms tonight while her Daddy uses her like his good, eager little cum slut on his table.”
Your knees nearly buckle.
Wicked man. Such a wicked man with an even more wicked mind.
“Do you think you can prove my hypothesis right?”
His words break you from your thoughts.
You meet his gaze. The passion in his dark eyes penetrates your soul. You lean in to press the tip of your nose to his.
“What does my Doctor need me to do first?”
A grin spreads across his features. Even his metal claws click with excitement. It’s a sin of how effortlessly perfect you are.
He chuckled indulgently at your quick agreement and wonders if you’ll keep it once you realize what he has in store. Not that his plans are bad, but he didn’t intend on either of you leaving this lab until you were a wet, dripping mess that was barely capable of coherency.
Straightening his spine, he runs a single hand along your side. “First, I need you to hold still.”
His hand continues its path, moving up to take hold of the zipper at the back of your dress. He pulls it down until the smooth black material is a dark puddle at your feet. When he catches sight of what lies underneath, his eyes widen.
You look over your shoulder to see his reaction to your new lingerie set being revealed to him. You can’t help but giggle at how stunned he seems. Surprising him has always brought you great joy, this moment is no different.
“You are….exquisite, Little Sunbeam.” Otto breathes out, inclining his head to kiss your bare shoulder.
His praise has you nearly wiggle your ass back into him, feeling mischievous.
A feeling that quickly fades as large hands make their way up your arms and then around to the front of your body.
“Otto,” Your mouth falls open in a moan when his hands cup your breasts. He palms them while his fingers easily find your nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric of your bra.
The lace is so thin that you might as well be naked. Your nipples harden from his touch. He knows your body too well, alternating between pinches and light tugging that leave you squirming in his grasp.
You can already feel Otto’s hardness pressed into your backside. It only worsens your squirming. Your hands grip at his sleeves while he paws at you.
“Does that feel good, Princess?”
The smugness in his voice tells you that he already knows the answer, but still you know he’ll expect an answer.
“Yes, Doctor Octavius.”
You swear he purrs at the sound of you using his formal title.
“Keep holding still while Daddy helps you onto the table?”
You nod and he bends, hooking an arm under your knees and keeping the other around your back so he can lift you off your feet. Even though he had warned you, you still giggle loudly when your feet leave the ground.
“Daddy is so strong.” You whisper as nerves bubble in your belly. The two of you had been intimate countless times before, but tonight seems different.
More….sexually charged.
You can’t deny that your cunt is already damp behind the lace of your panties.
Otto gently sets you down on the table, helping you to lay back before two of his tentacles snaked around him. The cool metal claws glide down your stomach, thighs, and calves.
Your body arches to meet their touch. You enjoy the feeling of them just as much as you enjoy the touch of his hands. To you, they are just extensions of the man you love, and therefore a part of him.
And like a good girl, you love every part of your Daddy.
The claws lock into place around your ankles and slowly start pulling your legs further apart, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy, concealed only by a scrap of feminine fabric. Your toes curl inside of your heels, as the throb of your cunt becomes stronger.
You feel like his toy.
Like his personal plaything, all laid out on his lab table. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cum.
“Now, Daddy has bought some new things, and he’s going to use them…but first—” He looms over you, bending down to whisper to you, his face hovering just above your own. “First, I want to see if I can make my girl gush all over my face with just my tongue. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Your cheeks flush but you nod without hesitation, and beg for the chance. “Please can I? Can I cum on your tongue?”
“Of course my good girl can.” Otto growls, lips twisting into a smirk as he moves to the end of the table. His claws drag you down towards him so you’re in the perfect position.
He runs his hands up your legs, appreciating the smooth warmth of your flesh. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he traces the pretty lace pattern of your panties, “As lovely as you look in these, they’re keeping me away from what’s mine.”
The sharp sound of ripping echoes throughout the lab. He’s ripped your panties clean off your body, revealing your glistening sex to his gaze. He bends down, releasing a raspy exhale before turning his head to leave kisses on your inner thighs.
You whine, bucking your hips off the table. He’s taking his sweet time but you need that skillful mouth of his on your cunt. You continue your impatient movements, struggling within the hold of his claws.
But Otto is unphased. He won’t be rushed.
A third tentacle moves to press into your lower abdomen. There is something so darkly appealing about the way you squirm for him. The thought that you’re so needy that you can’t stay still. He didn’t have the heart to continue being cruel, so he glides his tongue down to your slit.
He groans at the taste of you.
“You taste devine my sweet girl.” He explores your depths with his tongue, savoring the taste of you like you were his last meal.
You’re about to plead for more, but the words die in your throat the second his mouth wraps around your clit. He sucks at that throbbing, swollen gem of yours, loving the way your thighs shake.
His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you closer and holding you just where he wants you.
“Mmmhh! F-Fuck, right there!” Your hands grip the sides of the table, knuckles white from how he sucks harder on your clit.
You throw your head back since his claws stop you from doing much else.
“Feels so good! Don’t stop. Please don’t! You’re s-so good with y-your mouth, Daddy!”
The muscles in your stomach tighten as his tongue steadily works you higher to your peak. His mouth is so warm, wet, and fucking perfect. The pleasure he gives is almost deafening. Your blood pumps through your veins so hard that you swear you can hear it.
You can remember in the beginning of your relationship when Otto was determined to learn every inch of your body. It wasn’t something most men bothered with, but not Otto Octavius .
No, he had studied you so he could turn you into the mewling mess you are now.
You’re so close to cumming that you aren’t sure you’ll even get the chance to ask permission before you do, but still you try.
“I’m so close to cumming. Please let me cum? Please let your experiment give you her first orgasm?”
He can’t drag himself away from your soaked cunt long enough to tell you that making you cum is the whole point. So instead he nods while lapping away at your clit.
His permission is a blessing. The moment he gives it you let go and cum hard, gushing all over his face.
“Mmmh my good, sweet girl.” Otto moans into you, lapping up every drop his tongue can catch.
It’s only when he feels your body still that he gently withdraws. The tentacles on your stomach and ankles slide away as he straightens and walks back to the head of the table.
You feel dazed, your mind only having enough function to tell you to refill your lungs with air. A hand runs over your sweat-dampened hair. Your eyes flutter open to find Otto hovering over you with a proud smile adorning his lips.
He stares at you as if admiring a piece of fine art.
His eyes roam, taking in how incredible you look blissed out.
Your face flushed, your hair tousled, your nipples peaked behind the fabric of your bra, your legs spread wide.
To him you are a masterpiece.
“Daddy is so proud of you. You did so well for me. And I know you can do it again, can’t you?”
You bask in his praise, not hesitating to answer, “Yes Doctor, I can cum for you again.”
“Good, whenever you’re ready, turn over onto your knees with your ass up.”
Wanting to give you time he walks over to the tray table and picks a single item from it. By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve already moved yourself into position.
Your face and upper body lays flat on the table while your knees are propped up with your back arched, leaving your ass and cunt on full display. A tremor runs through you from being this exposed, but it also feels good to simply obey and forget about everything else.
Something catches your eyes, a long black piece of silk dangling from his finger. Your brain quickly registers that it’s a blindfold.
“Would you like to wear this for me?”
You nod and stay still as he ties the blindfold in place. The world around you goes dark but heightens your other senses.
“If you become overwhelmed or need to stop you tell me. Immediately. Is that understood?”
You’re touched that even after all this time he still takes his time to remind you of the parameters of your dynamic.
“Yes Otto.”
He hums, pleased by your response.
Shortly after, your ears pick up on the sound of his steps walking away and then coming closer again. You can only assume it’s to gather more items.
You try to listen for more clues but the only thing you hear is a small thunk of something being placed beside you on the lab table.
“Are you nervous about what the Doctor is going to do with his beautiful, cock hungry experiment next?”
You aren’t given the chance to answer before he starts running something along your body. It starts at the nape of your neck and travels down your spine. You automatically recognize the touch of leather.
It caresses your skin as strands of it fall on either side of your body..
You shake your head and answer him. “I’m not nervous. I want it, want to feel it.”
He stops at your backside, letting the handle rest just between your asscheeks. “Then tell me; what do you think this is that I’ve been running along your skin?” He’s certain you know but he wants to hear you say it.
“A flogger? Made of leather.”
He chuckled indulgently at your accurate guess, tapping the hand of the flogger to the base of your spine. “Clever girl. Yes, a flogger made of leather. Just for you.”
You preen under his praise, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth. That is until something is pressed against your nipple. You gasp at the vibrations that instantly cause your nipple to harden.
“Do you feel what else I can do to this magnificent body of yours?”
You don’t know where the vibrator came from but you don’t care.
“Yes Daddy. I want more. Please give me more?”
“My poor, pretty little experiment. Already so desperate when the doctor just made her cum.” His tone is soft, a mix of sympathy and degradation. Caught between his desire to pleasure you and make you mad for just the thought of his touch.
He moved the vibrator to your other nipple, pressing it down a little harder. Your pleas grow louder and his tentacles stir around him, reacting to his thoughts. You owed him a few more orgasms and he was planning on getting them.
Lowering his hand from your nipple, he brings the vibrator down your stomach, circles your navel before bringing it to your clit.
Your hips buck back just as the leather strands slap across your backside. You cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure has you gasping. You aren’t sure it can get much better but then the vibrator shifts, sliding through your slick folds and slipping inside.
However the stimulation on your clit isn’t lost, making you realize that the toy he’s using has a second attachment to stimulate your clit and g-spot simultaneously.
You cry out his name but it’s cut off by the flogger being brought back down onto your ass.
His jaw clenches at the sound of it against your skin. “Your skin marks so easily.”
Even if it’s faint, just those two strikes left traces of pink across your skin. Small marks of his possession that only left him hungry for more.
The leather strands snap across your back.
You give a high pitched yelp from the impact. “Fuck! Thank you Daddy! Mark me more Daddy? Please?”
You grind back onto the toy the more he whips your ass. Your cunt is so slick that you’re starting to drip.
“So fucking wet.” He breathes, “How long do you think it’ll take you this time, Little Sunbeam?”
His gaze roams over every inch of you.
Your submission is his favorite possession. Far more priceless than the money and power and prestige he’d once allowed to be his everything. As important as his work is to him and as much time as he devoted to it, it’s moments like these when he knew he’d gladly give it all up for you.
His perfect sunbeam.
He pumps the toy in harder, increasing the pace while the second attachment buzzes against your swollen clit.
You pant and whine each time the toy hits your g-spot. It feels so good that you have difficulty holding steady. Your whole body trembles under the build of tension and pleasure.
The flogger comes down again and your cunt clenches around the vibrator, hard enough that you gush.
“Otto!” You cry out his name, knowing you’re close but he doesn’t stop the movement of either of his hands.
Three more strikes to your ass and you’re falling apart.
“That’s it, cum again for me Sunbeam.”
Your ears ring from how hard your orgasm hits. Involuntarily your thighs clamp together around the toy and his hand. Your body is as stiff as a board until the waves of your orgasm subside. Only when your muscles relax does your body unfurl and your head rests back down on the lab table.
Seeing that you’re starting to lay back down does he carefully slide the toy from your depths before passing it and the flogger to one of his awaiting claws so they could return the items to the tray. He places his hand on your back and rubs soothing circles against your soft skin.
“Keep breathing, Princess. Nice and slow. Daddy’s going to take the blindfold off now.”
He does just that, sliding it off slowly so you could adjust to the light. Once it’s off he tosses it aside. His actuators began moving around you and turn you on your back.
Coming face to face with him and you smile, cheeks flushed from your two orgasms.
“Hi Daddy.”
He returns your smile.
“Are you alright? Do you need a break? Water?” He questions softly while his gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your soaked cunt and the glistening pleasure on your thighs.
You reach up to cup his cheek, “I’m more than alright. I want to keep going. I still need to give Daddy two more.”
“Very well, Sunbeam.” He smirks and reaches for you again, tracing his thumbs over your nipples. “Would you like to choose what you cum on next? Another toy? Or perhaps my fingers in those leather gloves you like?”
Your chest arches into his touch, eyes about to fall shut until he mentions his gloves. You perk up at that.
“Gloves. Please use your leather gloves.”
He turns his face into the hand at his cheek and leaves a kiss to your palm before stepping away so he could grab his gloves.
Moving back to your side, he lets you watch him slip his large hands into the cool, stiff material. He reaches out and traces his index finger along your jawline.
“My Little Sunbeam…so sweet, so responsive. Will you keep being a good girl for me and get my fingers as wet as that cunt of yours?” He brings two fingers to your lips, seeking entrance.
You take the thick digits into your mouth, moaning at the taste of leather that fills your senses. You start by delicately sucking, trying to retain that image of innocence to entice him further.
It’s your favorite game to play. Being the innocent mouse caught in his sharp claws.
You coo around his fingers and stare at him with wide eyes.
He looks back at you and curses under his breath at the feeling of your mouth and that pleading look you’re giving him.
It’s all too much.
With his free hand, he unzips and unbuttons his pants so his cock springs free from the fabric. It curls up towards his navel as he wraps his hand around the base.
“You’ve had me hard for you all day, Little Sunbeam. I’ve been distracted with thoughts of you since this morning.”
His confession has your face heating up, but it’s the breathlessness of his voice that has your eyes traveling down his body. You find him stroking his length in his gloved hand, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
Your hips buck and a long muffled moan leaves you at the sight. You twitch with want, finding it difficult to stay still while watching him.
And the worst part is, he knows it.
“See something you like?”
You nod with a whimper, hands reaching for him to grip the opening of his coat.
“Does my experiment want her Doctor’s cock?”
You whimper louder and try to pull him closer by his jacket, but Otto doesn’t budge. Instead he slips his now wet fingers from your mouth so he can shift his attention to your cunt.
“Always such a good, good girl.” He mumbles, and places just his thumb on your clit, stroking it as soft as he would a kitten begging for attention. “And if my good girl wants my cock then she’s going to have to give me that third orgasm before I cum all over her tits. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I can do th-nghh!” Your words turn into sounds as his index and middle fingers slip inside you.
He begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your depths. Your mouth falls open and your brows knit together, pleasure once again crumpling your expression.
His thumb presses harder against your clit, circling it and making your entire body jolt as if being shocked with electricity.
“Yes! Don’t stop! More, please more!”
Your cries has his fist moving faster up and down his length. To him, you’re nothing short of a religious experience.
He can hear your wetness smash against his gloves, eliciting a deep guttural groan from his chest.
“You better hurry with that orgasm or Daddy is going to end up painting your chest.”
His head tilts back in pleasure as he moves his hand in tandem with quickening thrusts of his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His need builds by the moment.
But then again, so is yours.
Your cunt repeatedly clenches around his leather clad digits. Your body quakes and your mind feels fogged over with heat. You can’t pull your eyes from him, watching as his head tilts back. But still you manage to grind down on his fingers.
His fingers hit you deep, causing fresh juices to spill out of you and coat the palm of his glove. It's all too much, too erotic.
Watching him touch himself.
The feeling of leather inside and pressed to your clit.
You’re starting to come apart much faster than you thought possible after already cumming twice, but your body seems determined to give Otto whatever he wants.
“Daddy!” You gasp, not capable of stopping what’s coming. “So c-close! I–mmmhhh!” You can’t even finish your sentence before your hips arch off the table and your inner walls spasm.
You scream out his name as you cum. It hits you hard, takes your breath away, and rocks your body off its axis. You suck in air to try and refill your lungs.
It feels as if you’ve just ran a mile.
You slump back and a few overstimulated tears roll down your cheeks.
He withdraws his fingers from your core slowly and carefully, all the while keeping a close eye on you as you come down from your high. Ridding himself of his soiled gloves, his hands come to cup your face. His thumbs glide over your cheeks to wipe away your tears.
“My perfect girl. Daddy’s here. He has you.” He lets one of his hands move to your hair, catching a lock of it and twining it around his index finger.
His loving voice and soft touch cause you to stir, the corners of your mouth twitch in an attempt to smile. You’re floating on a cloud or maybe an ocean wave.
Whichever it is, you feel amazing.
Tired, but weightless.
The feeling of subspace keeps you warm until your eyes manage to flutter open. Your eyes meet, seeing that his face only inches from your own has you humming.
He isn’t sure he’s ever seen you look so spent before, he rather enjoys it.
“I’m so proud of you, Little Sunbeam. You’ve done so well for me. Better than I could have imagined.”
You swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you could speak. “I like making Daddy proud.”
With a smile Otto leaves a kiss at your hairline.
“Now…I think you can prove my hypothesis correct and give me one last orgasm, but you must tell me if you need to rest. I won’t have you passing out or uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy my cock just as much as I’m going to enjoy giving it to you.”
He mentions finally giving you his cock and your arm comes to wrap around his broad shoulders. You pull him in so you could lazily kiss his mouth, forgetting all about his question.
But your throat starts to feel dry again, forcing you to pull back. “I don’t want to stop. I want to finish Daddy’s experiment, but can I have some water first?”
“Of course you can, my love.” He breathes, but doesn’t move away. Instead one of his metal claws slithers over to grab a bottle of water from the tray table. “Here, let Daddy help you.”
The same metal arm snakes around your shoulders and guides you upwards so you don’t choke. He unscrews the cap and brings the bottle to your lips, letting you drink your fill.
As much as his cock begs for attention, nothing is worth endangering your health.
“Drink as much as you need, Little Sunbeam.”
You do, greedily drinking more than half of the bottle. The water feels so good sliding down your raw throat. When you’ve finished you pull back and breath contently through your mouth.
Otto’s claw pulls back, letting you rest back down on the lab table and discarding the bottle.
“Soooo,” You draw the word out while batting your eyes up at him. “Does this mean I can have Daddy’s cock now?”
He tosses his head back with a gruff chuckle. Leave it to you to be on the brink of exhaustion and then in the blink of an eye be ready for more at the thought of his cock.
“Don’t fret, Princess. I think we’ve both waited long enough.” He straightens his spine and walks to the edge of the table.
The actuators move with him, two of them trailing down your legs before clasping around your ankles to pull you forward so that your feet dangle over the edge and Otto can step between your thighs.
He hadn’t bothered to tuck his cock back into his pants, allowing it to now rest against your cunt. His wraps around the base to guide it through your folds, teasing you from your slit to your clit.
“I thought you said we’ve both waited long enough?” You pant and squirm.
A wicked grin spreads across his features. “Hm, I did say that, didn’t I?”
Without another word he slams inside you. You gasp at every inch being pushed into you so fast.
He immediately tenses, moaning at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole. He feels your walls flutter around him, trying to accommodate his size.
“My Sunbeam is always so tight.” He groans, closing his eyes and gripping your hips in his firm grasp.
You moan in response and throw your arms around his neck. He starts by moving out slowly, then back in, giving you time to adjust. But Otto knew he couldn’t wait much longer, not after watching you cum three times.
Brown eyes look down and sees his cock glistening from your juices. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight.
He slams into you, unable to keep his pace slow, earning him a yelp from your trembling lips.
“I’ve waited all night for this. To stretch you out with my cock and use you like my perfect little toy.”
Your eyes are glued to one another as he talks. Both of you taking in the other’s blissful expressions. You find yourself clinging onto his shoulders, nails clawing at his flesh. You’re so turned on, so stimulated from every orgasm he’s given you.
The movement of his claws catches your eye. They seem to be opening up a bottle of lube.
“Daddy? What’s that for?”
“What’s that for?” He repeated slowly, enjoying your anticipation. Your mounting need.
He could almost taste that final orgasm.
“This is a lube I created just for you. To make sure my Sunbeam experiences the most pleasure possible for her last orgasm.” He keeps up the momentum of his thrusts while his claw brings the bottle over you and starts to drizzle the contents onto your cunt.
“Daddy made it?” You gasp when he tells you he’s created the lube for you. It makes you feel so loved that he’s taken time away from his busy seclude to create something so intimate for you.
At first you feel nothing new, but the more Otto thrusts into you the harder your inner walls clench. The lube seems to be stimulating you and making your cunt feel warm.
“D-Daddy! It’s making my pussy tingle.” You whine, head tilting back at the overwhelming sensation.
“That’s it, Princess. Surrender to it.” His fingers press firmer into the swell of your hips. The likelihood that you’ll have fingerprints bruised into your skin come morning grows.
He thrusts in and out of your core as his claw drip more lube directly onto your clit. It’s harder for him to speak now, but he grits the words out.
“Rub your clit for Daddy.”
Your toes curl at his gruffer tone. You know what it means, that he’s close to cumming.
Not wanting him to cum without you, you reach a trembling hand down between your legs. You stroke your clit in smooth circles while staring up into his dark eyes.
“Like this Doctor?”
He grunts, beads of sweat forming along his hairline. “Just like that. Doing so well for me.”
You want to say more but the lube kicks in, causing your clit to throb beneath your fingertips. Your toes curl, finding it hard to keep focus.
You stroke your clit faster and grind down to meet his thrusts.
Your mind goes blank.
The tingling of the lube and being stretched out by his cock has you shaking as a familiar tension spreads throughout your lower body.
Your free hand grips the edge of the lab table while the rest of you shakes and Otto knows your peak is drawing near.
“That’s it Sunbeam, prove your doctor’s hypothesis. Cum for me just one more time.”
Heat is rising in your body. Every muscle feels like a bowstring pulled taunt.
“I’m gonna! I’m gonna!”
You can’t even complete your sentence before your body jolts and your orgasm hits.
Your vision blurs and a ringing echoes in your ears.
Above you, Otto tosses his head back with a shout. Your inner walls closed in around him so tightly that it caused him to cum right along with you.
He fills you to the brim, emptying every drop inside your depths.
Without warning he moves his hands to rest on either side of your head, caging you in so he can lean down and kiss you.
You purr, gripping the front of his jacket to hold him in place, but you’re much too weak for that. The kiss doesn’t last long. You’re both shaking too hard. Your chests rise and fall with labored breaths.
The air around you starts to settle.
You both stay tangled together even after his cock softens and slips out of you.
The thought of being parted is too much to bear for either of you.
Otto is the first to speak while gently stroking your sweat-dampened hair back. “You truly are magnificent, Little Sunbeam. So perfect for your Daddy.”
He holds you close and places kisses at your cheeks, the tip of your nose and then your forehead.
You nuzzle into his kisses with a giggle and brush your lips along his before he reluctantly straightens his back.
“You, my dear, are a true marvel. Giving me orgasm after orgasm. Daddy is so proud of you.”
His claws have already pulled a chair beside the lab table. He pulls his pants back on before curling his arms around you to lift you into his embrace and sitting down in the chair.
Feeling his body heat has you tucking yourself even closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder.
Both of you are content to simply bask in the afterglow.
His fingers play along your spine.
You coo at the pleasant feeling and listen to his velvet like voice.
“Daddy has you. Rest now, my love. I’m here to take care of you. I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready.”
You nod and let your eyes drift close.
You aren’t sure how much time passes and neither of you cares.
Both of you have what you need and that’s each other.
A playful grin tugs at the corners of your mouth before you open your mouth to speak.
“I’m glad your experiment was successful, Doctor Octavious.”
Otto chuckles, squeezing you tightly as his chest rumbles with laughter.
“As am I, Little Sunbeam. As am I.”
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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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HEAR ME OUT RN STEPDAD! OTTO OCTAVIUS
i wanna write this someone for the love of god tell me not too
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*holds up pillowcase*
Otto Trick or Treat 🥺
Hmm...have a TREAT!! It's been a hot minute since I wrote for Otto so this was a nice wee warmup for me. Enjoy this unedited drabble xx
Warnings for: overstimulation and predicament bondage.
Your eyes are locked on to the back of Otto's head as he sits only a few feet before you and continues to ignore the keening noises which are emitting from your lips with every passing moment. His hands are hidden but you can hear the tinkering of metal as the sound washes over you just like the cool breeze of his workshop.
As bare as they day you were born, the cool air makes your nipples peak and you press your back against the wall to keep your balance. Supporting you, locking around your wrists and ankles to ensure that you are unable to move more than a few inches up and down, are his actuators and the metal is surprisingly warm as it pins you in place.
The predicament of your situation is this; either you hold the position which he has lovingly pinned you into, or you suffer the consequences of your failure to obey him by subjecting yourself to an unrelenting torment which he will not interfere with. The torment in question being a mounted and wickedly placed vibrator which is humming along at a rapid pace, the very tip of it only just ghosting along your slickened slit if you keep your body suspended on your toes.
It's not an easy task and every slight slip on your part forces a fresh wave of overstimulation to encompass your clit as it pressed down on the staunch vibrations; the sensation so sudden and overwhelming that it makes your body jerk on panic with every hint on contact. Sweat makes your back uncomfortable as it tickles down the skin and you can feel the unbearable ache in your feet as you force yourself to remain in the unnatural position.
However, it was a losing battle.
Unable to support your weight any longer, your feet drop to the floor and the insatiable buzz of the vibrator mashes itself between your folds; hitting your most sensitive point with a laser focus and the sheer intensity of it makes your mind white-out for a second as the strong vibrations take your breath from your lungs.
"Fuck! Otto!" You cry out, unable to prevent the outburst as you quickly step back up onto the balls of your feet, giving yourself a brief respite as the edge of the vibrator just whispered along the edges of your soaked sex. "Please, just fuck me."
Turning his head over his shoulder at your words, his thick brow cocks for a moment as he takes in the sweat-touched appearance of your skin and the obvious flush which you can feel plasted across your cheeks. The heave of your breasts catches his attention for a second but he is quick to refocus on your desperate gaze as he shakes his head softly.
"That kind of language isn't allowed, pet. You know that." He feigns disappointment but you can see the open arousal in his brown eyes and the clear tension in his bared arms as they clutch the wrench between them. "So if that's how you want to act then I'll ask them to stop playing nice."
Obeying their masters unspoken command as you splutter out a panicked and garbled response to his heated words, the actuators loosen their grip on you for a split second; forcing your body to drop slightly before once again pinning you to the wall.
Feet now planted firmly on the ground, there is nowhere to go to escape the waves of torturous pleasure which are cascading from your core to each of your struggling limbs.
So close the edge, the fresh onslaught to your clit is enough to push you over and you scream out your release, fingers scrambling against the metal of the actuators with a frantic grip as your eyes squeeze shut to prevent the tears there from obscuring your vision.
Whined pleas and wicked screams break free of your lips in equal measure as your orgasm is prolonged by the vibrations, the sensations an agonising mixture of pleasure which bordered on pain as you strain against your merciless bondage.
It isn't until several minutes later, when his thick arms wrap around your waist to lower you gently to the ground, that you realise the vibrator has powered down.
An overstimulated mess, you cling to the soft roundness of his gut as he grips you gently, his deep brown gaze swimming with pleasure as he drinks in the looseness of your limbs and the smile which his soft touch brings.
"You did so well, pet." He soothes, guiding you over to his work chair so that he can deposit you in his lap; releasing a soft exhale as you brush his clothed erection with your thigh as you mold yourself to his warm frame. "My perfect little star."
#long time no see babes#otto octavius#doc ock#otto octavius x reader#doc ock x reader#doc ock smut#dr otto octavius#otto octavius smut#spiderman#marvel
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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
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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.
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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.
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I'm gonna do a part two, anyone up for being tagged?
#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fiction#otto x reader#otto octavius x reader#doctor otto octavius#otto octavius#dr otto octavius#otto octavius smut
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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.
#dr oc#dr octavius#dr octopus#otto octavius#otto octavius x reader#dr octavius x reader#doc oct#doc octavius x reader#marvel smut#marvel villains#marvel villain smut#spiderman villains#doc ock#doctor octavius#doc otto#otto octavius smut#octavius smut
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Summary: After the Green goblin’s affections are returned between him and the short scientist, he was very excited. And when they got into bed? He was ecstatic.
Notes :This is my first post on my AO3! I am not super experienced in writing smut (but I’m great at reading it XD)
Mind the tags! If you don’t like something don’t read it!
Hope you enjoy this mini horny!
(PS. This is an AU where Green Goblin is fluffy and has a tail…and a knot.)
Thank you molina_fix for Beta reading this and helping me edit!!
#green goblin smut#tssm otto#tssm otto octavius#green goblin#otto octavius smut#the spectacular spider man
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Discordsmuse Masterlist
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Hello friends! Finally putting together a masterlist to make it easier for you guys to find all my fanfics here since I only post to AO3!
These will be organized by fandom and character.
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Baldur's Gate 3
Halsin
dance me to the end of love, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Halsin admit to their feelings post-Moonrise and fuck on a balcony.
Silence, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav and Halsin fuck in a closet
Do Unto Others, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav wants to give Halsin some attention and convinces him to let her be the giver for once.
Enver Gortash
body more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is invited to dinner with the Archduke and things get a little heated.
i will give you all that you need, NSFW/18+: Sequel to the above, Fem!Tav and Gortash bathe together before Enver gets a little handsy.
gracious men are those who suffer, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Enver w/ a free use kink.
legacy with no memory, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Enver Gortash w/a pregnancy kink
I wanna know my god, At least enough to fear Her, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Gortash have a lil bit of hate sex
Gale Dekarios
be my nightfire, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav catches Gale mid-alone time. Feelings and sex ensue.
Abdirak
sanctify you bedsheets with the sweat along your hips, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is fascinated by Abdirak and nervously asks him to teach her about Loviatar.
Raphael
delightful little detour, NSFW/18+: Canon rewrite for what happens when Fem!Tav tells Raphael he's bad at sex.
Let the Dream Begin, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael Phantom of the Opera AU, slowburn
Office Hours, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael College AU
Rolan
i wanna have a home, i wanna share it, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Rolan get together post-saving the tieflings from moonrise.
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Pirates of the Caribbean
Hector Barbossa
The Pirate Lord, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader post-Elizabeth being kinged.
All That Glitters, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite pre-CotBP
Liar's Bet, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite during CotBP and DMC
feel the edges start to burn, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader where reader is friends w/Carina
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Harry Potter
Severus Snape
isn't it lovely (all alone), NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader closet sex
no death in rebirth, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader longform amnesia oneshot
Brought to Life, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader marauder's era classmates to lovers lol
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Dead by Daylight
Canon/Canon
Contention, NSFW/18+: Ace/Meg against a tree hatesex
Breaking Point, NSFW/18+: Megmillan first time
It's Alright, Teen/16+: The survivors and killers recover post-entity
Anna/The Huntress
Not so much taming as growing accustomed, Mature/16+, Huntress/Reader friendship to lovers
Herman Carter/The Doctor
Untethered, NSFW/18+, The Doctor/Reader where reader annoying him but in the fun, bratty way
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Resident Evil Village
Karl Heisenberg
Business Partners with Benefits, NSFW/18+: Heisenberg/Reader where reader is Moreau's niece
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Spider Man
Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock
Working Overtime, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is his lab assistant
Bedside Manner, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is Doc Ock's lover
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Labyrinth
Jareth the Goblin King
Midsummer, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader at the midsummer fae ball
don't leave me lonely, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader sequel to Midsummer
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The band Ghost
Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia
Better Than, NSFW/18+: Copia/Reader where he's a little insecure about Terzo being better than him
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Dracula
Dracula (lol)
Nice Costume, NSFW/18+: Dracula/Reader in a modern setting at a party
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Our Flag Means Death
Israel Hands
we do get desperate, now and again, Mature/16+: Fem!Reader/Izzy hurt/comfort unrequited love.
i wanna be yours, Mature/18+: Fem!Reader/Izzy first time together
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The Quarry (2022)
Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney
• fell in love with the fever, Explicit/18+: Travis and Laura are forced to spend some time together 6 months after the incident.
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This list will grow/change as I write more :D Thanks for reading!
#hector barbossa#pirates of the carribean#labyrinth#baldur's gate 3#bg3#raphael#gortash#harry potter#snape#fanfiction#author#discordsmuse#masterlist#smut#otto octavius#dracula#ghost#writing#izzy hands#izzy hands x reader#the quarry#travis hackett#laura kearney
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I will be closing CHRISTMAS requests on Friday.
If you want anything written for your fav that is Christmas themed then time is running out!! So far I have
Hannibal: 1
Patrick Jane: 1
Bucky barnes: 1
Reminder of the original post that I would write TWO fics per character that’s Christmas themed and this does not affect ordinary requests and you can still request non Christmas themed fics as well.
Characters:
Eddie Munson
Sam Wilson
Bucky barnes
Thor
Loki
Bruce banner
Hannibal
Patrick Jane
Geralt of rivia
Olivia benson
Aaron Hotchner
Rafael barba
Otto Octavius
#marvel imagine#the witcher imagine#eddie munson x reader#hannibal x reader#patrick jane x reader#sam wilson x reader#bucky barnes x reader#geralt of rivia x reader#rafael barba x reader#olivia benson x reader#aaron hotchner x reader smut#otto octavius x reader#bruce banner imagine
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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 :')
#x reader#reader insert#smut#ao3#ao3 writer#doc ock#doctor otto octavious#spiderman#otto octavius#doctor otto octavius#spiderman smut#tentacles#tentacle smut#harry osborn
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Nex-thegrimreaper’s—— Kinktober————✭—-
1st week: Hobie makes love to you to his ramones vinyl because you decided to wear his t-shirt
Week 2: The winter soldier, need i say more? your a target of hydra, when Bucky sees that you haven’t left your apartment for a while he takes an opportunity, he catches you at a “bad” time
Week 3: Stepdad! Spider man noir comforts you after a long day, mother almost catches you
week 4: Robotics Teacher! Otto Octavius, you’ve been making dirty jokes to the newly wifeless man, he fucks you on his whiteboard like you deserve.
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if I’m gonna have permanent bruises on my knees anyway… can they at least be from kneeling to blow Joel Miller
#joel miller#dark!joel miller#joel miller smut#this also applies to the following…#joseph lawrence#commander lawrence#izzy hands#daryl dixon#rick grimes#autism or as I like to call it permanently bruised with no fucking clue why disease#oberyn martell#agent whiskey#otto octavius#doc ock#every asshole Hugh Grant has ever played#tony stark#brock rumlow#soldier boy
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I wanted to try and get back into writing so if anyone has any alfred molina character fic ideas please let me know.
#fanfiction#alfred molina#doc ock#otto octavius#fanfic#maxim horvath#andres galan#alfred molina characters#smut#fluff
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doc ock x fic prompt : “I fucking hate you” (maybe enemies to lovers?)
Oh yesss, Otto. This got out of hand once again but when does it not ahahahah oops. Anyways here we go:
Distractions (Otto Octavius x reader)
Word count: 2167
Rating: M
Summary: you distract Otto during one of his heists, you got more than you asked for.
You had been at it for hours now, fighting the same man you’d fought ten times in the last week. First at the bank, which he managed to rob. Then at some clock tower. And now in your best friends appartement. You were just hanging out with Harry when he showed up again. You knew about Otto Octavius’ work before the accident, now everyone knew. You hadn’t expected him to show up at Harry’s place at this hour though.
When Doc Ock arrived at Harry’s place, you hid, not wanting to cause a scene after all the fights you’d had before. But when he pushed Harry aside to grab the tritium and turned around to leave, he must have caught a glimpse of you. You could see him smirk before the actuators made a move. Shooting out into your hiding place to grab you.
Luckily you always had your suit with you, and right when Ock had entered the building you had put it on, just in case.
Your intuition was right.
You duck before the actuators have the chance to close around you. Harry protests at Otto, but he was no watch for either of you, so you ignore him.
‘Can’t just let your little project go, can you now?’ you ask him, jumping on top of a beam overhead.
‘Don’t pretend like you aren’t happy to see me, darling.’ He grins, you return the smirk.
All your meetings had gone like this. And who could blame you when the villain was looking like that. The tension between you two was clear in the air.
‘Bet you just wanted to me again, that’s why you didn’t do all your raids in one go, is that right?’ you retort. He grins and makes a lash at you, you pushed just the right buttons. You want to take him away from the Osborn mansion, not willing to risk Harrys life if one of your flirts hit a wrong button.
You shoot a web and jump outside. The cool air brushing through your suit. The lights from the streets and nightlife below illuminating your figures as you swing away through the city, Otto not far behind you. You can hear the crashing of bricks every time he jumps from building to building. You take a glance back, looking at your pursuer who seems to be slowing down and getting further and further away from you as you swing on.
You drop down onto a rooftop, waiting for him to catch up. Honestly, you wanted him to catch you. Or at least, wanted him not to lose you. As strange as it may be, you loved the interactions you had.
At last Doc Ock dropped down onto the rooftop too, completely out of breath. His breath heaving and his hands on his knees. You could have easily swung away, get to safe grounds, but you were too drawn to him to leave.
‘Hey old man, what’s this?’ you say moving closer, but just out of reach for the actuators.
‘Hey I’ve been working all week with minimum sleep, besides it is goddamned warm with al the metal welding going on in there.’ He says, looking up at you over his glasses.
‘Oh, so that is why the city is getting so warm. Or is it just your presence.’ You say with a wink, pretending to wipe some sweat of your brow.
The tight spandex suit you wore was practical but left little to the imagination. The material clinging tightly to your corves showing off the merchandize. When you see the Doc take a minute to catch his breath, not able to make a retort yet, you take it as an opportunity to distract him. You open the zipper on the front of your suit a bit, just enough so your breasts are barely showing. You fan your self pretending it was warm, but you both knew it was nearly freezing outside.
‘You’re doing that on purpose.’
‘Doing what on purpose?’
‘That…’ he fumbles for words, one hand leaving his knee to gesture in your general direction. No sentence forms and he puts his hand back on his knees, genuinely exhausted. ‘It’s almost freezing out here.’ He says
‘Maybe all the hotness is coming from you then.’ He says with a wink. He stands up with a sigh.
‘I fucking hate you.’ He spats.
‘Do you? The way your eyes are wandering tells me otherwise.’ You retort and his eyes snap back up to meet your grinning face. He hadn’t even noticed his eyes wandering. It could have been the actuators controlling him, but damn that suit did look good on you.
You got him right where you want him.
His face slightly red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. His patience was down to zero after your jabs, flirty remarks and the fight. Unbeknownst to you he was also riled up from the times you and him made contact during the fights. He was surprised someone so soft and small in comparison to him had so much power, and it only drew him in further.
He growls at your responds and lunges forward, this time giving you no time to jump away from the actuators. They push you back quickly until your back crashes against the air vent system on the roof. You let out a shriek at the contact, the metal cold against your back making you arch forward just as Otto came to stand in front of you.
‘So excited already? You could have just dropped by if you wanted me so bad.’ He smirks. You press your lips to his to shut him up. He isn’t surprised when you do, immediately returning the kiss with just as much passion. The both of you knew that this was secretly what both of you had been aiming at last week. You grab his brown trench coat to pull him closer, his glasses gracing your cheeks as he kisses you like a starved man.
His hand almost immediately moves to kneed your breast. You just know your plan worked. He quickly pulls the zipper down further, so the front falls open and hangs loosely on your shoulders. You shrug of both of his coats before he steps back, taking in the sight. Your chest heaving, nipples erect in the cold air of the night. You mind was completely fogged over.
‘Please.’ Is all you can say, and it makes him chuckle.
‘Where has that confidence gone, darling? Or was that just show.’ He says stepping back in front of you and brushing some hair behind your ear.
‘We’re on the top of a flat in the middle of the night and I’m half naked already. Just fuck me.’ You shoot back. He growls again and kisses you, once again pushing you back against the vents. Your hand shoots down to cup his clothed erection. His mouth opens and you take the chance to push your tongue in, brushing against his in a rough manner. You feel the actuators remove the rest of your suit and his clothing in a surprisingly gentle manner. When his pants are removed you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping up and down in a slow and teasing manner.
You give a yelp when he moves to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your hands move from his cock to his shoulders for leverage, scratching his skin so red marks appear. He bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder when he guides his cock into you, feeling your juices already dripping down your thigh and immediately engulfing his member, lube-ing it up in the process. Some of it actually drips down onto his fingers.
He moves his head back once he is fully inside you so you can adjust to him. you whine when he slowly moves one of his now wet fingers into his mouth to lick it clean.
‘So sweet, all for me…’ then he pushes his other two wet fingers in your mouth. ‘Suck.’ He demands. You don’t need to be told twice, obeying instantly. You feel his cock twitch inside you at your movements, so you decide to keep going, pretending his fingers are actually his dick.
He grunts at your actions and starts moving, one of his hands holding you up. His thrusts are deep and quick, not that you had expected him to fuck any other way. He was holding you there like you were his personal fuck toy, drooling around his fingers while he was pounding away. Your vision quickly becomes blurry, his brutal pace pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust.
‘Touch yourself.’ He says. His eyes meeting yours. The actuators had removed his glassed and you stare into his brown, lust filled eyes. Your face heats up in embarrassment when one of your hands reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit, adding to the pleasure.
‘Fuck, Otto, its too much.’ You say feeling incredible please move through your body and your orgasm approaching at an incredible speed and size.
‘It’s alright,’ he says reassuringly ‘let go for me.’. And that was all the persuasion you needed. You allow the coil in your belly to snap, waves of pleasure crashing though your body. You back arches and your head falls back against the vent, your toes curling in pleasure. He rides out your orgasm and pulls out of you before he finishes. He takes his cock in his own hands and gives it slow strokes until you have recovered from your high. The he gives your shoulders a gentle push so you are on your knees inn front of him.
He doesn’t say anything. When you glance up at his he stares back at you expectantly, and you are more than willing to oblige. One of your hands moves to steady yourself on his upper leg. You replace his hand with yours, fingers wrapping around his shaft and keeping the slow pace he had set at first. When you hear him start panting from holding back, just when he was about to protest you wrap your lips around his tip, knocking the breath out of him. Otto lunges forward to plant his hand above your head on the vent, his other hand moving down to thread through your hair.
You hum at the contact, and he lets you set your own pace for a while. Then his grip on your head tightens and he takes control of your movements. You fight your gag reflex when he hits the back of your throat, tears in your eyes. Your eyes meet his, he is looking down at you, pupil dilated. The moan you let out around his cock pushes him over the edge. He stills your head, his cock buried deep in you when he cums. The warm fluids drip down your throat and you struggle to swallow. Then he lets go of you, and you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath for a minute and then the actuators pull you to your feet. You expect him to just dress up and leave, but instead the actuators drape his brown trench coat around your shoulders to keep you warm. His forehead resting against yours in an intimate moment of reflection.
‘Run away with me.’ He speaks, breaking the silence. You open your eyes to look at him.
‘What?’
‘I’m a wanted man… I can’t stay here… but we could go somewhere else, somewhere remote, and I could keep working on my stuff and you could be by my side.’ He says, big eyes showing his sincereness and hope. You give a sad chuckle.
‘Otto, you know I can’t just leave.’ You say, part of you willing to just leave everything behind this very second, but another part of you saying it would be wrong. You look away, not wanting him to know how much it affected you that he had to leave. Then in a second he is gone. You look around but with your blurry vision there is no way you could spot him in the dark of night.
You hug the coat tighter around your shoulders, smelling Otto’s cologne linger on the fabric he had left you with. You stay for a moment looking up at the night sky, enjoying a moment alone to gather your thoughts and process what had just happened. As you were about to walk down the stairs on the side of the building you feel something in the pocket on the left side of the coat.
You pull it out to look at it, tilting it so the lights from the street hit the surface.
‘If you change your mind.’ It simply reads, underneath it a remote address. Maybe when Otto starts staling again for his project you could check the place out. Someone had to try to stop him, and who better to distract him than you.
#doc ock x reader#doc ock x you#doc ock smut#otto octavius x you#otto octavius x reader#alfred molina
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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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