#alfred molina fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINOTS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @illiana-mystery

prompt from @knivesofdaudwill

prompt: height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes

tags: @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @verysmolnerd, @fangsandroses, @ghostlypie

there was a tapping at my window that made me walk over and throw it open. Not seeing anything, I stuck my head out only to be greeted by the sight of Otto hanging onto the fire escape.

“oh! Hello!” I said with a smile. Otto returned the smile before I pulled back to let him into my apartment.

”hello sunshine.” Otto said as he climbed in. The actuators whirled behind him. Flo came near me and I ran my hand over the claw in greeting. Harry and Larry curled slightly into my rug as they gained purchase on the floor. Otto raised up slightly and I tilted my head back to look at him. “Surprised?”

“a little.” I admitted with a laugh. “Why did you use my fire escape?” Otto shrugged with a smile.

“I think your neighbor is onto me.” Otto admitted. I stood on my tippy toes and Otto got the hint to lean down. I wrapped my arms around his neck as moe wrapped around my waist to help me reach Otto as we kissed.

“so the fire escape seemed like a better idea than just coming out and admitting you were doc ock?” I laughed, pulling away slightly and playing with Otto’s hair. He blushed and shrugged again.

“maybe.” He admitted. I laughed as moe gently put me back on the ground.

“you know for a genius scientist you are awful stupid sometimes.” I said as I sat down on my couch. Otto followed and he blushed a deeper red. “But you’re my stupid genius scientist.” Burying his head in my neck, Otto smiled softly.

“next time I’ll come in through the front door.” Otto promised. I leaned my head against his and kissed his hair.

“do whatever you want Otto. The fire escape was kind of romantic.” I said with a smile.

“ok.” Otto responded, flo and moe wrapping around me to lay in my lap.

[movieexpert1978]

Crescendo - Chapter 3 - movieexpert1978 - Matador (TV 2014) [Archive of Our Own]

Finally updated this. I'm really sorry it's been this long. I didn't realize I hadn't posted since literally last year and when I saw that I felt like an ass. Anyway, this is a really dark chapter with elements of non-con and domestic abuse.

@primroseprime2019 @illiana-mystery @curbitkirby. Just tagging a few people that have been supportive with my Molina fics. If you want to be tagged please let me know.

[itsthatbaddadbod]

I think I deserve a little treat bc I just wrote fanfic on a flight. Thank you.

[plush4bunny]

"A hand on your waist when he passes, a hand on your shoulder as he leans to see better the information on your computer, his body teasing your own as he comes close to your back to help you take down a heavy binder."

- scenes from @chrism02’s Det. Ricardo Morales x reader fanfic called “Under the gun”

link below to nsfw scenes inspired by the said fanfic (no minors, i’m begging you 🔞🔞🔞)

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[delicatepurity]

Now what if I told you I wrote my first fic for Halloween…. Because I did!!

Sorry if it’s bad… I just really wanna get my work out so criticism is appreciated!

Anyways here’s a Halloween fic with Doc Ock!

Halloween Angel

~ Fem!reader, suggestive language, creeper hitting on reader >:(, reader has shitty friends, drunk reader..

The endless sea of toxic alcoholic fumes and half naked bodies drowned you as a terrifying realization yanked you by the back of your hair. Oh wait, that was some girl who was dancing. But you did realize, your friends ditched you. There you stood, trying to keep your balance as the beat of the song rumbled the floor like an earthquake. You came with a group of friends, and none of them were to be seen. You reached a point of carelessness as you pushed aside people to reach the exit. Like a light at the end of the very long tunnel. The gateways of heaven inching closer to you the more you fought the half naked bodies clashing against each other.

Like a suction cup releasing a loud pop! You were set free. Now the chilly garbage winds of New York curled around your body. The smell of gas has never been more comforting. You decided it was futile to even try and look for them further. You knew they weren't at the club, and there was no chance in hell that you would wander through mysterious streets you didn't know on halloween night. So you carried on from the direction you came, and tried your hardest to remember your way home.

You weren't drunk drunk, just a bit tipsy. That's all! But you definitely weren't drunk enough to forget all that has happened today. The constant back handed comments like “You know my costume wouldn't look good on you!” or some other bullshit. And how you couldn't forget that they all had matching costumes. And you were left out. You guessed it was the age old tale of, “you weren't added to the group chat sweetie!” Man you needed some new friends. You seethed in frustration as you continued down the sidewalk. Faint music slowly disappeared as your thoughts muffled it further. And thankfully you were too consumed in frustration to not notice the side glances and whistles from across the street.

The graze of this man's shoulder against yours could have made you hurl all the contents in your stomach.

“Watch out!” He snarled. But you continued on, trying your hardest to make it home as quickly as possible. Yet this man just would not stop.

“Hey, trying to ignore me?” You rolled your eyes and clutched your purse as he caught up to you.

“C’mon sweetheart. Be a nice little angel and-” His voice was cut off by a thud. You both looked over to the dim eerie alley way. Like a flaming ball in the night sky a flashing red light appeared in the darkness. Another lit up, and soon 4 scarlet red orbs were gunning the both of you down.

Metal whirring revealed a glistening claw extending from the alley. It inched closer to his face, reaching the tip of his sweating nose. A giant man stepped out from the darkness, like a demon rising out of the ashes. The man's presence alone scared off the other. He ran off to the other side of the street, squealing like a pig as he scurried along. You leaned back to look at your savior in all of his glory. His head nodded down to you, his ruffled mane curled a bit over his dark frames. His aura was familiar, like it gave you a heightened sense. But you just couldn't find the answer. And in a burst of confidence you blurted out,

“Nice costume.”

A look of confusion washed over Doc's face. He saw it all go down and immediately began gambling options on how to handle him. Too bad he ran before he could act. And although the idea of you not running or screaming was surprising enough, but now you made it clear that you didn't know it was him. But he also knew that by the way you were walking that you were intoxicated. He contemplated for a moment. Would him making it apparent of his identity skew her view on him? Should he just say something, or go along with it? He decided the latter was the best option. He didn't need any more attention drawn to him tonight.

“Thank you sweetheart. Yours is exceptional.” He responded, scanning your body up and down. Your face heated up at the compliment. And that decadent pet name could have made you swoon.

“Thank you. And what are those?” You asked, pointing at the actuator that still held its place in the air.

“They’re uh, puppets. If you will..” The bead of sweat rolled over his eyebrow as he cringed at how blatant his lying was. And what was more astonishing was how you believed every word he said. Swallowing the sugary spoonfuls of lies he fed you so graciously. You hummed and smiled at him.

“Super cool! Mine isn’t as good.” You said looking down at the pearly white heels you wore. You sported a flowy white dress, wings strapped to your back, and a halo headband to emulate an angel. And despite the fact that not only was it a simple costume, there should be at least 20 other women in a 5 mile radius with the exact same thing on. Hell, you even ran into one at the club. But nevertheless you could tell he was still looking you over, even if he had those dark menacing shades on.

“I'm so sorry! I haven't thanked you for, uh, saving me.” He only nodded in response. You both stood there, awkwardly taking in the silence of the street.

“Would you like to walk with me?” You asked. Now normally you would have thanked the scary man and quickly run home, but you weren't thinking straight and if you were being 100% honest with yourself, this man was terrifyingly attractive. Well at least the parts you could make out since it was dark out. And he just did a nice service for you so, how bad could he be?

How funny is it when your keys don't work? When you just can't find the correct one that fits into the slot. It is insanely funny, because you are laughing harder and harder as you stumble with your gigantic collection of keys and keychains. Even he’s laughing at how ridiculous you’re being. Man that alcohol was getting to you. Finally one goes into the lock and you open your door with a wide swing. You lead him into your house without a lick of hesitancy. And as nonchalant as you were about it, he was radiating with anxiety. The fact that you didn't know you were bringing a well known criminal into your house was scary, even for him.

“Welcome home!” You exclaimed, tossing your purse onto the kitchen counter.

“Nice place.” He said, sitting down on the couch. You replied with a sweet “thank you!” and looked at him. You two had a nice conversation as you walked together, but over time it became so freeing that you had no issue taking him inside. Not that you two would do anything!..

“I'm curious. Do you normally bring strangers home?” He asked with a sly smirk. One that made you laugh a bit nervously.

“I did bring you in here didn't I..”

“Yes, you did.” Silence hit the both of you again as now you were swimming in waves of consciousness and ignorance to it all.

“Well you seemed nice. If you were going to hurt me you would've done so sooner.” You said in response. He accepted your answer and crossed his legs, leaning back into the soft cushion with a huff.

“Do you want something to eat?” You asked, feeling a bit hungry. He nodded and watched as you disappeared into the kitchen. Your wired halo bouncing as you scurried along. He made sure to keep the actuators relaxed and low to the floor so as to not be suspicious. But their constant nagging and questions almost made him implode. He studied your living room, looking at all the cheap halloween decor you had. He found it humorous that you decorated a small NY apartment for seemingly no one but yourself. Or at least that's what he assumed since you hadn’t mentioned any roommate, and you certainly weren't having a party or you wouldn't have been at that club. He heard a slam come from the kitchen and the sound of a microwave.

“I'm making popcorn, is that ok?” You asked, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“That's alright with me.” He replied plainly. His husky voice seemed to linger in the air like a spirit haunting you. Suddenly your mind became very cluttered. More cluttered than usual. The room felt a bit humid, you could even feel the ends of your hair frizzing up. Playing with the cheap press ons you had and relishing in the sound of the cry glue cracking just to keep you preoccupied. And his gaze was undeniably dense. His presence alone took up the room, now you even thought you could smell him. Sizzling butter, how strange?

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He broke you out of your trance.

“No! It’s quiet in here isn't it? I should play something on the tv.” You swiftly grasped at the remote and switched on the tv to some mindless channel.

“Some friends you have, huh.” You turned to him holding a picture frame that laid against the small coffee table you had beside the sofa.

“I mean they’re good. Sometimes.” You admitted. You had already explained to him the events that night and he was pleasantly understanding.

“Why do you hang around them? Surely you deserve better.” He placed the picture down and gave it a disgusted look. Almost like the picture frame itself was foul and tainted.

“Well they showed me the ropes around NYC when I first moved here. I couldn't just ditch them after that. Besides, you can be my friend now.” I smiled at him. He cocked his head in amusement and gave a small, almost unnoticeable, nod.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

You jumped as the alarm to the microwave went off, signaling the popcorn was finished. You couldn't form a coherent reply so you stood and ran to get the food. Your face felt as heated as the piping hot bag you plucked from the microwave. Opening it up and feeling the smoking heat blow onto you and inhaling that buttery popcorn was refreshing. You pour it into a bowl and return back to the couch.

“Here! Would you want to watch a movie?” You asked switching the channels to find the station that played classic halloween movies. He reached in the bowl and snagged a couple kernels. You noticed his sleeve being a bit tattered. You actually noticed a couple things about his costume. How insanely real it was, his clothes being dirtied from nature and not forced makeup. His costume resembled more casual clothes. Like items picked from the back of a closet. And his shining metallic puppets, the warmth of the sunset tinted lamp reflected off of them. Giving them a halo glow. You almost noticed how your costume was an actual costume, and his wasn't.

“Staring an awful lot isn’t going to get you anywhere.” He said.

“Uhm. May I ask, who are you supposed to be dressed as?” He sat in silence, his boot tapping on the floor bouncing his leg continued, and he stared straight ahead, not sparing you a passing glance.

“Think a comic book character.”

“Ohhh! That makes sense!” You exclaimed. No wonder you were so confused! Silly you being anxious and worrying, he's just a huge nerd! You relaxed back into the couch, enjoying the slasher film on screen. You reminisced for a second on your childhood. How you used to like comics but they were long gone and replaced by Japanese manga and romance books. You almost wondered what happened to those comics of yours.

“And you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Oh cmon, you know what I am.” Undeniably you were an angel, you felt a bit confused as to why he had asked. But you brushed it off as just his nature. How he always seemed to make a sly comment at you or a joke you had no rebuttal to.

Your breath hitched as his knee bumped against yours. You never even noticed how he slowly inched his way closer to you on the couch. And now that you noticed the proximity between you, you felt nervous again.

“Such a sweet thing, you. An angel represents how kind and naive you are.” His gloved hand ran through strands of your hair and twirled it around his finger. You could feel the goosebumps litter through your body as you tried to respond to him. He just had this power to shut you down and turn your brain to mush. Mush that he could toy with like putty.

“I.. Your costume is cool too.” God you were awkward. And how you hated when he laughed at that. You couldn't tell if it was out of pity, or mocking. Either way you wanted to disappear into dust and fall between the crevices of the couch. The very same plush couch that indented as he leaned in closer to you. His fingers slid along your back, tickling your baby hairs that rested on your neck, and placed his hand on your shoulder. Giving it a soft squeeze that paralyzed your entire being.

“You shouldn't drink so much alone, little angel. And you most certainly shouldn't bring men home. Men you do not know.” His words were stern, like bricks pummeling down onto you. And in a common situation you would already know this. But your now slightly drunken state just has you giggle.

“Im sorry sir. I should have asked for your name.” You said. At the word sir he stiffened and dropped the smirk.

“You wanna play games?” You laughed at that. Turning your head to hide away your flushed face. He hummed and reclined into the seat.

Admiring him was an understatement. It was more like ogling but, you weren't a slime. It’s just that his appearance made you drool. Sure his costume was a bit questionable, his overall ambiance was breathtakingly ravishing. And you were most certain that the alcohol was carrying you tonight because without it you'd be a fumbling mess. After placing the bowl down you slightly leaned closer to him now, bringing your finger to his bare chest. He jolted at the contact, now it felt as if you were in control. The lion tamer trying to get a trick out of its pet.

“So, what do you do for work?” You asked, slowly raking your finger up his plush stomach. He even had a metal corset on him, fashionable!

He grunted, “A scientist.”

“Ooo, in what?” You cooed. Now placing your palm on his sizzling skin.

“Nuclear physics.” His voice wavered, your hand coursing him to give in more than he already has. He knew he should've left when you suggested you walk together. He knew he should’ve rejected the idea of him going into your home. But you were too addicting, and it was all becoming too much for him.

You peered up at him, the alcohol and butter radiating off of you. His hand drew up to your chin, holding it in place ever so gently. The room felt like gravity ceased to exist and that time held no value. His face was inches from yours, the tips of your noses faintly pressed together.

“I think it's time you go to bed, little angel.” The room felt heavy once more and every single thing came crashing down.

“What?” He let go of your chin and stood up, almost knocking you back into the couch.

“I have to head home.” He said already heading towards the door.

“No! Wait!” You snagged his arm, tugging at the thick leather sleeve.

“When will I see you again?” Your vision was almost fuzzy, contorting his silhouette into that of a dark figure lurking in places it doesn't belong in.

“Check the channels.” He responded and opened the door. You looked back at the tv, a scene of a girl's intestines splatting onto the camera played.

“But..” The click of the door signaled his departure. Now your living room was full of the perfume that clung onto your dress. And he disappeared so quickly, like he was sure of himself. And little did you know that he was fighting every thought that told him to go back to you-To his angel.

[illiana-mystery]

Here's a little something for my mutual @fabuloussisterofsin. Happy Reading!

Cycle of Care

Plot: After another long day in the OBGYN unit of Chelsea General Hospital (he's a gynecologist in this fic), Harding arrives home expecting his usual greeting from his beloved girlfriend and the smell of dinner welcoming him in. However, tonight, he receives neither usual welcoming gestures. Confused, he goes upstairs to investigate to find his dear love sick and weak in their bathroom. So he takes it upon himself to take care of her and make her feel better after her own long day of battling the first bout of her period.

⚠️ This is an 18+ fic with mild NSFW content. Minors do not engage. 🔞 Thank you. 🙂

Taglist: @goodoldcharley , @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @braindead94, @curbitkirby, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

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“Honey, I'm home,” the older man called from the front corridor as he put his briefcase to the side and hung his coats on the rack nearby.

He waited for your normal response, but to his surprise, it was silent.

He scratched his head in confusion, realizing that you were nowhere in sight.

Swiftly after, he noted that the lights were off in the kitchen and the living room.

That was even more peculiar.

You were always in one of those two rooms when he got home. And you always greeted him after work, especially on long nights like this.

And it was a very, long night.

He made you aware of that, as well as his growing annoyance with all of his fellow OBGYN's at Chelsea General Hospital at the time.

It worried you.

But you did your best to calm him down via text.

You kept sending him videos of apex predators being strong and steadfast in the wild. That, in turn, gave him the confidence and energy he needed to get through the rest of his hellish shift.

So he expected you to welcome him with big, open arms and a nice dinner as soon as he made it back home.

But nothing.

Still, he made his way upstairs to see if you were there. It didn't seem like the house was disturbed in any way and your car was parked outside.

So you had to be upstairs, right?

His inquiry was soon answered as he took his last step up to the top floor. In an instant, he heard you loudly throwing up in your shared master bathroom before the toilet loudly flushed after.

Harding was puzzled. He wondered if you were sick or if it was your monthly gift.

It made more sense that you were just sick, since you never threw up during your cycles.

But then again, you had started a new birth control he prescribed for you, so maybe that was the culprit.

Calmly, he walked into your shared room and then pried the bathroom door open to find you curled over the toilet still hurling into the bowl.

You had been in that same position for longer than 5 minutes and although you felt like you threw up all the remnants of your stomach lining, you still felt the urge to vomit more. So you didn't leave that spot.

However, your eyes did move over to your boyfriend. You felt horrible seeing how concerned he looked.

You could just tell his heart was aching from seeing you in such distress. It was clear as day in his dark eyes.

“Honey, are you okay?” he asked, before you threw up again.

“Hardy,” you started after you picked your head back up. “Babe, I'm fine. I promise. Just some menstrual sickness. I'll be okay.”

“You never have to vomit,” Harding swiftly replied. “This has to be a side effect of the new birth control I put you on.”

“Oh, right,” you responded. “Well, it'll pass. I trust your judgment. I like this birth control so far. If this is the only side effect, well that's fine with me.”

“Right,” he groaned. “How long have you been at the toilet like this?”

“About five minutes,” you admitted. “My period started this afternoon and you know how bad my cramps are. So I was resting, although this new birth control seems to make my cramps not as bad. Anyway, I guess I overslept and didn't have time to cook your dinner. I'm sorry, babe.”

“That's alright. I can warm some leftovers. That doesn't matter right now. What matters is you. Your dysmenorrhea is my main concern right now,” he clarified. “Is it just your normal cramps and this little side effect that's been bothering you today? Is that it?”

“Yes, I promise, Hardy. You don't need to worry about me. I'm okay.”

He wiped his brow in relief.

“Okay, good. I'm glad these new pills are helping your cramps a little, but I hope you won't be throwing up like this frequently. I guess we have to see throughout your cycle what happens,” he started. “But looks like you're done for now, so leftovers will have to wait. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

“We don't have to eat leftovers, Hardy,” you assured him. “That Thai street food place is still open til midnight. Just call it in. I'll get my usual.”

“Okay, but after we shower,” he specified.

“Aye, aye captain,” you teased.

He chuckled, before walking over to you and giving you his hand. You took it and he helped you back on your feet.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” he said back, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. You blushed, before he bent down lower and gave you another kiss on your neck.

“Hardy,” you cooed. “What are you doing?”

“Just because I can't kiss your lips right now, doesn't mean I don't want to kiss you at all,” he explained, as his hands moved to your clothes.

Gingerly, he took your tank top off before swiping your shorts and panties off too.

And when he glanced at your bare body, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

Sure, he had seen you naked plenty of times, but your natural curves and soft skin always made him go mad.

You were just so beautiful to him. It made him go crazy every time.

“Damn. You take my breath away every time I see your bare skin.”

You giggled, before blushing.

“Oh, you,” you chirped. “Now it's my turn.”

He snickered, before you moved forward and removed his bowtie. Once discarded, you began to unbutton his crisp work shirt and quickly threw it to the side to expose his peak form you loved so much.

Oh his titties and little paunch looked so nice under the bathroom lighting. And his little tufts of chest hair really were a nice garnish to his natural look.

But you had to see him bare like you were.

It wasn't enough to just see his glorious chest.

You wanted to bask in him, even if you couldn't have sex like you wanted to right now.

“Still admiring me?” he asked, thick eyebrow cocked up.

“When am I not? You're so damn handsome.”

He blushed before asking in a cocky tone,

“Are you gonna take off my trousers and boxers? Or will I have to while you watch?”

“I'm capable of taking off the rest of your clothes and admiring you at the same time,” you huffed as you began to take his pants off.

He just laughed, but loved the look on your face when you saw his unclothed, resting cock.

Well, it was half mast, but still a sight to behold to you.

It still amazed you how nice his cock was and how much his girth made up for his average length.

He had a nice, thick penis and he knew how to use it. And you were ever so grateful, especially on nights like these where he wanted to fuck his stress away.

You were so tempted to at least touch it, just to give him some sexual satisfaction. But to your surprise, he smacked your hand away.

“Oww, what was that for?”

“I don't need you to do that for me. I'm fine. Now let's get in the shower. Tonight, I'm taking care of you. Sex can wait until your cycle is over…that means any and all sexual activity.”

“Yes, Hardy,” you groaned before you followed him into the shower after he started the water.

After manureving to stand in front of your big and tall boyfriend, you sighed in relief as the gentle caress of warm water coated your aching body.

Harding always knew the right setting to put the shower spray on and tonight was no different. It felt like the soft pour of rain deep within the Amazon, and it was heaven to you.

He took notice of your euphoria, smiling at the sight of your content.

Your smile and the way your face would turn red at the slightest compliment or touch always warmed his heart.

He never liked to see you down or hurt or sick, so seeing this change in demeanor really helped him calm his worry for the moment.

“Relaxed?” he softly asked.

You nodded, running your hand through your now damp hair.

He lightly chuckled, before suddenly asking,

“Are your breasts tender?”

“A little,” you replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I forgot to earlier,” he clarified. “Allow me to help with that.”

You giggled, before the blush on your face exposed how excited you were for him to touch and massage your breasts.

Because you knew he wasn’t JUST gonna massage your breasts.

And you were proven right, yet again when you felt his soft belly against your back.

You mewed, before he bent down and began to track his lips down your jaw and into your neck. His gentle kisses made you feel all warm inside, before he finally moved his hands over to your bosom.

Gingerly, he rubbed the tips of his index and ring fingers on both hands against your nipples, moving them in a circular motion.

You bit your lip, trying not to scream at how good it felt. Harding was more than aware of how sensitive your nipples were, being your gynecologist first and all.

The memory of you moaning audibly when he gave you your breast exam during your first appointment with him still made both of you giggle.

“Still so sensitive,” he whispered against your shoulder he was now kissing. “Just like the first time I touched you there.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. “Your fingers and hands just feel so good.”

He chuckled.

“That's what made me fall in love with you,” he admitted.

“Really? You never told me that.”

“I guess I never wanted to admit it. But we've been together for a year now so might as well be honest. I never thought I would fall in love so quickly after my wife died. But then you came into my office, you beautiful ray of sunshine. My angel, sent to me from above. Your smile, your laugh, your timid voice, it all just sent my soul ablaze. I'm just glad you gave an old man like me a chance.”

“Oh, Hardy. I love you,” you hummed. “And I don't care that you're older than me. You know I like older men. You've been a heaven sent to me too. You're the best gynecologist and boyfriend a girl could ever hope to have. And between you and me, I've never had orgasms as good as you give me.”

He snickered before blushing himself.

“Thank you kindly, angel. I love you too,” he assured you with a quick kiss to your cheek.

His hands moved up to your soft flesh after, and gently he knead your boobs between his strong and sturdy hands.

You moaned loudly as he did so, leaning more into his belly as his massage became a little firmer.

“Still feels good, angel?”

“Yes, yes, Hardy. Please don't stop.”

“I’ll keep going for a little longer. But I have to address your cramps soon too,” he explained. “Looks like you don't have any lumps though. That's good.”

You laughed.

“It's not a breast exam, Hardy. You're always on, I swear.”

“Nothing wrong with checking on your breast health while I’m making you feel good,” he remarked.

“I guess you got me there,” you relented, before he slowly removed his hands from your breasts. “Thank you, Hardy. That felt so good.”

“You're welcome, angel,” he quickly replied before he took the handheld shower head off of its stand and angled it at your stomach and midsection.

“What are you doing?” you asked, annoyed that the water wasn't falling down on you anymore.

“Handling your cramps,” he swiftly said, before his thumb pushed the nob down and made the water spray out a little heavier and a bit faster against that skin.

“Ooh, okay. That feels really good,” you moaned, making Harding give you another cheek kiss.

“I know, love. I'm just gonna run this over your abdomen and midsection for a couple of minutes. Let me know if I need to change the speed or the temperature.”

“Okay,” you cooed.

He only snickered in response, keeping the shower head in his left hand while his right hand held your waist steady.

His hand holding your waist also moved in circles, gingerly tickling your skin there. It made you giggle and he gave you a sweet neck kiss after.

“Okay, you want me to run the water on your tummy a little longer? Or are you ready for me to wash your hair and body?”

“I'm ready for you to wash me,” you replied. “I miss more of your touch.”

He snickered in your ear.

“I'll wash your hair first,” he whispered, after he put the shower head back on its stand. “I want to take my time washing your beautiful body and praising it like I want to.”

“Okay…daddy…”

“What did you call me?” he asked, his voice oozing with intrigue.

“You heard me…daddy.”

He sinisterly snickered before pulling you closer to his paunch again.

“I'm gonna tear you up in 5 days,” he warned with a kiss to your ear and jaw. “But until then, I'm gonna make you squirm and beg for Wednesday night to come.”

“Oh, daddy,” you whimpered, as his teeth grazed your sensitive spot on your neck. He nibbled down, making you jolt a bit before you moaned in ecstasy.

“Sexy temptress,” he moaned, before he moved his head and hands from you.

You whined, but turned your head to see him gathering your shampoo in one hand as his other hand pushed down the pump.

“I'm coming,” he said when he saw you looking his way. “Be patient, little grasshopper.”

You giggled.

“Okay,” you playfully moaned before you felt his shampoo slathered palms moving around your scalp and hair.

His firm, big hands always felt so nice moving the shampoo around.

It was the most pleasant head massage.

“Rinse,” he instructed you before you ran your head right under the shower again and let the shampoo run down your skin and down the drain.

As you were doing that, Harding gathered some conditioner the same way as the shampoo.

You both met halfway again after and soon he was working the conditioner into your hair.

He was even more thorough, knowing that your conditioner of choice made your hair even more smooth and silky than it naturally was.

Because he loved touching and admiring your hair. It was one of his favorite ways to show affection to you other than the neck kisses and bites he always gave you.

“Okay. I'll let that sit while I wash you off,” he told you. “Would you like me to bathe you with your lavender wash or cucumber melon wash?”

“Lavender, please,” you answered.

“Your wish is my command, angel,” he replied, before he put some of the liquid on your favorite purple loofah.

He started moving the loofah against your back, making sure to make his fingers slip from the material so it could graze your back.

You whined at the teasing touch, so he began to kiss every area his fingers and loofah traced.

And to your delight, he got on his knees to playfully smack your ass before he moved the loofah over and kissed right where he smacked you.

“Oh, daddy. You're so naughty,” you teased to get a reaction out of him.

“I'll definitely be Wednesday,” he promised as he got off his knees.

He turned you around after, fully intending to wash off your breasts first.

He was gentle though especially when he got to your pussy.

And his kisses felt even nicer as he went on while you were facing him.

“Okay, you can rinse again,” he told you after he got back up on his feet again.

“Yes, daddy,” you teased again, as you did as he said.

Once you were done rinsing your body and the conditioner out of your hair, you returned the favor by washing Harding off with his favorite Old Spice gel.

He was practically mewing at your soft touch too, since you let your fingers slip past the loofah like he had. And you gave him many many kisses upon his body as well.

You just had to show him how much you loved him and appreciated his care.

“That was quite a shower,” Harding said after he turned the water off.

“Yeah, it was. But I'm hungry now.”

“Ditto,” he replied. “But let's get dried off and dressed first. Then I'll order dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said back, following him out of the shower.

As expected, Harding insisted on drying your body and hair off before he dried himself off.

Then, of course, he also dressed you in your favorite pajamas once you put some new pads and panties on.

You threw your now dry hair into a bun after, while he got into his own pair of favorite pajamas.

You stared intently, but he didn't notice until he pulled his pajama pants up. Then he chuckled once he noticed.

“Like what you see?”

“Of course, handsome,” you said, reassuring him with a warm hug.

“Angel, you're too kind,” he said, his face turning completely red. “Now let's get you to bed. I'll order our food after.”

“Okay,” you hummed, rubbing your head against his arm.

He chuckled again, kissed your forehead, and then led you back into your room.

Without hesitation, you crawled to your side of the bed and let him tuck you in before he gave you another kiss upon your cheek.

“Take it easy, angel. I'm gonna go back downstairs, order the food, and wait for it while you rest up here.”

“Sounds good to me,” you chirped, before he left you, snickering all the way downstairs.

Luckily, you weren't by yourself in bed for too long. Between Harding ordering the food and him waiting for it, it was about 25 minutes of wait time.

And when he made his way back upstairs, you got really excited because you could hear his loud footsteps.

You smiled as he made his way back into the room. And you noticed that he had a tray with two bowls and two tea cups in his hands.

“Dinner is served,” he announced. “I got us Pad Thai to share, some roti bread, and green tea. I just wanted some tea, but I figured that you could have some too. It does help with cramps.”

“Aww, Hardy…thank you!,” you said as he came over to your side of the bed and placed the tray down by your feet.

Carefully, he gathered the teacup and put it on your nightstand before he handed you your bowl he topped with the roti bread.

You grabbed it and smiled at him, then watched as he moved the tray over to his side to get his bowl and teacup.

And once he got his self straightened out, he got closer to you in the bed.

“You can eat now, angel,” he said after he noticed you hesitating. “You don't have to wait for me.”

“I know. But I wanted to,” you clarified. “Thank you for making my first night of shark week better. You always have a way of picking me back up.”

“Funny, I could say the same,” he said with a hardy chuckle. “You're welcome, though. Guess this night wasn’t a complete bust on my end either.”

You giggled, before you leaned against his arm.

“I love you so much, Hardy. I'm so glad you're off tomorrow so you can take care of me more.”

He laughed.

“I love you more, angel. I'm glad to be off too. Because there's no patient I rather be with and care for than you,” he assured you...

...making you blush even more.

[lost-in-the-forest-again]

Who is ready for a surreal and ✨Spicy✨ chapter of my Dark!Horvath fic??

[lokirulesmidgard]

How I feel when I read a Doc Ock x Reader fanfic. 🥹🥹💚💚

[imperfect-thinker]

Hey so since Twitter is no longer available for me, all my fic updates will be here from now on

If you know @\drottooctiddius on Twitter, that’s me

[overlookedfile]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/Astrid Hofferson, Viggo Grimborn/ Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (implied), Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson (implied) Characters: Viggo Grimborn, Astrid Hofferson, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Additional Tags: Alpha/Omega, Alpha!Astrid, Alpha!Hiccup, Omega!Viggo, Dubious Consent, Fuck Or Die Summary:

He dozed for a while after that, lethargic, almost comfortable, but still too warm for proper sleep. Somewhere in his mind he was aware that he should have been formulating a plan to turn the situation to his advantage, plotting how to convince them to join in his revenge against his former allies, but he couldn't hold onto such complex thoughts long enough to string any of them together. His only coherence lie firmly rooted in the needs of his body, centered on the growing ache to be stretched, filled, knotted. Bred.

~

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery (thanks for the idea), @cassieuncaged, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @verysmolnerd, @ghostlypie

warnings: menstruation, swearing

I woke with a groan. I tried rolling onto my stomach, pressing my hips into the mattress to try to alleviate the pain. I groaned as I was ripped from the last visages of sleep. Otto appeared in the doorway and the actuators moved towards me.

“what wrong?” Otto asked, concern dripping from his voice. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” I groaned. “Just my period trying to kill me.” Otto came over and sat down next to me. Gently brushing away my hair, Otto leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t have anything here for you except for some painkillers.” Otto murmured. I nodded.

“I can go home.” I offered. “Might be better anyway. First day is always the worst.”

“it’s fine.” Otto tried to assure me. “I can go shopping. It’s no big deal. Let me take care of you darling.” I nodded and Otto got up to grab the painkillers for me. I sat up slowly before taking them. Otto helped me lay back down once I was done and kissed me softly.

“still hurts like a son of a bitch.” I groaned as I maneuvered into a slightly more comfortable position.

“I’m sure it does sweetheart.” Otto said, brushing my hair back again. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Otto kissed my head again and stood up. “Love you.”

“love you too.” I said before he left the apartment. I drifted in and out of sleep while waiting for him to come back. Before I knew it, Otto was climbing back into bed with me. The actuators wrapped around me gently as Otto kissed my shoulder. “Hey.”

“hi.” He murmured. “I got pads for you. And a heating pad. The actuators kept giving me suggestions so there’s a lot of candy in there too. And a couple plushies. And a blanket.” Otto listed off. I laughed and went to turn around in his arms with flos help. “And a new travel mug I thought you would like. And some more plushies.” I kissed him and cupped his cheek.

“you’re really sweet you know that Otto?” I asked. Otto blushed. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I snuggled into Otto’s side. He held me and whispered sweet nothings to me as I slowly drifted off again.

[movieexpert1978]

WING AND TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL

Both snippets are from my Andres Galan fic Crescendo

Wing: looked forward to writing

"I suppose so...but I'm going to protect my son," Mark argued back weakly.

"Im sure you are. A coward always defends a coward," Andres mocked. Mark went to charge at him but froze at the sight of Andres' gun pointed right at him. "Get out." Mark bolted as Andres tucked his gun away.

Tail: cozy / fluff

"Andres..." she mumbles softly as she shifts against him. He blinks back to reality. "Aren't you tired?"

"Not really."

"It's nothing. I'm just thinking about things," he shrugs.

"Well stop thinking and go to sleep," she smiles tiredly before laying her head back down on his chest. He kisses the top of her head and does his best to follow her advice.

[braindead94]

Alright, so picture this:

Harding slumps over his desk, browse furrows down as he writes the days events into a HR notebook for later date. You noticed how Pisa’s off he looks, how he mumbles under his breath, his cupid lips moving with hidden words.

You also noticed how there’s much space between his back and his chair he’s sitting, so you sneak up behind him and sit behind him. The snaps him out of his funk and turns to look at you, but you kissed his ear and say “Don’t mind me, I just need something to hold if you don’t mind.” Hooten gives you a smile and returns to his work as you wrap your arms around him.

It proved to be difficult though as your arms and legs, but you didn’t pay any mind to it as you decided to run your hands over his bald head, needing to rub it like a genie bottle and giving him kisses.

Soon he found himself being manhandled in a found way, and a head full of lipstick to which he felt proud of. Perhaps he should keep this shaven head for a while, and to give you a proper thanks later for cheering him up ;)

[plush4bunny]

had a breakdown, started making “The Sex Face Meme” inspired by @chrism02’s version of Alfred Molina fancasted as Oswald Cobblepot, bon appétit 🥴

(but not all of the prompts would be filled in so you’ll get a charming BTAS!Oswald in its place and an apology 🙈)

after making “First impression of seeing XXX,” next would be “Intimate” 👀 which is heavily inspired by some scenes from @chrism02’s fanfics for the beloved rogue. these would be: ‘Under Your Wing,’ ‘Spur of the moment,’ ‘Overshoot the mark,’ 'Botch Up,’ and 'Glimmer of Hope.’

[delicatepurity]

I think about this scene too much, but like imagine any Alfred Molina character doing this??? LORD

(Also I’m not romanticizing nani and bubbles I’m just saying if i was in her position( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

[illiana-mystery]

Here's a little something for my mutual @lost-in-the-forest-again. She was sick recently, so I wrote this fluffy little sick fic for her...

Scientifically Accurate Angel

Plot: During a walk around Manhattan to clear his head, Otto stumbles across a sick woman that's passed out on the sidewalk. Moved with compassion, he and the actuators gather her and her belongings and bring her to their new hideout. But Otto soon realizes that he's beginning to develop feelings for this strange woman, due to how much she reminds him of Rosie.

SFW, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cuddling, Budding Love, Awkward Flirting, Nursing Back to Health

Taglist: @goodoldcharley, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @braindead94, @curbitkirby, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

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The blistering pain of your sudden headache rang through your skull and cranium, suddenly waking you up in an unknown location.

You gently blink, trying not to irritate your headache more. But as you do, you get better sight of the room you're in.

It was a quaint little space, but staged like a cozy hotel room in the middle of the city.

The walls were a warm chestnut and the bed you found yourself in was plush and wide, decorated with earthy bedding.

Ahead of you was a small desk and whiteboard covered with equations. And next to that was a dresser and a TV atop of it. But your eyes squinted when you noticed a light blinking as loud footsteps cratered the floor below you.

Eyes still squinted, you jolted a bit when you noticed a curious actuator bulging out at you.

Were you in Doc Ock's hideout?

You didn't really have time to really think about it before the actuator gently pushed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you again. It gently patted your shoulder after, before disappearing in the corner where the light flashed again.

"She's awake?" you heard a gruff voice ask. "Does she seem stable?"

But there was no answer.

"Oh, good. I was worried," he answered back to silence.

You were more than puzzled, but pretended to be asleep when he finally revealed himself from the lit-up corner.

He was just as big and tall as you figured, but almost teddy bear like. His dark brunette hair was all over his head, his cheeks were red flushed from the cold, and in his hand was a bag of medicine and other remedies for you.

Although you didn't know that yet.

"Looks like she fell back to sleep, Flo," he said with a little giggle. "She's quite beautiful. Reminds me of my Rosie."

Flo rubbed his cheek after he said that, knowing he would cry if she didn't.

"Thanks, Flo," he said, making the actuator buzz happily. "We should let her rest some more. I'll tend to her once she's up again."

The actuator nodded.

"Glad we're on the same page. Now back to my work."

Five minutes later, you finally woke fully up again. You blinked and saw he was focused on his whiteboard, writing more equations down.

He looked so cute focused, you almost didn't want to bother him. However, Flo beat you to it.

She immediately noticed you were awake again and notified Otto. Swiftly, he turned around and just smiled at you before making his way over to the bed.

"I'm glad you're awake," he said, softly caressing your face. "I was so worried."

"How did I end up here?" you asked, holding your throbbing head.

"We found you laying in the street," he answered. "We thought you were dead at first until Moe felt a pulse. So we gathered you and your belongings and brought you here."

"Oh, I didn't realize I passed out. I had to leave work early because of my throbbing headache and body aches."

"You might have the flu," Otto suggested. "But that's okay. I got a couple of different medicines from Duane Reade to take care of you."

"Oh, thank you. But I don't want to burden you. Seems like you're busy."

"Nonsense," he assured. "I don't mind. Unless you have someone at home that can take care of you."

"No," you solemnly answered. "It's only me and a sad studio apartment."

"Then it's settled. You can stay here until you get well," he happily said. "I also bought some soup if you would like some. Maybe it will help you gain some energy back."

"Soup does sound good. But why are you being so kind to me?" you asked, acting ignorant to his comment earlier.

"I feel it's a way for me to make up for my wrongdoings. I want to help mankind again, even if that means starting with helping you get better."

You blushed.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he said as he squeezed your hand and kissed it. "Now lie back down. I'm gonna go make that soup for you and get that medicine together."

"Okay," you said, obeying his command.

"Flo, keep her company," he said as she remained while he turned the corner.

"Hi again, Flo," you greeted, before she buzzed and flashed yellow. You were confused, until she laid against your stomach.

You giggled, but pet her. However, you didn't realize that Otto felt that too.

"Ooh, that tickles," he exclaimed.

"Wait, you felt that?"

"I feel whatever they feel. They're attached to my spine," he explained as he began to cook the soup.

"Oh, right. I'll stop then," you said, before Flo started whining.

"Flo likes your touch. It's fine. You can keep petting her. I'll live."

"Umm, okay," you moaned as you kept petting the actuator. She joyfully purred, cuddling even closer to you.

"She's cute," you said.

"Thank you. They're basically curious puppies now since I have a new inhibitor chip. They love interacting with new humans. I'm glad she likes you already, but Flo is the kindest one after all."

"I can tell."

"Your soup is almost done," he announced. "What medicine would you like to take? I got Motrin, Tylenol, Sudafed, or Benedryl."

"Give me a Tylenol," you replied. "Is it cold and flu?"

"And fast acting."

"Perfect," you say before the pot starts to sizzle on the stove.

"Soup's done," he announced. "Small bowl?"

"Yes, please," you answered back.

"Alright," he replied. "And I need two Tylenols...thank you, Moe. Okay, I'm coming back in."

You giggled, trying not to blush again when you saw him walking in with a tray, his chest now covered over with an apron.

Gently, he placed the tray over your lap after Flo moved and sat down by your side.

"Would you like me to feed it to you or can you manage?"

"I mean I can manage, but I don't mind you feeding me."

He giggled.

"Okay," he hummed as he grabbed the spoon. "Here comes the plane!"

"I'm not a child," you playfully huffed.

"Compared to me, you are," he chuckled before he properly fed you your first bite. "How old are you anyway?"

"30," you replied. "And you? You're probably like what...35? 40?"

He laughed.

"You're too kind. I'm technically 68," he answered back.

"Technically?"

"Yeah, weird multiversal travel stuff I recently went through. I got pulled from the past when I was 51 and then brought to this present where I would technically be 68."

"Hmm, weird," you hummed. "I don't really understand time travel. That's why I work in fashion."

"So that's what you do for a living?"

"Yeah, I'm an apprentice of Laney Valenci, the new heir of the Valenci fashion brand."

"Valenci? Oh, you mean that brand Norman Osborn likes so much? Hmm, small world."

You giggled.

"I didn't know he was a fan. I only design the womenswear though."

"I see," he pondered. "Also I didn't get your name. I'm Otto."

"Nice to formerly meet you, Otto. I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam."

"What a beautiful name," he cooed, making you smile and blush.

"Thanks. Are you always charming?"

He blushed.

"Not always. I learned a lot from my late wife, bless her soul."

"I'm so sorry," you said, gently touching his hand.

"It's okay. I know she's in a better place," he assured. "Now let's get back to feeding you."

"Okay," you chirped.

He fed you some more of the soup before you finally asked him what you had been pondering for a while.

"What kind of project are you working on? What's with all of the equations?"

"Would you like me to dumb it down for you?" he teased.

"Yes," you moaned before Flo snaked over to comfort you with a cheek rub.

He chuckled.

"I'm working on a sustainable generator that is powered by green energy," he explained. "Generators can cause a lot of pollution, so I want to make one that won't."

"That's fascinating," you replied. "I assume you've made some progress."

"Not as much as I would like, but I'm starting to cook with gas," he said, feeding you another spoonful of soup. "But I desperately needed a break and Flo thinks that me taking care of you will help clear my head a bit."

"Oh," you said as you pet Flo again. "Thank you."

The actuator buzzed against your hand in response.

"She says you're welcome."

You smiled.

"One more spoonful left and then you have to take your Tylenol."

"Will it make the medicine go down?" you jokingly asked.

"You're a Sound of Music fan?"

"No," you confirmed, before taking your last slurp of soup. "It was just a cheap joke to get a reaction from you. Did it work?"

He laughed.

"I guess it did," he admitted. "But now I'm curious, what musical movie adaptation do you like?"

"Phantom of the Opera," you answer.

"Hmm, no hesistation," he observed. "But excellent taste. I have one of the adaptations on DVD. We can watch it together."

"Okay, but only if you cuddle with me," you boldly said, looking him right in the eye.

His face became redder than a tomato and he froze.

You wanted to cuddle with him?

He couldn't believe it.

Why would a pretty young woman like you want to cuddle with a mentally wrecked, old, mad scientist like him?

"I didn't even give you the medicine yet and you already sound loopy."

You laughed.

"I mean it, Otto. I would like to cuddle with you while we watch the movie."

"Alright," he relented before he gathered the Tylenol in his palm. "But now it's time to take your medicine."

"Okay!" you chirped before he fed the pills to you and gave you a sip of water. "Now what?"

"Now, you're gonna let the medicine do its job by resting again," he told you calmly as Flo pushed you back down on the bed. "Take another nap and once you wake up, we can cuddle and watch the movie."

You giggled.

"Sounds good to me," you said as you got more comfortable and closed your eyes. "See you in a bit, Otto."

"See you in a bit, Sam," he softly said.

About an hour later, you slowly batted your eyes open. Finally, your head stopped hurting and your body aches were quelled. However, your small fever still lingered.

It sucked, but you were glad that you were starting to feel better.

After you regained full consciousness, you noticed that Otto was back by his whiteboard. He was humming a happy tune, while the actuators were all watching him work.

Until Flo caught you again. In an instant, she jumped and turned around, facing you with her glowing yellow light.

"Up again already?" Otto jovially asked. "Well, you woke up at a good time. I needed another break after the breakthrough I just made."

You giggled, before he got up and made his way over to you again. He was smiling so bright, his eyes twinkling as he looked you over again. He could just tell you were starting to feel better.

Still, he wanted to check though. So he put his hand on your forehead and asked,

"How you feeling?"

"Well enough to cuddle with you," you joked, making him playfully sigh.

"I'm serious, Sam. Do you still have a headache? Are you still aching?"

"I still have a small fever, but my headache and body aches are basically gone."

"Yeah, you definitely still have a fever," he observed before pulling his hand away. "Feeling nauseous at all? Seems like you've been keeping your soup down."

"No, I don't have any nausea," you replied. "Just the little fever, promise."

"Okay, well maybe a lukewarm shower will help the fever go down," he noted.

"I don't have another pair of clothes," you whined.

"No worries. You can just wear one of my shirts as a nightgown. I mean you aren't going anywhere."

"Fair point. It is more comfortable to cuddle in than my work clothes."

Otto playfully rolled his eyes.

"Then it's settled. I'll run your water," he announced before leaving you alone in the room to do that.

You were only alone for a few minutes though, before he came back and tried to help you out of bed.

Your legs were still kind of numb, so it was a bit of a challenge. You ended up falling into his embrace, which made him more flustered since your top fell down a little in the process.

But he ignored it as best he could to help you regain your balance. It only took another two minutes to do so, and finally you made your way to his bathroom.

His little bathroom was simple, but kinda cute. It had just enough space to move around, which was good. It also had a mirror, a standard sink and faucet, and white cabinets & drawers underneath. Then to the side was a porcelain white toilet with a white medicine cabinet above. As for the walls, they were painted a baby blue, matching the tiles that decorated the walls of the shower/bath combo.

But what really caught your attention was his shower curtain. The fabric was decorated with painted octopi, all different colorful species against an ocean background.

The sight made you giggle, which Otto noticed.

"What's so funny?"

"Your shower curtain," you answered. "Kind of on the nose, huh?"

"Flo liked it," he shrugged. "Now are you able to clean yourself off or..."

"As much as I would like you to help me, I noticed how flustered you are so I can handle it myself. No worries."

"Well, alright. I'll be in the kitchen making you some more soup."

"Aye, aye captain," you teased, before he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

He went straight to the kitchen after, humming a happy tune again while he fished out another can of soup from the bag.

But as the soup started to cook, Flo began to vibrate loudly like she felt a disturbance. Otto was more than confused and tried to calm her down before he heard a loud thud.

Panicked, he rushed back over to the bathroom and swung the door open. But when he peeked through the curtain, his heart dropped.

There you were, lying unconscious on the tub floor. Your right leg was up in the air while your left was bent at the knee. One arm was pinned against your side and the left of the tub while the other dangled from the tub's edge.

And then there was your head.

It was drooping from the side, but posed almost like a melancholy Renaissance painting. It was an odd sight, but Otto wasted no time to help you. Even if he didn't want to gaze upon your naked body...

Well, not yet anyway.

Still, he jumped into action, stopping the water that was still raining down on you first. After, he picked you up and wrapped you in a towel to dry you off.

You fell into his grasp again as he dried you off, giving him another close up peek of your breasts.

But he ignored it again and threw the first t-shirt Moe grabbed from his closet on you.

"I'm glad she's still breathing," he told Flo once he picked you up again and brought you to the bed. The actuator comforted her creator with a cheek rub after. "I just hope she'll wake up soon. I really did want to cuddle with her."

He sulked away soon after, walking back to his kitchen to stop the soup cooking on the stove. Then he retired himself back to his desk, just praying Flo would sense you getting up again.

You didn't give him much time to reflect though as you opened your eyes again a few minutes after Otto put you back in bed.

You were very confused though.

Last thing you remembered was being in the shower. You didn't remember leaving said shower or putting his T-shirt on.

What happened in between then and now? And why were you unconscious again?

It made no sense, but you didn't want to freak out Flo who just realized you were up again. So you just saved face and slowly sat back up.

"She's up?!" Otto happily asked his helper.

Flo nodded.

"Oh good," he chirped turning his attention to you.

You felt like you were gonna blush by how happy he sounded.

"Hungry?" he jovially asked. "I just heated up another can of soup for you."

"Yeah, I could go for some more soup," you replied. "And your cuddles."

He laughed.

"Soup first, cuddles later," he gently said. "Besides, you need to get your strength back up and take some more Tylenol. How you feeling? You took a nasty fall earlier. We had to take you out the shower."

"Oh, is that why I have no recollection of how I got here? And why I feel a bit more sore?"

"I'm afraid so," he confirmed. "Stay put and get cozy. I'll be right back with your remedies."

You nodded, although you were really confused as to why you fell. You've never fallen in your shower before.

Was it because your legs were previously a bit numb?

Maybe...

Otto returned before you could ponder though, but without his apron on this time. The routine was the same though and he fed you again with no hesitation.

The way he looked at you between bites made your heart melt even more. It was clear in his warm brown eyes that he was fond of you. He obviously developed a crush on you since your time together, but you didn't mind.

Of course...

"Otto," you started, almost hesitating to ask him what you were about to ask.

"Yes, Sam? Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," you assured him. "I just wanted to know something..."

"What?" he softly asked.

"Do you like me?"

His face turned even more red than before.

"What gave it away?"

You giggled.

"The way you've treated me all day. You seem more interested in me than just being my nurse. And you blushed when I asked to cuddle with you earlier."

"Right," he sighed. "I suppose I do fancy you. You remind me of my Rosie. I miss her so much, but maybe you're the sign that I need to move on."

"Otto," you softly said, caressing his face. "Would you like to go on a date with me once I get better?"

He smiled, before replying,

"Yes, I would like that a lot. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you."

You giggled again.

"Okay, I'll make a decision soon," you promised.

"Take your time. You're still ill," he remarked. "Now back to your soup. The sooner you eat and take your pills, the sooner we can get the cuddling."

"Right," you chirped, gladly taking another slurp of soup he gave you.

Another few minutes passed and you finished your meal and took your medicine. And once you did, Otto went back into his kitchen to clean up so he could finally cuddle and watch the movie with you.

Truly, he was anticipating this as much as you. He had been so lonely for so long, he was glad that he found you.

His sick, little fallen angel.

"I think it's cuddle time," he happily said before he joined you in the bed.

You laughed and let Moe wrap around you to put you in Otto's lap. He released you after and you laid your head on Otto's chest while Flo found the DVD and put it in the player next to the TV.

After, she returned to your side, guarding you as her creator held you close against his beating heart.

You were in heaven and you felt more loved than you ever had in your entire life.

Otto was just so nice and soft and plush. He made a wonderful sentient pillow, a nice one you didn't want to let go off or move from.

And you made that very apparent when you fell asleep against him right before the movie ended.

Otto couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you looked in your slumber either. But Flo was a bit concerned about your comfort.

"Flo, leave her be. She seems comfortable to me. Let her keep resting," he told his creation before he gently caressed your face again. "Looks like I might have found you a new mommy, guys. A new, beautiful mommy."

Flo buzzed of excitement at the thought, before she wrapped herself around you loosely and gently vibrated against your stomach.

You were too knocked out to notice though.

And Otto just kept watch until he also succumb to his fatigue, his subconscious just hoping that you would be better in the morning.