#doctor octopus smut

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reblog because why not. it's doc ock

I want to kill you like they do in the movies | 3

please read part 1 & part 2 before proceeding

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Long awaited part 3, with the doc cock. We've got restraints, some light humiliation/degradation, begging and a very nice descent into depravity. Soft!Dark!Otto my beloved. This is 95% porn, so 18+. Word count 4k. Please read author's note at the bottom!

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There was something in the air. A pregnant silence, a darkness so viscous, it stole the precious oxygen out of your chest and filled your limbs with liquid nitrogen.

Otto was still burning up, the heat and force of a miniature sun at the brush of your fingertips, his copper hair glowing golden in the light coming from the doorway. As he rested atop your chest, your previous activities weighed on you no less than the large man.

He rose and fell, steady breath raw and sweet. Kneeling, Otto sought your atonement; wordlessly, hungrily. The clutch of his fingers felt like desperation and lust bleeding all into one, his actuators closed, folded into themselves, calm in a way you hardly ever seen them be.

Otto's hot breath on the underside of your breast made you shiver.

He lifted his eyes, squinting, searching your face for something that couldn't be there. You prayed he would pretend to have found it anyway. It was getting increasingly hard to ignore the round, moist abyss of his eyes. Beyond the madness that had consumed the brilliant man, a sediment of humanity still remained. Waiting, silent, deadly.

You weren't sure you were equipped to handle that. So when his lips brushed over the thin skin stretched over your ribs, a shuddering pause seized the world inside you and put a stop to your racing thoughts, bringing silence quicker than any sharp slap, kick or bite could ever hope to achieve.

Otto's tenderness was a poison, an addictive one at that: you knew, deep inside, that having lustful thoughts, or even ones of pity, towards your captor would place you right on the devil's doorstep. And Otto made sure of that. With gentle fingers and a clever tongue, he pried you apart and put you back together to fit his perverse desires.

You squirmed again, but this time the discomfort had seeped through the cracks in your facade.

"Hush, little one," the rumble of his voice penetrated your defenses, leaving you feeling like a stoned heretic during Sunday mass. His fingers gripped your sides, his nose traced the outline of your ribs. "Women's bodies are meant to hold the ones they love, they're so soft to keep them safe," the gentle murmur disappeared into the hill of your belly.

Stunned, you felt your muscles unclench. Your hotel-heart hastily rolled down its vacancy sign as Otto's mouth, the bold, broken thing, expanded the ever-growing something in it. You had to distract yourself, somehow, before it shut down for good.

"What?"

"Do not hide yourself from me," Otto spoke, making a trail of butterfly kisses over your stomach. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."

Your fingers picked up a rhythmic pace, weaving locks of auburn hair between them as you struggled to follow his train of thought. He mistook your fear for self-consciousness? The roundness of your belly and the stretch marks lining your sides were not on your mind, at all.

In fact, you hadn't felt an ounce of shyness when it came to offering yourself to Otto. His domineering presence demanded your attention, it left no room for overthinking, for abashment. He emptied you until only he packed the cracks in your perception of self, his desire for you a loaded gun full of bullets with butterfly wings.

You swallowed thick saliva that had gathered at the roof of your mouth, tongue running over the spit that had dried on your lips.

"Okay," you could only hold that much meaning in a single word. But somehow, it felt enough.

"I hold myself to a certain standard, you know," Otto's hands closed around the valley of your waist as he raised his eyes to meet your wide, vacant stare. "And those around me, as well. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and you, my dear, are a sight fit to make a grown man cry." Words spoken softly, the blood moon of his lips broke into a knowing grin.

Always so elaborate with his words, this was as close as you'd ever get to Otto that would forever remain unreachable behind the safety of his lectern and hidden under soft turtleneck sweaters.

Seemingly unbothered by your silence, he continued to get his fair share of your body, kissing, nipping and sucking on your clammy skin. The actuator arms drifted closer to you - you felt the cold metal brush up your arms, your calves - and you let your eyelids fall shut, abandoning any thoughts of resistance. You let your body do the talking, sighing softly at the prickles of thrill following the man's touch.

Down your torso and back to the root of the cause; your cunt was still wet with the evidence of your debauchery, the wickedness of Otto pulsed and stung. It was as sure as day that his claim on you had left a legacy: tomorrow, it'd be blue and green and yellow, you'll feel him on you every time you take a step.

Otto's lips gently caressed the broken skin. You hissed.

He froze in his tracks; you did, too, preparing words, big and small, to react to his misplaced apology. Lust and sorrow brawled violently in your head.

"Looks good on you," the raspy chuckle immediately threw you off kilter. "But then again, even back then, you already looked like mine."

The strange statement made you squirm, flex your toes, grasp hold of the crumpled sheets. There was no way he'd missed your reaction - utterly subconscious but as loud as a hurricane alarm. Otto's smile tucked against the bruise led you to a halting realisation.

He was stalling.

The tension held in his shoulders, it bulged out his biceps and trickled out at his fingertips that dug, at times painfully, into your skin. A certain urgency took hold of Otto, you could feel the electricity between your bodies, but he pushed it back every time just before it had a chance to overtake his mind.

With that in mind, you braced yourself for impact.

"Just take what's yours," your voice coarse, you gave his copper locks a gentle pull. "Don't run from it."

Otto's back flexed, his teeth a sharp line on your thigh. "You don't know what you're asking for, sweet girl," the agony in his voice was utterly delicious.

The bullets within your chest exploded, the shrapnel poking holes in your lungs: no breath was deep enough as butterflies rapidly multiplied in the narrow confines of your ribcage. An insane old phoenix blazed alight at the oddest parts of you and not even the still-raging storm behind the window could put out the fire that was fueled by simplistic, egocentric lust that took root at Otto's strained voice.

"Otto," you cocked the gun of his name directly at the target, breathed, and pulled the trigger.

The responding growl was full of dejected aggression. "It's Doctor Octavius to you," his chest shook with the force of his inhale.

One of his mechanical appendages unfurled it's glowing head, the beam of light pointing directly at your face. Like a cat studying you, a thin claw slid down the side of your face, briefly snagging the plump of your lip. Your tongue licked off the metallic taste, catching the cold tip of the claw by surprise as Otto's entire body went hard and rigid.

Suddenly, his hands were on your chest and the void of his eyes directed it's gaping maw at you. The colour of his irises was completely invisible in the dark, leaving a single cold star of light in his pupils to point out the course of his stare.

"We'll play," he rasped as an actuator moved, briskly, to gather your wrists above your head. A position you had already well acquainted yourself with.

And then his mouth was back on yours, gnashing your teeth together and giving you a taste of your weakness; Otto was heavy, a solid buoy in the raging sea of lust. No matter how well you swam, it always pulled you under, with Otto's clever mouth and fingers that had gripped the side of your face, he steered your small boat amongst fjords and turbulent waters.

A tiny moan slipped into your messy kiss as his leg met your heated core once again. You didn't hold back any noise, the dam had finally burst and thrown your boat into the open seas. You had no choice but to surrender to the currents.

Otto pulled back, grinning against you as the bed shifted with his weight. "Messy girl," and he was right. There was a wet patch on the dark fabric of his trousers.

The hand that wasn't gripping your face, still covered in worn leather, snaked down there, brushing a careless two fingers over the flesh that was still oh so sensitive. The slick noises assaulted your hearing as soon as leather came in contact with skin would have been embarrassing any other time, but then and there, you felt nothing but relief.

Otto gathered the moisture none too gently, searching your face for any last remains of defiance. He found none. You were an open book, and just as vulnerable as flimsy paper pages in pouring rain. The seam of his glove scratched against the tender parts of you, seizing your legs as zaps traveled up over your sore cunt.

As unexpectedly as he placed them there, Otto removed his fingers from you, bringing the taste of yourself and God knows what else up to your face.

"Messy, dirty girl," he sniggered, tapping the glove on your parted lips. "Open up."

You obeyed, eyes glassing over the moment his fingertips pressed against your tongue. The muscle flexed as saliva gathered in your mouth, body showing its mild disdain at the intrusion. It was not the place you had wanted him, at all. Nonetheless, you swallowed the mixture of it all, invoking a satisfied rumble out of the man.

"That's a good girl," your swift compliance resulted in a gentle kiss placed at your temple. "So eager to please," he repeated his earlier words, removing his hands and dipping down to suck a bruise into your neck.

Held up by two of his actuators, the bed creaking under their weight, Otto's human hands made swift work of the buttons on his pants. Thighs massive, hot and covered in coarse dark hair brought a pleasant contrast to your smaller form. You wondered how it would feel to sit on it, to slowly grind you aching, sopping cunt against the firm surface of Otto's leg.

The idea made your hips twitch as the liquid essence of your lust dripped freely from the apex of your thighs.

Risking a glance down, your lashes weighed down by sweat and deriving tears of frustration, the thick flesh in his hand made you gulp. Even in the darkness, you noted how Otto's large palm gripped his heavy, girthy cock. The head of it was shiny, slick with so much pre-come, you were stunned to find out he didn't simply come in his pants.

The man hissed, giving himself a broad, slow stroke. His eyes were shut, the crease between his brows deep and long, tip of his tongue tucked at the corner of his wet mouth. Rhe shadows of his face stood out more than ever: his eagle nose, defined brows.

You'd never could have imagined a man look so beautiful, so near to coming undone. Your chest rose and fell, the oxygen noisily exiting your mouth.

Otto's eyes popped open, staring right into the very depths of your starving, depraved soul.

"Beg," so much emotion contained in a syllable. Longing and fear, a cocktail so violent, Otto could never hope for redemption in your eyes for you were definitely going down with him. The light flickered in his eyes. "Beg, pretty girl," his voice softened and that made it all seem so much terrifying somehow.

"Please," you croaked, a broken whisper on your kiss-bitten lips.

He grasped your thigh, spreading your legs even more, until the cool air of the room hit your core like a bucket of icy water.

"Hmm," Doc hummed, gathering more slick with his hand before he brought it to his cock. "Too late to be feeling shy, my dear." Your juices mixed in with the pre-cum made for great lube. He resumed leisurely stroking his cock. "I know you want to feel good. I know you'll feel like heaven wrapped 'round my cock, so don't stop on my behalf."

Your cheeks flamed as you fought the instinctive urge to look anywhere but at his face. He would hate that, you knew it. "Please," you tried to speak again, tasting the word in all it's novelty. "Please, fuck me," the power the word held was exhilarating.

A sharp inhale, his chest pressing closer to yours. He hovered directly over you now, held up by his mechanical creations, just slightly out of reach. The smell of him was maddening.

"You can do better," the harsh words grated. "Do better for me, darling."

"Doctor," you keened low, raising your hips to get at the smallest possibility of being skin to skin. It was getting cold, goosebumps had began to appear on your calves, your thighs. Having Otto at an arm's length wasn't enough anymore. "Please, fuck me, doc," eyes round, you stared up at him, hoping to convey your desperation.

"Greedy girl," was the only warning you got, spoken through gritted teeth, as his hands - one gloved and one delectably hot - held your thighs down.

The blunt tip of his cock breached the entrance of your cunt almost effortlessly; the amount of slick you produced under his stare was shameful. Doc wasn't gentle, the sheer force of his weight pushing the fat span of his cock kicked the breath out of your lungs much like a steel-toed boot.

Mouth open, it took you a moment to realize that shirll scream had come from you. Otto was everywhere; hot breath on your neck, a palm momentarily attached to the softness of your breast, his body piercing yours just like a warrior's spear broke through his enemy.

"Fuck," Doc grunted somewhere south of your ear, swerving his hips to come in contact with every millimeter of your cunt, probing for that special little spot, stretching you out. "Good girls like you have the sweetest cunts. Can't wait to break yours in."

You moaned and writhed, brain and pussy full of him to the brim. His words left no space for your thoughts, his cock set every nerve alight within your body. Otto was everywhere.

The tightness in your belly spread, knot growing solid by the second. With every forceful thrust, the bedframe shook and you with it. Doc wore you like a cocksleeve, trouncing his troubles directly into your sore hole. You felt the skin stretch snugly around his girth, your slick, sensitive labia pulling over it as his pubic hair tickled your clit.

Your wrists hurt from straining against the actuator. It was, perhaps, the most grievous: not being able to touch him. Your fingers clenched as you pictured the way his chest, slick with sweat, would feel under your tender palms; the way his back would arch upon making contact with your nails.

Your teeth itched, eager to sink into the softness of his shoulder. Like a feral animal, you craved the metallic taste of his blood, to taint him with proof of your lust like he had marked you.

"Please," you babbled, already halfway to the moon. "I need to touch you, please."

Doc's chuckle echoed in his chest. "We're touching," to emphasize his point, he grasped hold of your waist to pull you down further onto his cock. "We're touching just right."

No, you wanted to scream. Nothing about this is right. The irresistible urge to just give up and be mean, worms of malice that festered in you at his reckless ignorance of your humanity and his penchant for mindless gratification, it all was fertile soil for mayhem and disobedience. The urge to kick and bite the hand that fed you morsels of warmth in exchange for sympathy for the devil.

Damned, you were damned. No less and no more than him.

"Fuck, I need to touch you," as a particularly hard thrust shook your core, the first sparks of your nearing orgasm had thrown any pretense of sanity you had out the door. Your eyes flew open of their own accord, not seeing anything save for the welcoming haze.

"You're so pretty when you beg," the man leaned down to kiss the slack corner of your mouth. The actuator that was holding down your arms unfurled; immediately, another one wrapped itself around your arms, pinning you back down just above the elbow.

You were free to stroke the cold, unyielding metal of Doc's extra arms. And that was it.

"Hngh," you grunted in frustration, unable to reach the heat of his body. The titanium was smooth and slightly warmer where your clammy hands were grasping it.

Not breaking his unrelenting pace, Otto kept on hitting your special spot with tactical precision. "What is it?" The cruel grin was audible in his voice. "You can touch me," the actuators rippled in your palms, metal parts shifting without a sound. "We're all yours, darlin'."

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes; stubbornly, you refused to let them fall, tightly squeezing your eyelids, turning your face away from Doc's watchful eyes as your body arched. Your lust paid no mind to the turmoil storming every sensible part of your brain, you cunt squeezed Otto's cock for all his worth. The slick noises coming from your coupling were loud, overpowering the whimpers that Otto's cock stroked out of you with practiced ease.

Metal turned slippery in your grasp. You sought purchase against the relentless assault but found none; inadvertently your hands picked up a pace, gripping and failing to hold onto Doc's actuators.

It amused him to no end. His smirk widened, teeth catching around your nipple as he toyed with it. With a wet pop, he released the stiff bud, bucking his hips at your moan of relief.

"You're a dripping dream come true," for a brief second, wonder overtook him.

Splayed and open at his mercy, you blinked away the tears and braced yourself for the sweet pulling ache gathering low, low in your belly. The crescendo ignored your desperation for the taste of Otto, climbing, climbing, until all that was left was white-hot physical ecstasy.

"Please, I'm so close," you pleaded, catching the sweet sweat dripping down his forehead with your open mouth. Anything to satiate your need for him.

The actuators withdrew once more just to slam on the floor; you heard the boards crack with the pressure, you felt yourself expel a violent breath. Your ribs cracked as Otto's chest collided with yours.

It felt like coming home. It felt like being in an open field, near an incoming tornado, you at the mercy of your deviant nature, a calm so deep, it froze the liquid inside your bones.

Your fingernails dug into his back and Otto hissed, stretching his wide shoulders to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer into his chest. The metal of his exoskeleton was hot and greasy - he jerked away as soon as you got a grip on it.

"Careful," he gasped darkly. "Don't dislodge the chip or you won't be able to sit for a week."

In the heat of the moment, that sounded more like a promise rather than a threat; alluring one, at that. Being splayed over his lap, ass up, like a misbehaving child, the feel of his calloused palm on your ass and the delicious sting of pain immediately followed by a burst of pleasure.

Just like the thickness of his cock spearing you open. Your cunt squeezed and gushed it's violent approval, little shocks beginning at the top of your clit and ending somewhere deep, deep inside. Otto touched spots you didn't know you had.

"Come for me," he ordered, simply, dripping with extertion.

You moaned, holding onto him and eagerly fucking back onto his throbbing cock. As soon as your mouth found his neck, you closed your teeth around it, rejoicing at the hiss he made.

The pressure in your belly grew and grew and grew until it had to expand no more; suns, thousands and millions of suns burst inside and around you as you spasmed, wrapping your legs around him as best as you could.

Greedy, greedy girl. The words resonated within you as you grasped at the fine hairs of your consciousness, embalming the memory inside the deepest parts of yourself.

The nonsensical string of curses Otto let loose whilst his seed shot inside of you; the forceful throb of it and the girth stretching the walls of your cunt. His hand in your hair, pulling your face into his eyes and mouth, lips devouring noises borne of lust and desperation, tongue licking at the tears dripping down your cheeks.

"My girl, my sweet girl," hoarse, hushed whispers flooded your ears as you let yourself fall into his arms.

It didn't matter how many showers you would take after this, a part of him would always be in you. In your heart, in your head, Otto would always be with you.

You are your father's child; you'll need him 'til cops come to take him away. You needed him for different reasons each night. In the beginning, those were stolen glances and hushed words. After some time, it was for gaping holes he left in you, empty, hollow, but free.

Days continued to run like an artery cut open in the wrong place, at the wrong time. The wound continued to fester, sweet with pus, skies yellow and sickly.

The object of your attention sat in his usual spot: a large leather armchair angled towards the desk, surrounded by scattered metals and coffee-stained papers. The sun crawled over the orange sky like a dying man in a desert which meant Otto's blackout glasses sat neatly atop his regal nose. You had no chance of knowing who really was steering the wheel of the scientist's tired, bruised body.

Dread and determination; you licked the aftershocks of lust off your lips, vaguely tasting copper and whiskey. Slightly moist and a little bit sticky, like the cold floor under your feet.

"You're going to get sick," Otto's mumble reached your ears just as you halted at his shoulder. He was right; your feet were freezing. Ever attentive, he leaned back in the chair, patting his wide thigh. "Get up here," his tone left no room for argument.

You obeyed. The muscle of his leg held your weight comfortably; his shoulder was the perfect width and height to lean on. Leather and smoke filled your senses; you wanted to bottle the acrid smell, to lock it away and keep it within you forever, to remind yourself over and over of just how callous fate could be.

Instead, you tucked your head, nose resting right under his ear.

"Be good," wrist-deep in a machine you knew nothing of, the half-hearted admonishment was just that.

Your hand crawled over Otto's shoulder, trembling. Mapping the broad expanse of his bare back, documenting the inflamed skin around the exoskeleton.

An actuator moved out of the way, stretching it's stalk in response to your nails gently scratching the blemished surface. Otto had spent many a day shirtless in the sun; freckles and moles littered the now-pale skin. When was the last time he had gone out during the day?

You closed your eyes as wind blew softly from the open window. Between the breeze and the heat radiating from the man, you could almost envision a normal day at the beach: lulled by rustling waves, melted by radiant sun. Your eyelashes fluttered against Otto's neck.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, clutching at his chest with your other hand.

"What for, little one?" Still focused on his engineering, Otto's voice bled mildly perplexed interest.

Your fingers had been crawling closer and closer to the nape of Otto's neck. His hair tickled your palm; your nails gently traced a path to the unit that housed the actuator chip.

Between your index and your forefinger, you grasped the chip and pulled.

A/N: I debated about including pulling out the chip in the end, discussed it with other people even - and came to a conclusion that, theoretically, it wouldn't do anything at all since it's already broken and the AI has taken hold of Otto's mind. That said, NWH!Otto was very overprotective of that chip and did not want to part from it, which gave me an idea that removing it might turn things in a positive direction. My, my, so what happened here?

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Cuban Cigars

Otto Octavius x AFAB! Reader Oneshot

18+ Content (Smut) Minors DNI

A gentle whine escapes your throat as your tongue burns from the intense smoke that came from the cigar you held in your mouth.

Your arms shake as you lean back onto the soft turtlenecked chest of your lover. Both of your arms were trapped by his strong arms wrapped over them. His calloused fore fingers and thumbs pinched and lightly twisted your hardened nipples.

You both sat on a large, brown leather armchair, an end table holding a pack of cigars and an ashtray.

“Oh, my darling girl,” he uttered with a husky, soft voice. “Are you wanting more?”

You moved your hips side to side as you grinded your clit on his erect cock through his pants, your growing wetness moving the slick that came from your pussy forward and backwards.

You try to breathe through your nose as a light whimper escaped you, the smoke from the cigar overwhelming your mouth and the growing length of the ash yet to detach form the other end making you nervous.

You should’ve known Otto would be mischievous tonight when he came back with fancy liquor and Cuban cigars. The way his pupils dilated when he finished his first glass and stared at you with hunger made you shiver.

Some tears fell onto your cheeks as you spat out the cigar, the one-third burnt roll of paper leaving you coughing and taking in big breaths.

You heard Otto let out a low groan as he removed on calloused hand from your left breast and grabs his cigar to give it to an actuator, some of the smoke blowing onto your side of your right cheek.

“Couldn’t take it all, baby girl?” he asked slyly as his left hand reached over. His middle finger touched your clit and rubbed it side-to-side on just the right spot. An airy cry left you as your head swung back onto his right shoulder.

You heard him chuckle as he leaned his head forward and pressed his lips onto your neck, sucking the skin lightly for a few moments before pulling back with a light pop.

“Feel how needy you are, darling?” he chuckled lightly.

You did not stop your grinding motions, begging incoherently for more. You wanted to feel more stimulation from his right thigh and middle finger. You whined again, your throat scratchy from the cigar.

“Please, Doctor! Please give me more!” you begged Otto as your panting became heavier.

You felt his finger stop its motions as he removed his right hand from your breast and moved it under you, unbuttoning his dark pants.

“Since you asked so nicely, darling,” he grunted as he began to shimmy his pants and underwear down.

After a few more agonizing moments, you gasp as you felt his penis slap against your butt. His right arm wrapped around from under your shoulder to your left hip. His left arm reached under you and you felt his hand grasp his cock.

You leaned your head down to gaze as his pinkish head and the beginning of his shaft slid against your wet folds.

He was a little above average in length but his width was large. It was always a tight fit at first but it would open you up quick.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asks tenderly, not forgetting to ask permission and show you softness.

You nod your head vigorously, making pleading noises and grunts.

He let out a low groan as he positioned his head under your folds and slowly entered you.

You let out a long, light moan as he slowly bottomed out into you, making you feel so full, your inner walls already squeezing around him.

You inhaled the smell of smoke, the actuator holding Otto’s cigar in front of you, inviting you to take it into your mouth as Otto began to slowly slide out of you and quickly snapping his cock back in.

“Oh, baby girl, you take me so well,” he groaned in your left ear, his left hand moving to your gut as his middle finger resumed touching your clit. “You make me feel so good, baby.”

You let out a whine as he picked up his pace, his cock thrusting into you with more force. You shakily wrapped your lips around the cigar, slurping the smoke into your mouth and blowing it out through your nose.

“Darling, your body was made for me. You feel so good wrapped around my big cock.” he praised you. “I will fill you up so nicely.”

He picked up the pace and you turned your head from the cigar, mouth open as you let out a light moan with each thrust of his cock into your cunt.

“I will fill you with my cum, baby. Oh, I’ll make sure you give you my seed and stuff you full. You take me so well, darling. I can’t wait to make you cum around by cock.” Otto said, breathing heavily between each sentence as his thrusts became more sloppy.

You felt his cock begin to twitch, signaling he was close to his peak. His finger pressed against you harder, nearly overstimulating your clit with profound pleasure.

Another few more thrusts, you felt your climax build, the overwhelming sensation causing you to squeeze your eyes shut as stars danced around your vision.

The pleasure finally snapped a cord inside of you as you let out a guttural groan, your insides squeezing around his throbbing cock as you squirted around him.

Otto let out a low groan as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck and bit down lightly as his cock pumped you full of his cum, each twitch making you feel more full.

You gasp as you felt your pussy pull in his cum as the waves of your orgasm continued to crash.

Finally, the climax died down as you panted heavily, your head leaning over his shoulder as he continued to bite you, his cock twitching inbetween long intervals.

You both slowly came down he removed himself from your neck and you began to sit up.

You blink a few tears from your eyes as you turned your head to your right, seeing his hooked nose in your peripheral as your eyes faced the end table with both cigars on the now on the ash tray.

Otto lightly breathed above you as he removed his arms from you to wipe his forehead and run a hand through his messy bowl cut.

“Oh, babydoll, you made me feel so good.” he said with tenderness.

You noticed he was still hard inside of you as some of his cum began to lightly roll down his length.

“Give me a few more moments,” he chuckled as an actuator grabbed his cigar and placed it in his mouth. “I’ll give you more of me.”

You gulped air as your pussy clenched around him, preparing you for more stimulation as smoke blew over your nose.

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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— )

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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.

[hardchoicespod]

How good do Spider-Man villains bang?

[We're not talking about hotness. This is only about what they bring to the bedroom]

Norman Osborn is a shit f*ck. FINDOM THIS DOOFUS 🤑🤑🤑 Unless you want to hear that screechy ass Green Goblin voice. You want to hear him tell you hard he's gonna nut in that voice?

2. Doctor Octopus? WHAT A F*CKING ROMANTIC! LOOK AT THAT FACE! Do you not think he brings flowers??? Man has trained each limb to make you scream in a different way.

3. J. Jonah Jameson. Not technically a villain, but like, don't you want to fuck this absolute smug asshole bastard? LEAVE THE CIGAR LIT, BABYEEEEE

4. Venom is the ultimate goo husband and will love you and keep you safe and eat pop-tarts with you at 3am, but also, he got that tooooongue 👅👅👅

5. Mephisto is gonna make you think he's f*cking you and then suddenly, from the mists of this incredible performance of raw sexual power, he appears and then does a comedy 💦 on you because motherf*cker can't resist. Do you want this dude to nut on your tits and then laugh at his own dumbf*ck genius?

6. Rhino is a problem. Look, is the dick trapped in the suit or not? If this is hardcore chastity play, okay. Okay, we can fuck like that Rhino. But don't you want this weirdo to just cut loose and pound you so hard the neighbors call your super? HE IS A FULL TIME FURRY AND ALSO DOES CRIMES! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?! Find out about that dick situation first tho, probably.

You want more lovingly horny takes about these dorks? listen to Hard Choices 26 - Spider-Man and get all the boners you can possibly handle. Episode description? Babe, I got you.

We all know that with great power comes great responsibility. You know what else comes with great power? Us when we think about Spider-Man! It's not just Peter Parker who makes our web-shooters go thwip, either; he's got a huge cast of friends, foes, and supporting characters to suit every taste, from monsterfucks like Venom, to adorable loser fucks like The Shocker, to the jackpot herself, Mary Jane. This episode, your friendly neighborhood MeganBob pushes DEEP into the Spiderverse to find the median, the zenith, and the nadir of its fuckability, all with the help of: The Amazing Annie Craton! The Spectacular James D'Amato! And Dan Mulkerin from an alternate reality where he never lost his Captain Universe powers! IN THIS ISSUE: Dan single-handedly promotes Tombstone from D-tier to Daddy-tier MeganBob discovers the only bad way to listen to "The Cruel Angel's Thesis" Annie lets Carnage's gooey appeal blind her to his, you know, everything else And James finally takes a public stance on whether eating boys is wrong!

Is this podcast safe for work? F*ck no it isn't. Is this going to make you laugh so hard you snort a cheeto? Yeah, probably. Jump to anywhere in the episode for takes that will make you go "Ya'll need god."

Big Sloppy Kisses, Hard Choices 💋🍆

Which spidey character's are your top three f*cks? We won't tell.

[ottooctaviuswhore]

yum thanks for the snack

SUCCESSFUL BANK HEIST DOC OCK FOR @thefunkyfrogking!! This drawing would not exist if it weren't for them commissioning me, and I am SO happy they did!! I had a blast drawing this and I'm super happy with how it turned out. Plus, this gave me an excuse to rewatch Spiderman 2 (and do one of these: "😳" every time this guy popped up on screen).

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Ｇｉｒｌ Ｕｎｄｅｒ Ｙｏｕ ♡

♡ Pairings: gynecologist!seonghwa! x chubby!afab!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: Scheduling your yearly check up with your OBGYN can be nerve-wracking. Especially when your doctor's Park Seonghwa. Finally getting up the courage to visit, you do all you can to conceal the not so appropriate feelings you have towards him. Not only is it inappropriate but he surely doesn't feel the same. Right?

♡ Word Count: 3.2k-ish

♡ Warnings: reader has a vagina and identifies as a woman. we're at the OBGYN so this is ultra vagina city. pervy Dr. Park Seonghwa, you too are a perv tbh it's mutual, shy/touch starved reader, body worship, nipple/breast play, fingering (gentle & rough), unprotected sex, cum marking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby, etc), a lil rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), nonsexual use of the word slut (not in a bad way), it gets bitey for a second, examination kink, soft dom Hwa vibes.

♡ A/N: Listen, I can explain. It's all on @anyamaris for encouraging me to begin with. Blame her!

Important note: If you have a vagina go get it checked out regularly. Your doctor will certainly not be Seonghwa dicking you down BUT it's an important and sometimes life saving appointment sooo make it or I'll fight you. K, love you, bye ♡

♡ ♡ ♡ “I wanna be that guy. I'll wreck you right up, guy. I'll lie down face up, guy. The girl under you, guy.” ~ Lady Gaga ~ ♡♡ ♡

“Date of your last period? Any abnormal cramping or bleeding? Any chance of pregnancy?” the nurse fires off questions, tapping your answers into the laptop balanced on her hip.

Sitting on the exam table, your feet dangling off the edge, you try not to get whiplash from how quickly she whirls around the room loading a tray with supplies for your exam. The office is unexpectedly short staffed today, forcing her to play the role of nurse and human octopus. You understand how overwhelmed she must be but pray that she stops soon. Your anxiety was already bad enough coming in here. This nervous energy is not helping. 

“Last question, honey” she says, turning to face you, “Oh, have you been sexually active recently?” She cracks a playful smile, clearly expecting your answer to be something that it isn’t.

“No” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. Look at how shiny those tile floors are. Has this exam table always been this cushy? Such a marvelous generic art print that is hanging by the door.

The nurse’s eyes widen, a hand clutched to her chest in shock, “You went to Coachella and didn’t get laid?” 

“Nurse Kim! Can we not today?” you pout, in no mood to have this conversation right now. 

Being a longtime patient here has a lot of perks. Getting closer to the nurses especially has been great for you. I mean, who doesn’t like getting the appointment slot they want every single time? But the drawback is that they like you enough to pick on you. Maybe it’s their way of breaking you out of your shell, getting you to be less shy, but you wish they wouldn’t. 

Nurse Kim shrugs, miming the zipping of her lips, “Okay, okay. I’ll mind my business.” Placing the supplies on the table, she grabs you a fresh hospital blue medical gown. “You know the deal, right? No shoes, no bra…” 

You nod along with her instructions, hopping down to kick your sneakers off. Finally she finishes and heads for the door to give you some privacy. “The doctor will be in shortly. Let me know if you need anything” she says, stopping halfway out the door. “You really didn’t bang anyone at Coachella. Wow. Girl, you’ve got to learn to live a little. You’re too hot not to slut it up!” 

“Thank you so much for everything. Goodbye. Bye!” you laugh, inching the door shut until she’s on the other side of it. 

Alone at last, you’re able to get out of your clothes and into your gown in peace and quiet. Well, “peace” might not be the word to describe what you’re feeling but at least you’re able to panic in silence. 

You really shouldn’t be as nervous as you are. You’ve been coming to this office for years. Everyone’s kind and welcoming. They always make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of. There’s definitely no part of you they haven’t seen so you have nothing to be ashamed of. Still there’s one thing—one major, heart pounding, pulse quickening thing—that makes you too nervous to function every time you’re here.

Your phone vibrates in your purse and you contemplate not answering but dig it out anyway figuring a little distraction can’t hurt. Unlocking your phone, you spot a text from your best friend. 

It reads: “Did you see Hot Doctor yet?” 

You giggle to yourself, typing back to her. “His name’s Seonghwa and not yet. Still waiting.”

“On a first name basis are we? Seonghwa. That’s even hot to say.”

“Dr. Park, I mean. His name is hot to say though. He’s hot. I fucking hate it.”

“Just give him your number already!”

“Sure. While he’s swabbing me I’ll be all ‘Hey, Dr. Park. Wanna go to lunch?’”

Your best friend responds with a meme of Megan thee Stallion sticking her tongue out. “Plot twist. The lunch is between my legs, daddy!”

You’re choking back laughter and tears, scrolling your phone for the perfect meme to send back when there’s a knock at the door. You nearly jump out of your skin, shoving your phone back into your purse. 

“Come in!” you shout, returning to the exam table just in time for the doctor to step in.

Everything moves in slow motion when Park Seonghwa enters the room. Ahem, Dr. Park. He is, as you and your best friend have come to call him, a hot doctor. The hottest doctor you’ve ever seen. His dark wavy hair’s pulled back into a high ponytail, loose pieces hanging to frame a face too gorgeous to look directly at. His bone structure’s immaculate, his lips soft and pink, and his voice… 

“Long time no see. How’s my favorite patient been?” he says, flashing that killer smile of his. That voice. That smile. It makes you want to faint. 

You laugh it off, hoping not to come off as flustered as you are. “Dr. Park, I’m not your favorite patient.”

Seonghwa takes a seat on a nearby rolling stool and spins his way over to you, making a cute woo noise when he does. It gets a giggle out of you which is exactly what he wanted. 

“Who says you aren’t?” he asks, sliding in closer, his hands disappearing behind your legs.

It’s hard to breathe when he’s this close, staring up at you from between your legs. The smell of his cologne dances around you, a sweet woodsy scent that you imagine might smell even better on top of you. Just the thought awakens a familiar tingle between your thighs that threatens to make you wet the crinkly paper blanket beneath you if you carry on like this. You know that you shouldn’t feel this way. He’s a doctor. He’s just doing his job. And here you are perving over him. 

“Dr. Park, anything else you need me to grab?” Nurse Kim asks, popping back into the room. Her appearance snaps you out of your trance and you force a smile to keep things normal. If you weren’t brain rotted and horny you'd swear Seonghwa had been reading your reaction that whole time. That he saw the effect he had on you and seemed somehow amused by it. But that’s factually insane. Get it together. 

The foot rests behind your legs, the reason Seonghwa reached back there to begin with, unfold with a creak. “No, I think we’re good” he answers before turning back to you, “Lay back for me and put your feet up. We’ll be done in no time, okay?” You follow his instructions, laying back on the table, readjusting yourself however he asks you to.

Closing your eyes, you rest your hands on your belly, impatiently waiting for this to be over. Though Seonghwa’s interest in what’s between your legs is purely medical, the fact remains that you hope he doesn’t find it ugly. You shaved for this, used this nice pH balancing rose water soap on it. You did everything but put makeup on it and throw it in a dress. You feel kinda silly now thinking back on it but your brain isn’t exactly logical when it comes to him. 

A few cranks of a speculum and cotton swabs later you’re done with the first part of your exam. “Good girl, you did well. The hardest part’s over” he praises, swapping his latex gloves out for a new pair. Your heart skips a beat at being called a “good girl”. He didn’t mean it that way but your body can’t differentiate between reality and how devastatingly sexy that was. Seonghwa turns to address the nurse and you quickly press your thighs together for some relief.

“I’ll send these off and go set up for the next patient” Nurse Kim says, grabbing your samples. She turns to smile at you one last time before disappearing from the room. “Remember what I said” she whispers, “Slut. It. Up.” Unfortunately, of all the things she’s skilled at whispering isn’t one of them and Seonghwa hears her.

Rising from his seat, he walks alongside you, stopping when he reaches your chest. “Just lower your gown for me for a second.”

You do as you’re told, carefully rolling your gown below your breasts. “So, slut it up, huh? What’s that about?” he teases, cold hands cupping one of your soft breasts. You inhale sharply at the contact, a thankfully normal reaction to cold hands touching you. Though for you it’s more that they’re his hands than anything.

“She thinks I need to get laid” you blurt out, caught off guard by your own bluntness.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, his fingertips pushing gently into your breast. “I’ll have to talk to her about that. She shouldn’t be judging people for their life choices.”

“I mean, it’s not really a life choice. I’m just not…I’m not a girl who…” you ramble, shutting yourself up immediately after realizing what you’re saying. Seonghwa pauses, glancing over at you, two fingers circling the perimeter of your nipple. It stiffens at the closeness, your touch starved body grateful for the attention. 

“Not a girl who what?” Seonghwa asks, genuinely interested.

It doesn’t seem that he’ll keep going if you don’t answer so you give in. “I don’t know, guys just don’t hit on me I guess. I’m not that girl.”

Seonghwa continues his examination, flattening his fingers at the base of your breast and dragging them up to your nipple. They bounce back each time, looking rounder and fuller as if he’s worked some magic on them.

“I don’t think that’s necessarily it” he sighs, moving on to the other breast, “A lot of men are intimidated by beautiful women.” 

Beautiful women? Did Park Seonghwa just call you a “beautiful woman”?

“B-beautiful?” you stutter, at a loss for what to do with yourself, “That’s really nice of you but I’m not…”

Seonghwa can’t help but smile at how adorable you are when he compliments you. You’re as good at concealing it as Nurse Kim is at whispering. Seonghwa knows that you’re attracted to him. To be fair, a lot of his patients are, but you are truthfully his favorite. Always so beautiful, always so easy to tease, and such a pretty pretty pussy that’s always wet for him. 

“But you are” he insists, both hands cradling your breast, thumbs running up the side, “You must have a mirror at home, no?” 

“Dr. Park, are you trying to make me blush?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows. 

The pads of his thumbs graze your hardening nipple and your back arches, a whimper lighter than air escaping your lips. You catch Seonghwa quickly nibbling at his bottom lip, his eyes glimmering at the shock and pleasure painting your face. You caught him. You saw it this time. Really saw it. 

Seonghwa knows he should stop here, end the examination, and send you on your way before he does something stupid. It’s just…that little moan you let out? It’s a melody he’s been fantasizing about since the first time you laid across his table. He has to hear it again.

“I don’t know. Is it, aaah…” he breathes in, one of his thumbs circling the tip of your bud, “Is it working?” 

Slipping his left hand back across your chest, he palms your other breast, pinching your sensitive nipple each time he rolls his wrist.

“Yes, it…oh god…it’s working” you mewl, your mouth falling open, moans pouring out at the perfect volume for only the two of you to hear.

Your feet tremble in the foot rests, your legs still spread to leave your dripping, vulnerable pussy exposed to the cool air of the room. Hypnotized by the sight of Seonghwa playing with your tits, high off the electric current it sends through your body, it’s easy to forget that you actually came here for a reason. 

“I should probably finish your exam” Seonghwa whispers, doing his best to ignore the hard cock pressing against his slacks. Your body may be tempting but it is technically his job to make sure you’re healthy too. His hands gradually cease their movement, gliding down to do away with the gown that was hardly hiding to your naked body.

“Fuck, look at you” he gasps, massaging your squishy belly, tracing your love handles, and rounding the curve of your hip to reach your thigh. His fingers dig into your thigh, savoring their softness all the way up to your core.

His gaze travels back up your body to those starry doe eyes that hang on his every move, “Think I’ll need the lube or are you already wet enough for me, baby?”

Seonghwa rubs two fingers along your slit, collecting your arousal on the tip of his glove. He brings them to his mouth, extending his long tongue to lick your juices up.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you” he hums, taking his time to enjoy the taste of you on his tongue. 

“Dr. Park, please…” you beg, thighs pressing together again, the need for his touch unbearable. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart” he apologizes, his fingers immediately returning to their place between your legs. “You want me to finger that perfect little cunt?” 

“Yes, please, I want…need it so bad.” 

Seonghwa brings his lips to yours, your eyes gleaming with lust as they meet, “You need it, baby? That bad, huh?” 

Two gloved fingers push into you, your pussy welcoming them with the tightest of hugs. “Fuck, yes, so good” you whine into his mouth as you begin to ride his fingers. Seonghwa dips his tongue between your lips, your mouths passionately crashing together. You grab the collar of his white coat, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss as his fingers work your core. Inside of you his fingers stimulate spots men who aren’t in his line of work wouldn’t even know existed. Some you didn’t even know could bring you such pleasure until now.

Your eyes squeeze shut, elbows giving out from under you, “Harder, Dr. Park, wanna feel you so deep.” 

Seonghwa catches your head before it can hit the cushion beneath you, lowering it down carefully as he draws another kiss from your lips. “Only if you promise to be a good girl and be quiet for me.” 

“I p-promise. Quiet. I’ll be…” you moan, throwing your hands over your mouth when he suddenly picks up the pace. Shifting between your legs, he tucks a hand behind your right knee and pushes it to your chest. Your palms are sweating, fingers locked together to keep you from screaming. Seonghwa’s fingers are much deeper than you thought they could go and his pace is too unforgiving for you to brace yourself for any of it.

“Ssh, ssh, you’re getting too loud, baby” he teases, coming in to kiss your inner thigh. Your juices stream down his fingers, soaking the thin paper beneath you. Hating to waste something so delicious, he begins licking around his own fingers. Between your lips. Around your clit. Anywhere his fingers send it splashing, he licks it clean. 

Your hands begin to slip from your mouth, your poor wrecked little body going too limp to keep it together. Thinking quickly, you bite down on your hand just enough to keep the noise in but you aren’t sure how long it’ll last. You’re dangerously close to coming. You can feel it and Seonghwa does too. Your hole’s so greedy, sucking him in and refusing to let go. It’s just begging to come but he won’t let it. Not like this at least.

Reaching down, he blindly fumbles around with his pants until he feels his cock spring free. He groans into your pussy as he closes his hand around his cock, rocking in and out of his own grip.

“Dr. Park, I’m gonna, mmph, aaah, fuck…gonna come” you squeal, hips stuttering against his face.

“Fuck, yes, come for me, sweetheart” he grins, rimming the head of his cock with his thumb, “You wanna come on my cock?” 

Seonghwa’s proposal has you biting down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark. “Oh god, yes, fuck me please. Fuck me, Seonghwa.”

Popping his fingers free, he grabs you by your legs and drags you down until your ass hangs off of the table. “Seonghwa!” you cry out, eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you. That stretch. That one exhilarating, earth shattering stretch, is all it takes to ruin you.

“Mmm, that’s it, come baby. Give it to me” he moans, hips snapping into your fluttering core. You expect, like any other orgasm, for your high to fade after the initial peak but it doesn’t. You’re still there. And your body’s giving out. You brain’s going hazy. You can’t take it but you want to even if it makes you go crazy. 

Seonghwa’s eyes never leave your pretty face, never stop eating up how hot you are when you’re at his mercy. The sensation of his own high crashing down on him has him pushing your thighs together, the thickness of them making your pussy feel twice as tight around him.

“So fucking tight, shit, you’re gonna make me come. Where do you want it?” 

“I, ooh, I want it…want.” The words are there but you struggle so very hard to find them. You dig deep, collecting the strength needed to run your hand down your belly and spread your folds for him. Your voice is so cute and broken when you say, “On me.”

Seonghwa folds immediately, pulling out to coat your clit in the thick warmth spilling from his cock. Stopping to catch his breath, he leaves it there resting against your clit. Both of you twitching together, his seed dripping down your pussy so that no part of you isn’t marked by him. 

“Don’t clean it off” he instructs, kissing down your leg as he places your feet back in the foot rests, “Leave it so you’ll think of me when you’re driving home.” 

Easing your fingers from between your folds, you pop them into your mouth, sucking them like a lollipop. “Anything else, Dr. Park?” 

Seonghwa zips his pants up, searching his brain for any other pressing information. “That depends, are you free tonight?” 

“Hmm, let me think” you muse, staring off into space for dramatic effect. “I can be. That depends on what you had in mind.”

“Well, I was thinking I could pick you up for dinner and then…” He blows you a kiss that communicates his plan wonderfully, “Dinner.” 

You giggle, your sweet little crush on him more severe than ever, “Sure, I’d like that but, hold on, you don’t know where I live.” 

Seonghwa takes his gloves off, tossing them in the trash can by the door. “You’re my patient, remember? I literally have all of your personal information.”

“Isn’t that, like, a violation of patient privacy or something?” 

Seonghwa laughs off your comment, walking over to sneak in a goodbye kiss. “I’ve already violated your privacy once today, sweetheart. Can't hurt to do it again”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! do you have any fic recs about sherlock and john having to share a bed for a number of reasons for example they go to an inn and there is only one bed left!! do you also have any recs for sleepy sherlock. Thank you so much!

Hi Nonny!

You're in luck, I love bedsharing fics, and I'm going to use your list as an excuse to post up my next part!! Check these out:

BED SHARING Pt. 6

See also

The Speckled Blonde / BedSharing

BedSharing Pt. 2 and Insecure Sherlock

Bed Sharing Pt. 3

Bed Sharing Pt. 4 

Bed Sharing Pt. 5

Sleepy Fics

The Last Room At The End of The Hall by Corporate_cards (G, 219 w.,  1 Ch. || Fluff) – All things can wait, for finally things work, in the last room at the end of the hall. Part 1 of Random Things I've Written In Class -- Johnlock

Octopus by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 705 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Bed Sharing, Limpet Sherlock) – A week after Sherlock and John finally get together, and John is finding sharing a bed with Sherlock Holmes to be ... difficult, sometimes. If not downright suffocating.

A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Tobacco-Ash by Silvergirl (E, 11,475 w., 2 Ch. || No TRF AU || Cranky Sherlock, Alternating POV’s, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous John, Pining John, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, Bed Sharing, Sensuality, Cuddling, Touching) – A handsome academic approaches Sherlock about publishing his magnum opus on tobacco-ash in a prestigious scientific journal. Sherlock is quite flattered and flustered, and John’s nose is out of joint.In this little AU there is no Fall and no Mary. Instead, there is humor and smut. Truly a disproportionate amount of smut.

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

Domestic Matters by ohlooktheresabee (M, 29,404 w., 6 Ch. || Fantasy AU || First Meetings, Developing Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, BAMF Sherlock, BAMF John, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Supernatural Elements, Implied / Referenced Child Abuse, Elf Sherlock, Human/Elf Politics, Emotional Abuse, Possessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Buddy Greg) – All flatmates need to work out domestic matters between them - who does the dishes, who takes out the rubbish, how often does the carpet need to be vacuumed - these are part and parcel of sharing a living space together. However, when you’re an elf and your flatmate is going to be a human you just met, this rather complicates things…Very loosely inspired by 'The Elves and The Shoemaker' by The Brothers Grimm.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION|| Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

You Might Just as Well Be Blind by ArwaMachine (E, 56,625 w., 12 Ch. || Fake Relationship, For a Case, Bed Sharing, Platonic Cuddling, Jealous Sherlock, Oblivious John, BAMF Hudders, Fluff and Angst, Frottage, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Case Fic, Flirting, Pining John, POV John, Toplock, Possessive Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Infidelity) – When a serial killer starts targeting couples, Sherlock and John must do what they have to do in order to get to the bottom of things. Unfortunately, John already has a girlfriend. Surely pretending to be in a relationship with Sherlock won't pose any problems with his relationship, will it?

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being.  Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

[merakiui]

🌪️?

(ask game)

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

Ooo I'll sum up all of my upcoming wips!! :D

✧ Heartache Hospital (yandere!Scaramouche) - modern au, lots of angst, slight comfort, scara gradually learns to accept his own humanity, cherish the life he was given, and the friendship that you offer during the time he serves his "prison sentence" (hospital stay).

✧ The Most Dangerous Game (yandere!Jade) - smut/porn with plot, does it truly count as fwb if you're only fucking him because he has his brother's face? (twin with benefits???), unrequited love, the most troublesome love rivalry you will ever see because floyd isn't even competing, but his mere existence is a threat to jade. T_T

✧ LLH order (yandere!Alhaitham) - it's difficult to sum this one up because it's really just: alhaitham helps you get back on your feet after your poor life choices leave you in a troubling position, and you begrudgingly accept his help even though he's annoying when he cares about you in subtle ways; you say you hate him, but do you really? :), lots of sexual tension, eventual non-con.

✧ Moonbroch (yandere!Octavinelle) - amnesia, captivity, escape attempt(s), lol in this context stands for Lots of Lies, right person but wrong time.

✧ Azul thought 2 sequel (yandere!Azul) - pregnancy, stalking, obsession, unlikely friendship (between ruggie and reader), some hurt/comfort (between leona and reader), leona is essentially: royal duties? i sleep. my wife is baby-trapped and now being stalked by a creepy, obsessive octopus? REAL SHIT?, leona is the best husband to have and also ruggie is the best friend you need amidst so much chaos.

✧ Eternally Ever After (yandere!Rook) - soulmate au, time loop, violence, death, fanfiction within fanfiction (which likely makes no sense now, but when you read the story you'll see what I mean hehe >:D), rook accumulates quite the kill count in this fic.

✧ The Crocodile's Dilemma (yandere!Riddle) - slight angst, family tensions (mama rosehearts is her own trigger warning; she's the worst. >_<), captivity, post-canon fic, riddle rosehearts: law-abiding doctor by day and novice criminal by night.

[tytach]

The Life We Wish We Had

Written by @tytach, @noiter00123 llustrated by @the-real-pocket-egg Beta by @weshney, @sparkstar-trash

Word count: 33,365

Chapters: 6/6

Rating: Mature

Ao3 Warning: Major Character Death Relationships: Miguel O’Hara/Dana D’Angelo, Peter B. Parker/Mary-Jane Watson, Miguel O’Hara & Peter B. Parker

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Dana D’Angelo, Peter B. Parker, Lyla, Jordan Boone, Mary-Jane Watson, Doctor Octopus, Gabriel O’Hara

Tags: Pre-Canon, Character Study, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tone shift, Pregnancy, Child Loss, Bridging the comics and movie lore gap, Identity Reveal, Mending relationship, No Smut, Multiple POVs, Unreliable Narrators, Brutal ending, Mention of blood and injuries

Summary:

"We all want to live the life we wish we had. Believe me, I have tried. And the harder I tried, the more damage I did."  - Miguel O’Hara

Ever since having his DNA spliced with a spider’s, Miguel’s personal life has become a mess. A hidden identity, troublesome mutations, and increasingly frequent bouts of anger tear at his sanity daily. So when his ex-fiancée gets sucked into another dimension, well —  that’s just one more act to the shit show, isn't it?

...or so he thought.

As it turns out, getting stranded in a new world with her and the ever-annoying Peter B. Parker might be exactly what he needs to turn his life around.

A story exploring the trauma behind Miguel’s behavior and convictions in Across the Spiderverse.

@spiderversebigbang

[spider-stark]

You answered me, thank you very much! I'm also loving you and Infinitely You, I look forward to a new part coming out every day! <3 And while I mentioned Tobey! Peter before and how much I love him, may I ask if you plan to do something exclusively for him? Who knows anything about Reader being the daughter of one of the villains like Norman or Doctor Octopus and Peter falling head over heels in love with her, or just a smut. I'm really looking forward to reading about Tobey! Peter simply.

thank you!!! i’m so glad that you’re enjoying it so far <3

i actually would like to do something for tobey! my crush on young tobey maguire (and even now lol) hasn’t died yet, so i have been thinking of working on something for him! i’m also still working to get better on writing smut, cause it’s something i don’t have a lot of experience writing, so i’ll add him to that list as well haha

i also love the idea of writing about a reader that’s related to norman or otto? that is actually an amazing idea and i will definitely be trying my best to utilize that cause i think it could be cute and maybe a lil angsty <3

[6rookie-writer0110]

So how about a Olivia doctor octopus from the spiderverse movie smut with Young 20 yo Male Reader being Spider-Man and forgot about their anniversary and rushes home to find it all dark and then gets tied up with Olivia's tentacles and sits on his face while a tentacles plays with his dick and balls edging him for hours

Bro 😳

[s0xmsstuff]

Presentation – Sox.

– My name is Soxmsstuff, but you can just call me Sox! I write things generally about Spiderman (atvs, itsv )

Open Request!

Masterlist ! – Fandoms I'm in !

– Spiderman

• Miguel knows his stans

• Web Slinger x Prostitute!reader

• Y!Spider-Noir x Male!reader

•Y!Doctor Octopus x Gn!reader (platonic)

– Welcome Home

• Yandere!Wally x reader

– The Walten Files

• Y!Felix Kranken x Gn!reader

– Slashers

• Y!Chop Top (Robert) x Gn!reader

●Y!Randy Meeks x Gn!reader

– Adventure Time !

• Soon !

What I write !

• Yandere ( Romantic , Platonic )

• fluffy

• Angst

• Smut ( Kinks , BDSM , Noncon , con )

• Reader ( Gn , Fem , Male )

• Gore

I don't write !

• pedophilia

• Incest

• Character x Character

• polyamorous ( I don't know much about the subject and I don't want to disrespect third parties. )

• Fetishes ( Less if they have to do with the participation of feces or feet. )

• Ocs ! ( I would like it to be as inclusive as possible when writing about the reader ! )

I remind you that English is not my first language! I mostly use a translator to make this type of content. If you find any grammatical errors, you are free to point them out!

– Sox !

[nekovmancer]

Burning Desire

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

Also posted in AO3

gif source: here

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

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

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

But who could blame you at all?

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

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

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

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

And speaking of the devil…

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

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

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

In fact, a million times fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

“Wait… what?!”

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

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

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

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Hi, I love love love cuddling, hand holding and kissing before being in a relationship, got any more, please 🙏

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Ah, I don't have a lot of new fics to add, but I need a list for this weekend, so here you are!! Not EXACTLY what you're looking for but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway :)

HUGS, CUDDLES AND KISSES Pt 7

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Tooth Rotting Fluff

Hugs & Cuddles and Tooth-Rotting Fluff (Pt. 2)

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Hand Holding (for Comfort)

First Kiss

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