#alfred molina smut

[ladyinwriting18]

The Experiment (Doc Ock x Reader)

Summary: Otto Octavius has come up with a little experiment. Will you be able to prove the doctor's hypothesis correct?

Words: 6,241 Co-Author: simpremerat

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Sex In Lab, Multiple orgasms, spanking, sex toys, PIV, oral (female receiving)

“I expect you in my lab at 10:00pm, little sunbeam. I have so much planned for you, it would be a shame to delay because I have to punish you for being late.” The text from your boyfriend sends you into a tail-spin of questions. Was he surprising you with a night on the town? Or having dinner sent to his lab? Should you dress classy? Sexy? Would there be other people there? You read over his text.

The word ‘punish’ jumps out at you from your cell phone screen. The ominous undertone is impossible to ignore. Otto Octavius isn’t one to pussy foot around. He wouldn’t threaten a consequence if he didn’t plan on keeping true to his word.

Throughout your entire relationship he’s always been very clear and concise with his feelings, wants, and expectations. He’s an excellent communicator which was one of the many aspects that made dating him so easy.

Your heart rate picks up just enough to cause the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Whatever he had planned, it clearly wasn’t going to be your typical dinner date. With this in mind you start getting ready. If Otto had gone out of his way to plan something special for you, then you would dress the part for him. You would make it worth Daddy’s while.

Your hands run over your body as you slip on a new lingerie set. It’s sheer with swirls of lace flower patterns all done in your favorite color. It makes you feel overly feminine and beautiful. Over it you put on a simple black cocktail dress, so as not to ruin the surprise underneath. Stepping into your black heels and adding final touches to your make up, you find yourself anxiously checking the clock. While cheekily showing up a few minutes late sounds enticing, it would surely prolong the surprises of the night. With your mind made up, you lock your front door and make your way down the street in the direction of Otto’s lab.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few blocks away Otto is doing his own last minute preparations. All the while his mind spins with possibilities of what he could do with his pretty princess behind the walls of his lab. The rest of the staff had long since left for the evening, ensuring there would be no interruptions. Thrilling as it might have been to have the threat of discovery hanging over your heads, he wouldn’t share this, or you, with anyone.

He’d already changed out of his normal work attire. Instead of a lab jacket, he wore his leather duster coat. His chest is bare but he wears black pants, and heavy leather boots.

Otto waits by the table that ordinarily serves as a workstation. Well….he supposes in a way it still is. However, it no longer holds his notes and microscope because very soon his perfect girl would be on top of it. Beside it, a tray with an array of toys, all new. He couldn’t have the ‘data’ corrupted by being predictable. You’re always so…curious about his work, and so he came up with an idea for an ‘experiment’. Just. For. You. He glances down at his watch to check the time before flicking his gaze towards the glass double doors at the exact moment you walk in. 

Right on time like the good girl you are. 

The smile that is reserved for only you breaks over his lips, but when he pauses to take you in, his eyes darken with undisguised lust. He would have had the same reaction to you showing up in sweats, but seeing that you had gone out of your way to please him leaves him hard. “Oh sunbeam, you’re perfect.” A content hum follows his words as he closes the distance between you. 

“Hi Daddy. Did I make it on time?” You ask cutely even though you were right on time.

Otto grins at your clear search for praise. He catches your chin in his palm and tilts your face to meet his gaze. His little sunbeam in the palm of his hand. “You did. Such a good girl, doing exactly as Daddy asked and coming to his lab.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip, “And looking so beautiful too. You spoil me, don’t you?” You blossom under his praise and lean into his touch. He makes you feel so good with just a few words and a light touch to your chin. “I’m glad Daddy thinks I look beautiful.” If you wanted to say more, you weren’t given the chance because he inclined his head to claim your lips. The kiss is soft and deceivingly chaste as his mind fills with the image of your makeup running down your face  from yet another orgasm. 

“Forgive the secrecy,” He mumbles against your lips, reluctant to break away. Still he trades the hold he has on your chin for your hand. “But I thought you might enjoy a surprise.”

Your eyes light up at the word. 

Hand in hand, he guides you further into the lab towards the table you usually find him working at. His supplies are gone, and it takes you only seconds to realize he intends to replace it with you.

You aren’t given the chance to voice your realization before the touch of Otto’s lips brush against the shell of your ear so he can murmur into it.

“Daddy wants to show his curious girl his work. A little experiment. Would you like to hear about it?”

He catches a lock of your hair, and twists it around his finger before giving it a soft tug like a bell. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your ear in such a way that you find yourself clenching your thighs together. You nod your head and he continues. “I want to test a hypothesis. I think my Little Sunbeam can give me at least four orgasms tonight while her Daddy uses her like his good, eager little cum slut on his table.” Your knees nearly buckle. Wicked man. Such a wicked man with an even more wicked mind. “Do you think you can prove my hypothesis right?”

His words break you from your thoughts. 

You meet his gaze. The passion in his dark eyes penetrates your soul. You lean in to press the tip of your nose to his. “What does my Doctor need me to do first?”

A grin spreads across his features. Even his metal claws click with excitement. It’s a sin of how effortlessly perfect you are. He chuckled indulgently at your quick agreement and wonders if you’ll keep it once you realize what he has in store. Not that his plans are bad, but he didn’t intend on either of you leaving this lab until you were a wet, dripping mess that was barely capable of coherency. Straightening his spine, he runs a single hand along your side. “First, I need you to hold still.” His hand continues its path, moving up to take hold of the zipper at the back of your dress. He pulls it down until the smooth black material is a dark puddle at your feet. When he catches sight of what lies underneath, his eyes widen. You look over your shoulder to see his reaction to your new lingerie set being revealed to him. You can’t help but giggle at how stunned he seems. Surprising him has always brought you great joy, this moment is no different.

“You are….exquisite, Little Sunbeam.” Otto breathes out, inclining his head to kiss your bare shoulder.

His praise has you nearly wiggle your ass back into him, feeling mischievous. A feeling that quickly fades as large hands make their way up your arms and then around to the front of your body. “Otto,” Your mouth falls open in a moan when his hands cup your breasts. He palms them  while his fingers easily find your nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric of your bra. The lace is so thin that you might as well be naked. Your nipples harden from his touch. He knows your body too well, alternating between pinches and light tugging that leave you squirming in his grasp. 

You can already feel Otto’s hardness pressed into your backside. It only worsens your squirming. Your hands grip at his sleeves while he paws at you.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” The smugness in his voice tells you that he already knows the answer, but still you know he’ll expect an answer. “Yes, Doctor Octavius.”

You swear he purrs at the sound of you using his formal title. “Keep holding still while Daddy helps you onto the table?” You nod and he bends, hooking an arm under your knees and keeping the other around your back so he can lift you off your feet. Even though he had warned you, you still giggle loudly when your feet leave the ground. “Daddy is so strong.” You whisper as nerves bubble in your belly. The two of you had been intimate countless times before, but tonight seems different. More….sexually charged.

You can’t deny that your cunt is already damp behind the lace of your panties. Otto gently sets you down on the table, helping you to lay back before two of his tentacles snaked around him. The cool metal claws glide down your stomach, thighs, and calves. Your body arches to meet their touch. You enjoy the feeling of them just as much as you enjoy the touch of his hands. To you, they are just extensions of the man you love, and therefore a part of him. And like a good girl, you love every part of your Daddy.

The claws lock into place around your ankles and slowly start pulling your legs further apart, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy, concealed only by a scrap of feminine fabric. Your toes curl inside of your heels, as the throb of your cunt becomes stronger. You feel like his toy. Like his personal plaything, all laid out on his lab table. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cum. “Now, Daddy has bought some new things, and he’s going to use them…but first—” He looms over you, bending down to whisper to you, his face hovering just above your own. “First, I want to see if I can make my girl gush all over my face with just my tongue. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Your cheeks flush but you nod without hesitation, and beg for the chance. “Please can I? Can I cum on your tongue?”

“Of course my good girl can.” Otto growls, lips twisting into a smirk as he moves to the end of the table. His claws drag you down towards him so you’re in the perfect position. He runs his hands up your legs, appreciating the smooth warmth of your flesh. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he traces the pretty lace pattern of your panties, “As lovely as you look in these, they’re keeping me away from what’s mine.”

The sharp sound of ripping echoes throughout the lab. He’s ripped your panties clean off your body, revealing your glistening sex to his gaze. He bends down, releasing a raspy exhale before turning his head to leave kisses on your inner thighs. You whine, bucking your hips off the table. He’s taking his sweet time but you need that skillful mouth of his on your cunt. You continue your impatient movements, struggling within the hold of his claws. But Otto is unphased. He won’t be rushed. A third tentacle moves to press into your lower abdomen. There is something so darkly appealing about the way you squirm for him. The thought that you’re so needy that you can’t stay still. He didn’t have the heart to continue being cruel, so he glides his tongue down to your slit. He groans at the taste of you. “You taste devine my sweet girl.” He explores your depths with his tongue, savoring the taste of you like you were his last meal. You’re about to plead for more, but the words die in your throat the second his mouth wraps around your clit. He sucks at that throbbing, swollen gem of yours, loving the way your thighs shake. His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you closer and holding you just where he wants you. “Mmmhh! F-Fuck, right there!” Your hands grip the sides of the table, knuckles white from how he sucks harder on your clit. You throw your head back since his claws stop you from doing much else. “Feels so good! Don’t stop. Please don’t! You’re s-so good with y-your mouth, Daddy!”

The muscles in your stomach tighten as his tongue steadily works you higher to your peak. His mouth is so warm, wet, and fucking perfect. The pleasure he gives is almost deafening. Your blood pumps through your veins so hard that you swear you can hear it.

You can remember in the beginning of your relationship when Otto was determined to learn every inch of your body. It wasn’t something most men bothered with, but not Otto Octavius . No, he had studied you so he could turn you into the mewling mess you are now.

You’re so close to cumming that you aren’t sure you’ll even get the chance to ask permission before you do, but still you try. “I’m so close to cumming. Please let me cum? Please let your experiment give you her first orgasm?” He can’t drag himself away from your soaked cunt long enough to tell you that making you cum is the whole point. So instead he nods while lapping away at your clit. His permission is a blessing. The moment he gives it you let go and cum hard, gushing all over his face. “Mmmh my good, sweet girl.” Otto moans into you, lapping up every drop his tongue can catch. It’s only when he feels your body still that he gently withdraws. The tentacles on your stomach and ankles slide away as he straightens and walks back to the head of the table. You feel dazed, your mind only having enough function to tell you to refill your lungs with air. A hand runs over your sweat-dampened hair. Your eyes flutter open to find Otto hovering over you with a proud smile adorning his lips. He stares at you as if admiring a piece of fine art. His eyes roam, taking in how incredible you look blissed out. Your face flushed, your hair tousled, your nipples peaked behind the fabric of your bra, your legs spread wide. To him you are a masterpiece. 

“Daddy is so proud of you. You did so well for me. And I know you can do it again, can’t you?” You bask in his praise, not hesitating to answer, “Yes Doctor, I can cum for you again.” “Good, whenever you’re ready, turn over onto your knees with your ass up.” Wanting to give you time he walks over to the tray table and picks a single item from it. By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve already moved yourself into position. Your face and upper body lays flat on the table while your knees are propped up with your back arched, leaving your ass and cunt on full display. A tremor runs through you from being this exposed, but it also feels good to simply obey and forget about everything else. Something catches your eyes, a long black piece of silk dangling from his finger. Your brain quickly registers that it’s a blindfold. “Would you like to wear this for me?” You nod and stay still as he ties the blindfold in place. The world around you goes dark but heightens your other senses. “If you become overwhelmed or need to stop you tell me. Immediately. Is that understood?” 

You’re touched that even after all this time he still takes his time to remind you of the parameters of your dynamic. “Yes Otto.” He hums, pleased by your response. Shortly after, your ears pick up on the sound of his steps walking away and then coming closer again. You can only assume it’s to gather more items. You try to listen for more clues but the only thing you hear is a small thunk of something being placed beside you on the lab table. “Are you nervous about what the Doctor is going to do with his beautiful, cock hungry experiment next?” You aren’t given the chance to answer before he starts running something along your body. It starts at the nape of your neck and travels down your spine. You automatically recognize the touch of leather. It caresses your skin as strands of it fall on either side of your body.. You shake your head and answer him. “I’m not nervous. I want it, want to feel it.” He stops at your backside, letting the handle rest just between your asscheeks. “Then tell me; what do you think this is that I’ve been running along your skin?” He’s certain you know but he wants to hear you say it. “A flogger? Made of leather.” He chuckled indulgently at your accurate guess, tapping the hand of the flogger to the base of your spine. “Clever girl. Yes, a flogger made of leather. Just for you.” You preen under his praise, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth. That is until something is pressed against your nipple. You gasp at the vibrations that instantly cause your nipple to harden. “Do you feel what else I can do to this magnificent body of yours?” You don’t know where the vibrator came from but you don’t care. “Yes Daddy. I want more. Please give me more?” “My poor, pretty little experiment. Already so desperate when the doctor just made her cum.” His tone is soft, a mix of sympathy and degradation. Caught between his desire to pleasure you and make you mad for just the thought of his touch. He moved the vibrator to your other nipple, pressing it down a little harder. Your pleas grow louder and his tentacles stir around him, reacting to his thoughts. You owed him a few more orgasms and he was planning on getting them. Lowering his hand from your nipple, he brings the vibrator down your stomach, circles your navel before bringing it to your clit. Your hips buck back just as the leather strands slap across your backside. You cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure has you gasping. You aren’t sure it can get much better but then the vibrator shifts, sliding through your slick folds and slipping inside.

However the stimulation on your clit isn’t lost, making you realize that the toy he’s using has a second attachment to stimulate your clit and g-spot simultaneously. You cry out his name but it’s cut off by the flogger being brought back down onto your ass. 

His jaw clenches at the sound of it against your skin. “Your skin marks so easily.” Even if it’s faint, just those two strikes left traces of pink across your skin. Small marks of his possession that only left him hungry for more. The leather strands snap across your back. You give a high pitched yelp from the impact. “Fuck! Thank you Daddy! Mark me more Daddy? Please?” You grind back onto the toy the more he whips your ass. Your cunt is so slick that you’re starting to drip. “So fucking wet.” He breathes, “How long do you think it’ll take you this time, Little Sunbeam?” His gaze roams over every inch of you. Your submission is his favorite possession. Far more priceless than the money and power and prestige he’d once allowed to be his everything. As important as his work is to him and as much time as he devoted to it, it’s moments like these when he knew he’d gladly give it all up for you.

His perfect sunbeam. 

He pumps the toy in harder, increasing the pace while the second attachment buzzes against your swollen clit. You pant and whine each time the toy hits your g-spot. It feels so good that you have difficulty holding steady. Your whole body trembles under the build of tension and pleasure. The flogger comes down again and your cunt clenches around the vibrator, hard enough that you gush. “Otto!” You cry out his name, knowing you’re close but he doesn’t stop the movement of either of his hands. Three more strikes to your ass and you’re falling apart. “That’s it, cum again for me Sunbeam.”

Your ears ring from how hard your orgasm hits. Involuntarily your thighs clamp together around the toy and his hand. Your body is as stiff as a board until the waves of your orgasm subside. Only when your muscles relax does your body unfurl and your head rests back down on the lab table. Seeing that you’re starting to lay back down does he carefully slide the toy from your depths before passing it and the flogger to one of his awaiting claws so they could return the items to the tray. He places his hand on your back and rubs soothing circles against your soft skin. 

“Keep breathing, Princess. Nice and slow. Daddy’s going to take the blindfold off now.” He does just that, sliding it off slowly so you could adjust to the light. Once it’s off he tosses it aside. His actuators began moving around you and turn you on your back. Coming face to face with him and you smile, cheeks flushed from your two orgasms. “Hi Daddy.” He returns your smile. “Are you alright? Do you need a break? Water?” He questions softly while his gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your soaked cunt and the glistening pleasure on your thighs. 

You reach up to cup his cheek, “I’m more than alright. I want to keep going. I still need to give Daddy two more.” “Very well, Sunbeam.” He smirks and reaches for you again, tracing his thumbs over your nipples. “Would you like to choose what you cum on next? Another toy? Or perhaps my fingers in those leather gloves you like?”  

Your chest arches into his touch, eyes about to fall shut until he mentions his gloves. You perk up at that. “Gloves. Please use your leather gloves.” 

He turns his face into the hand at his cheek and leaves a kiss to your palm before stepping away so he could grab his gloves. Moving back to your side, he lets you watch him slip his large hands into the cool, stiff material. He reaches out and traces his index finger along your jawline. “My Little Sunbeam…so sweet, so responsive. Will you keep being a good girl for me and get my fingers as wet as that cunt of yours?” He brings two fingers to your lips, seeking entrance. You take the thick digits into your mouth, moaning at the taste of leather that fills your senses. You start by delicately sucking, trying to retain that image of innocence to entice him further. It’s your favorite game to play. Being the innocent mouse caught in his sharp claws. You coo around his fingers and stare at him with wide eyes. He looks back at you and curses under his breath at the feeling of your mouth and that pleading look you’re giving him. 

It’s all too much. With his free hand, he unzips and unbuttons his pants so his cock springs free from the fabric. It curls up towards his navel as he wraps his hand around the base. “You’ve had me hard for you all day, Little Sunbeam. I’ve been distracted with thoughts of you since this morning.” His confession has your face heating up, but it’s the breathlessness of his voice that has your eyes traveling down his body. You find him stroking his length in his gloved hand, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Your hips buck and a long muffled moan leaves you at the sight. You twitch with want, finding it difficult to stay still while watching him. And the worst part is, he knows it. “See something you like?” You nod with a whimper, hands reaching for him to grip the opening of his coat. “Does my experiment want her Doctor’s cock?” You whimper louder and try to pull him closer by his jacket, but Otto doesn’t budge. Instead he slips his now wet fingers from your mouth so he can shift his attention to your cunt. “Always such a good, good girl.” He mumbles, and places just his thumb on your clit, stroking it as soft as he would a kitten begging for attention. “And if my good girl wants my cock then she’s going to have to give me that third orgasm before I cum all over her tits. Can you do that?” “Yes, Daddy. I can do th-nghh!” Your words turn into sounds as his index and middle fingers slip inside you. He begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your depths. Your mouth falls open and your brows knit together, pleasure once again crumpling your expression. His thumb presses harder against your clit, circling it and making your entire body jolt as if being shocked with electricity. “Yes! Don’t stop! More, please more!”

Your cries has his fist moving faster up and down his length. To him, you’re nothing short of a religious experience. He can hear your wetness smash against his gloves, eliciting a deep guttural groan from his chest. “You better hurry with that orgasm or Daddy is going to end up painting your chest.” His head tilts back in pleasure as he moves his hand in tandem with quickening thrusts of his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His need builds by the moment. But then again, so is yours. Your cunt repeatedly clenches around his leather clad digits. Your body quakes and your mind feels fogged over with heat. You can’t pull your eyes from him, watching as his head tilts back. But still you manage to grind down on his fingers. 

His fingers hit you deep, causing fresh juices to spill out of you and coat the palm of his glove. It's all too much, too erotic. Watching him touch himself. The feeling of leather inside and pressed to your clit. You’re starting to come apart much faster than you thought possible after already cumming twice, but your body seems determined to give Otto whatever he wants. “Daddy!” You gasp, not capable of stopping what’s coming. “So c-close! I–mmmhhh!” You can’t even finish your sentence before your hips arch off the table and your inner walls spasm. You scream out his name as you cum. It hits you hard, takes your breath away, and rocks your body off its axis. You suck in air to try and refill your lungs. It feels as if you’ve just ran a mile. You slump back and a few overstimulated tears roll down your cheeks. He withdraws his fingers from your core slowly and carefully, all the while keeping a close eye on you as you come down from your high. Ridding himself of his soiled gloves, his hands come to cup your face. His thumbs glide over your cheeks to wipe away your tears. “My perfect girl. Daddy’s here. He has you.” He lets one of his hands move to your hair, catching a lock of it and twining it around his index finger. His loving voice and soft touch cause you to stir, the corners of your mouth twitch in an attempt to smile. You’re floating on a cloud or maybe an ocean wave. 

Whichever it is, you feel amazing. Tired, but weightless. The feeling of subspace keeps you warm until your eyes manage to flutter open. Your eyes meet, seeing that his face only inches from your own has you humming. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen you look so spent before, he rather enjoys it. 

“I’m so proud of you, Little Sunbeam. You’ve done so well for me. Better than I could have imagined.” You swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you could speak. “I like making Daddy proud.”

With a smile Otto leaves a kiss at your hairline. “Now…I think you can prove my hypothesis correct and give me one last orgasm, but you must tell me if you need to rest. I won’t have you passing out or uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy my cock just as much as I’m going to enjoy giving it to you.” 

He mentions finally giving you his cock and your arm comes to wrap around his broad shoulders. You pull him in so you could lazily kiss his mouth, forgetting all about his question. But your throat starts to feel dry again, forcing you to pull back. “I don’t want to stop. I want to finish Daddy’s experiment, but can I have some water first?” “Of course you can, my love.” He breathes, but doesn’t move away. Instead one of his metal claws slithers over to grab a bottle of water from the tray table. “Here, let Daddy help you.” 

The same metal arm snakes around your shoulders and guides you upwards so you don’t choke. He unscrews the cap and brings the bottle to your lips, letting you drink your fill. As much as his cock begs for attention, nothing is worth endangering your health. “Drink as much as you need, Little Sunbeam.” You do, greedily drinking more than half of the bottle. The water feels so good sliding down your raw throat. When you’ve finished you pull back and breath contently through your mouth. Otto’s claw pulls back, letting you rest back down on the lab table and discarding the bottle. “Soooo,” You draw the word out while batting your eyes up at him. “Does this mean I can have Daddy’s cock now?” 

He tosses his head back with a gruff chuckle. Leave it to you to be on the brink of exhaustion and then in the blink of an eye be ready for more at the thought of his cock. “Don’t fret, Princess. I think we’ve both waited long enough.” He straightens his spine and walks to the edge of the table. The actuators move with him, two of them trailing down your legs before clasping around your ankles to pull you forward so that your feet dangle over the edge and Otto can step between your thighs. He hadn’t bothered to tuck his cock back into his pants, allowing it to now rest against your cunt. His wraps around the base to guide it through your folds, teasing you from your slit to your clit. “I thought you said we’ve both waited long enough?” You pant and squirm.

  A wicked grin spreads across his features. “Hm, I did say that, didn’t I?” Without another word he slams inside you. You gasp at every inch being pushed into you so fast. 

He immediately tenses, moaning at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole. He feels your walls flutter around him, trying to accommodate his size. “My Sunbeam is always so tight.” He groans, closing his eyes and gripping your hips in his firm grasp. You moan in response and throw your arms around his neck. He starts by moving out slowly, then back in, giving you time to adjust. But Otto knew he couldn’t wait much longer, not after watching you cum three times.

Brown eyes look down and sees his cock glistening from your juices. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. He slams into you, unable to keep his pace slow, earning him a yelp from your trembling lips. “I’ve waited all night for this. To stretch you out with my cock and use you like my perfect little toy.” Your eyes are glued to one another as he talks. Both of you taking in the other’s blissful expressions. You find yourself clinging onto his shoulders, nails clawing at his flesh. You’re so turned on, so stimulated from every orgasm he’s given you. 

The movement of his claws catches your eye. They seem to be opening up a bottle of lube. “Daddy? What’s that for?”

“What’s that for?” He repeated slowly, enjoying your anticipation. Your mounting need. He could almost taste that final orgasm. “This is a lube I created just for you. To make sure my Sunbeam experiences the most pleasure possible for her last orgasm.” He keeps up the momentum of his thrusts while his claw brings the bottle over you and starts to drizzle the contents onto your cunt. “Daddy made it?” You gasp when he tells you he’s created the lube for you. It makes you feel so loved that he’s taken time away from his busy seclude to create something so intimate for you. At first you feel nothing new, but the more Otto thrusts into you the harder your inner walls clench. The lube seems to be stimulating you and making your cunt feel warm. “D-Daddy! It’s making my pussy tingle.” You whine, head tilting back at the overwhelming sensation. 

“That’s it, Princess. Surrender to it.” His fingers press firmer into the swell of your hips. The likelihood that you’ll have fingerprints bruised into your skin come morning grows. He thrusts in and out of your core as his claw drip more lube directly onto your clit. It’s harder for him to speak now, but he grits the words out. “Rub your clit for Daddy.” Your toes curl at his gruffer tone. You know what it means, that he’s close to cumming. Not wanting him to cum without you, you reach a trembling hand down between your legs. You stroke your clit in smooth circles while staring up into his dark eyes. “Like this Doctor?” He grunts, beads of sweat forming along his hairline. “Just like that. Doing so well for me.” You want to say more but the lube kicks in, causing your clit to throb beneath your fingertips. Your toes curl, finding it hard to keep focus. You stroke your clit faster and grind down to meet his thrusts. Your mind goes blank. The tingling of the lube and being stretched out by his cock has you shaking as a familiar tension spreads throughout your lower body. Your free hand grips the edge of the lab table while the rest of you shakes and Otto knows your peak is drawing near. “That’s it Sunbeam, prove your doctor’s hypothesis. Cum for me just one more time.” 

Heat is rising in your body. Every muscle feels like a bowstring pulled taunt. “I’m gonna! I’m gonna!” You can’t even complete your sentence before your body jolts and your orgasm hits. Your vision blurs and a ringing echoes in your ears. Above you, Otto tosses his head back with a shout. Your inner walls closed in around him so tightly that it caused him to cum right along with you. 

He fills you to the brim, emptying every drop inside your depths. Without warning he moves his hands to rest on either side of your head, caging you in so he can lean down and kiss you. You purr, gripping the front of his jacket to hold him in place, but you’re much too weak for that. The kiss doesn’t last long. You’re both shaking too hard. Your chests rise and fall with labored breaths. The air around you starts to settle. You both stay tangled together even after his cock softens and slips out of you. The thought of being parted is too much to bear for either of you. Otto is the first to speak while gently stroking your sweat-dampened hair back. “You truly are magnificent, Little Sunbeam. So perfect for your Daddy.” He holds you close and places kisses at your cheeks, the tip of your nose and then your forehead. You nuzzle into his kisses with a giggle and brush your lips along his before he reluctantly straightens his back. “You, my dear, are a true marvel. Giving me orgasm after orgasm. Daddy is so proud of you.” His claws have already pulled a chair beside the lab table. He pulls his pants back on before curling his arms around you to lift you into his embrace and sitting down in the chair. Feeling his body heat has you tucking yourself even closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Both of you are content to simply bask in the afterglow. His fingers play along your spine. You coo at the pleasant feeling and listen to his velvet like voice. “Daddy has you. Rest now, my love. I’m here to take care of you. I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready.” You nod and let your eyes drift close. You aren’t sure how much time passes and neither of you cares. Both of you have what you need and that’s each other. A playful grin tugs at the corners of your mouth before you open your mouth to speak.  “I’m glad your experiment was successful, Doctor Octavious.”

Otto chuckles, squeezing you tightly as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“As am I, Little Sunbeam. As am I.”

#lady in writing #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #otto octavius smut #alfred molina #otto octavius fanfiction

[braindead94]

Finger licking good

(me and friends were talking about Comte and how fucking hot and restrictive his is and one thing mead to another my mind went-)

You blinked while looking at the explosion of melted chocolate all over your kitchen walls and counter. The new electric mixer in front of you continue to spin fast before you slowly rematches out and turned it off. Maybe Comte was right about these new gadgets.

A heavy sigh left your sweet covered lips as you mentally prepare yourself to clean everything up when you heard a gasp behind you

Turning around, you paled when you say your husband standing in the doorway, looking at you with widen brown eyes that almost look like they were overtaken by his dark pupils. “Comte, mi amor! I’m so sorry for the mess!” You began, looking down at your Sunday dress and wince how the chocolate splattered not only your good fabric but also your arms and hands. Damn, everything felt so sticky.

“I’ll get all of this cleaned up before nightfall, don’t worry-“ he cut you off as he zoned on your lips. You didn’t even get a chance to blink let alone see him cross the kitchen as his large hands held your face, spreading the sweet more.

He moaned in a gutted voice, sucking your bottom lip as his tongue lick your cheeks. His tall, strong body lean yours onto the counter hard as if he was trying to mix you two together as he lap up more chocolate. “Mfh-Comte, what has-“ he kissed you again, the sweet taste of the ingredient hitting your mouth before you raised your sticky hands to his face, to at least slow him down while his hands began to group you, kneed on your breast and hiking his hips agesnt yours.

Comte only took your hands and started to suck on your chocolate fingers with another moan, his handsome face already smothered in the brown sweet and his always groomed hair started to get to deshuffled. “Dear-my dove-“ he gasped while cleaning each finger like he was drinking water from your finger tips.

His brown eyes were blown with dark as he looked down at your withering form, a warm pressure grew in your core while his body shook with NEED. “You taste so good as you look, I just need to eat you me dove.” He growled as he hoisted your bottom onto the messy counter.

You’re definitely going to add chocolate to your nightly activities later <3

#Smut #Comte #molina verse #chocolate #chocolate film #alfred molina

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝THE PUNISHMENT.❞

(not my gif)

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

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

word count: 2.4k

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

//////

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

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

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

Freshly filled and beautiful. Holy shit.

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

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

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

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

Fuck!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gulped and nodded rapidly. “Okay.”

//////

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

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

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

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

God, I hate myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I’m punishing you,” he told you.

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

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

Oh, god.

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

“Ow,” you mumbled weakly.

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

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

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

Then it hit you.

Oh, no.

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

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

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

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

Otto paused. “Just that makes you struggle?”

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

“I need you,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He caught you looking and smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you panted.

“What, you need to be fucked?”

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

“Need to be fucked raw?”

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

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

Your professor’s cock was inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your heart plummeting.

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

Oh. My. God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#doc ock #doctor octopus #doc oct #alfred molina #spider man no way home #no way home #doc ock x reader #doc ock x self insert #doc ock smut #doc ock x reader smut #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius smut #otto octavius x reader smut #dr octopus #dr ock

[illiana-mystery]

Chapter 3 is finally up! In this chapter, Oliver and Soleil have a heart-to-heart and have their first time together. Stay tuned for Chapter 4 where Oliver and Axel prepare a nice breakfast for Soleil and plan a picnic for them as their first date as a polycule. It's gonna be so cute! 😁

Taglist: @goodoldcharley​, @braindead94, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @lost-in-the-forest-again​, @freddiefredfive

#it's fluffy smut #my favorite #but this really begins the complicated relationship arch between them #since they remind each other of past loves #vampire/human #vampire fic #vampire fiction #vampire #vampires #period piece fiction #oliver syme #american friends #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fic #archive of our own #alfred molina

[heythereimashley]

I'm a puddle

#alfred molina #close to the enemy #harold destroy me challenge #i need more Harold smut

[obeydontstray]

A posted rp between Hank Spallone and a female OC Senator. Pure, unadulterated hate sex.

#show me a hero #smut #fanfiction #alfred molina #Hank Spallone

[electronikmilk]

Seeing God

i'm feral and absolutely sick to death of looking at this, so i'm finally posting it.

Manuel Aringarosa x f reader

Rating: 18+

Contains: Spanking, submissive Manuel, dom reader, also sex worker reader.

You sipped your coffee as you peeked through the curtains of your living room window. It was late, and most other lights in the houses along the street had gone out. You lived on the outskirts of Amsterdam in a little house on a quiet street, some twenty minutes by car from the city's hustle, bustle, and neon glow. 

Typically, you would be tucked away in bed, too, but you had a client scheduled for an incall session, and he wanted it done late at night for privacy. You understood this. Many others requested the same thing when they contacted you. 

This one, however, was...peculiar. 

Bishop Manuel Aringarosa of Opus Dei was now on your list of clients. 

You closed the curtain and went to nestle into the recliner by the loveseat, telling your Alexa to put on your Spotify playlist. You listened to Johnette Napolitano's husky voice begin to sing Mexican Moon. You enjoyed the seductive strumming of thick guitar strings as you reminisced about how Manuel ended up in your lap.  

Thinking of you underneath the Mexican moonlight...

Most of your clients emailed or texted you, but Manuel called out of the blue, nervously asking if booking him for an appointment was possible. He was polite and had a soothing voice with traces of a Spanish accent that you liked immediately. He made it clear right off the bat that he was, in fact, the head of Opus Dei in New York. You knew the order well, as did everyone else since they were ubiquitous and powerful. His honesty impressed you, but you had reservations about taking a man of the cloth as a client, especially someone of his rank. 

"I'm sorry, Father Aringarosa." You had told him, "But I don't think I can do that. Might I suggest the--"

"Señorita, por favor..." His voice strained with emotion before he cleared his throat, "My apologies, miss. But I...I need your help. Please hear me out. Just a few minutes of your time, please." 

Caught off guard, you went quiet. You could hear him sniffling on the other end. Was he crying? Feeling sorry for him, you said, "Alright, Father. Go on. Take your time." 

Aringarosa told you everything in a lengthy story that you listened to intently. He had confided in you that he had desires that had started to cloud his thoughts. Typical of a man of God, he described his interest as horrendously sinful. They had also become impossible to ignore in the past months, even with the comfort of praying and penance. You had asked what it was, and he hesitated to admit it. After some gentle coaxing and a long silence from Manuel, he said he wanted to see what it felt like to let go and give complete control to another person. But it was more than that; he wanted a living goddess to submit to. He wanted to be powerless and made to worship her by whatever means, even if it included him experiencing pain. 

Manuel treated the call like a confessional. Saying he had always craved something like this, even before entering the priesthood and taking his vows of celibacy. Suppressing it was difficult, and the only remedy was to throw himself headfirst into his ambitions within the church. It worked like a charm, and it sat dormant for the better part of twenty years. He eventually took head office at Opis Dei, and from there, all power over the order was in his hands, and he wielded it well. 

Despite his efforts, his desire to be powerless never entirely faded. It always lurked in the back of his mind, forced down but ready to bubble to the surface in solitude and his dreams. Undeterred, Manuel stubbornly told himself that he could manage it, that everything was fine, and went about his business. 

Then, it exploded to the surface once he took up extended residence in Amsterdam. 

The poor man, ashamed, admitted he visited the Red Light District the week he arrived (out of vestments, incognito, Manuel stressed). He claimed he didn't solicit any of the girls in the windows or wander into adult theatres or peep shows. But the temptation was there like a forbidden fruit beckoning Manuel to bite. Taste and know. 

"There were plenty of girls I would have paid to do unholy things to me." He confessed quietly. "And if I could, I would've submitted to every one of them..." 

He regretted setting foot in the district because it only enflamed the desire threefold, and by God did it burn. Day and night, it consumed him until he couldn't even be in the presence of the sisters and nuns he periodically came into contact with. The young novices, especially, drove him to the brink of flustered madness. Not fully covered like the cloistered nuns, he would feast upon the occasional glimpses of soft, girlish bangs and locks of wayward curls, the rounded curves of their calves exposed by their shorter skirts, their dainty hands, anything. He devoured it like a starving man. He would see himself kissing them in his mind, waiting upon them hand and foot, or allowing them to inflict pain so he may be rewarded and become their plaything. He saw himself without will, dignity, or purpose other than giving them pleasure. 

And no matter how much he willed the wicked craving away, it would not go. Manuel couldn't escape it, not even when he prayed alone within the stony walls of the nearby cathedral for his evening devotions, where he thought safety would be assured. It was not. The holy objects around him, the altar, the bloodied Christ on the cross, and the eyes of the Virgin, did nothing to stave off his lust. Prayers faltered, then died on his lips as fantasies danced in his head. The rosary hanging uselessly in his hand, he would look at the altar and think about what it would be like to worship the marvelous curves of the girls he all but ogled upon it. He wondered what it would be like to be bent over it by them and whipped into absolute submission. 

Thinking such thoughts in a holy place horrified him. 

Manuel's voice wavered when he explained how he fled and threw himself onto his knees once in his apartment, praying to God for forgiveness and purification. He prayed for his thoughts to be taken away and purged, but no matter how much he invoked God, Jesus, Mary, and the saints, he felt they weren't listening and feared he was forsaken. And even in these prayers, it took everything he had to focus on his lamenting instead of succumbing to the intense lure of the Red Light District and the beautiful women that danced for his attention through the windows and doorways. The fruit, now candied, demanded consumption. His mouth watered for it, but he couldn't, absolutely couldn't, be seen on those streets again.  

Manuel had to work up the courage to call when he found an online advertisement for your incall erotic services. He spent several evenings debating whether he should do it, his soul in shreds, longing for mending. The bishop almost begged you for help. He feared he would leave the order altogether if he didn't deal with his crisis. He needed to do it once. Just once. Money was no object. Hell, you didn't even have to have fuck him if you didn't want to. He was desperate. 

You felt overwhelming sympathy for the man, so you booked a session for the following week. After briefly discussing what was wanted and your set of rules and requirements, Manuel said he would bring everything he needed to act out his fantasy; you only needed to provide the atmosphere and a small table strong enough to hold your weight.

Manuel showed up to his arrangement out of his vestments, no cassock, no priest's collar, not even a crucifix, just a sweater, pressed slacks, and dress shoes. Incognito. As you should have suspected. A black Volkswagen Beetle was parked a block down the road. 

He was a handsome, somewhat portly man somewhere in his fifties. He had thick eyebrows and large brown eyes with an intense gaze. He was tall, too, reaching over six feet, appropriately imposing for a bigwig bishop. But despite his height and age, he seemed anxious standing outside your door, tugging at the collar of his sweater, and not looking you in the eye as he greeted you. He held a leather suitcase at his side.

"Hello, Father." You said, smiling kindly, "Come in. How was your drive? Not too hard to find the place, I hope?"

"Please, 'Manuel' is fine, my dear." He said, stepping into your home and taking off his shoes. "And the drive was fine, thank you. No trouble at all." 

"Oh, good. Would you like some tea? Or coffee? I have a lovely cream of Earl Grey that I'm trying. I can make you a cup if you like." 

"No. No, thank you." He replied, then took a deep breath to calm himself, "I'm sorry to be rude, but may we just--ah, may we just get to it? I don't want to take up too much of your time." 

"Of course. Please, come with me." You nodded, then gestured for Manuel to follow you into the finished basement, where you converted the unused study into a playroom. Manuel grabbed his suitcase and followed you down the carpeted stairs into a sizeable lilac-colored space. Black and white photos of naked, bound men and women hung on the walls, framed in intricately carved frames like fine art. Erotic tapestries draped parts of the wall, adding to the luxurious feel with a purple rug. An array of tools used for sensual torture, whips, paddles, ball gags, leather masks, and other toys hung on the far wall. Then there was your prized possession sitting front and center: a five-foot-tall alabaster statue of a nude woman with long flowing hair cascading down her back—a nondescript goddess figure with open arms and a calm face with closed eyes. An art-collecting client gave her to you quite a few years ago. She was cute, and you were fond of her. 

As discussed, you had pushed a coffee table into the center of the room, covering it with a white tablecloth like an altar. You situated the table facing the statue so it looked like the figure would be presiding over the session. Manuel had said he wanted the space set up like a temple, so you dimmed the lights and lit pillar candles around the room. Though the candles and lighting alone had seemed enough, you went further and took fake ivy and flowers to decorate your statue. You draped the ivy around her body, then twisted the stems of the flowers together to make a crown and placed it on her head. To finish off, you plucked the heads off the extra flowers and sprinkled them around the base at her feet, just for extra oomph. 

The statue's serene face seemed almost alive in the candlelight, like she was merely meditating. Looking at her, you were happy with your setup. 

"I don't have many religious things in my supplies, so I had to make do with what I had. I hope you don't mind." You said. When Manuel entered the room, he looked at the tools, the photos, and the statue, staring at her in amazement. 

"No. It's perfect, thank you. Quite beyond my expectations, actually..." He said, his voice quivering for a second. His head tilted then, and he seemed to think, suddenly looking uncomfortable, troubled. You noticed he gripped the suitcase handle tight, his knuckles becoming white. His eyes became a little glassy, and you worried he might start crying. 

"Are you alright?" You inquired and reached out to touch his arm. As soon as your fingers made contact, he jumped, snapping out of his thoughts. He nodded.

"Yes..." He said, then composed himself by clearing his throat and putting down his suitcase. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I-I suppose I'm just nervous."

"Don't apologize, hon. I understand. But don't worry, alright? I'll take good care of you, and if you want to stop, use the safeword like we discussed." You said, squeezing Manuel's arm. Manuel didn't speak for a moment, then he whispered.

"Do you believe in God? In sin?" 

You blinked at him, taken aback. 

No, absolutely not, you wanted to say. You never believed in the stuff. It was too limiting. Too old-fashioned and arbitrary. Why subject yourself to a religion and a god that frowns upon everything you ever do, no matter how harmless it is to others? Especially in such issues as sex, gender, and love. 

But you thought that conversation hardly mattered at the moment, and it appeared Manuel wasn't looking for your view on the matter anyway. You could see him shaking. He was scared, probably stalling, and it saddened you to see it. It must have been hard for him to lead such a life as a holy man when he had this craving that lifelong tradition taught him was disgusting, even evil, when it wasn't. While his position in the church and lifelong dedication to scripture and faith were admirable to a degree, the fact of the matter was that he was just a man. A man with desires. Natural, human desires that were far from evil. And it must have been challenging to put everything aside to indulge in those cravings. The weight of the guilt must have been excruciating. 

"No. I believe in human nature." You said softly. "But does that really matter right now? I'm not here to judge you, Manuel. It's not my place. And after everything you told me, I just want to help you. I don't think what you want to do is sinful. It's just sex, that's all. It's not hurting anyone, and we're both consenting, right? So I think it's all disco." 

Manuel gave a pained smile and nodded. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. I just..." He trailed off, shrugging helplessly.

"It's alright. Just relax and enjoy yourself, okay?" 

"Alright." 

"Are you sure you still want to do this?" You asked.

"Yes." He said, wiping the corners of his eyes. He sighed and slumped his shoulders in what looked like defeat. Surrender. You felt like he wanted to say more, but he didn't. You knew the words anyway; you could see it in his eyes. I need to. 

You nodded at him tenderly. Then he opened the suitcase to hand you a mantilla-style veil made from red lace. He had instructed you to wear it with whatever you wanted but no shoes so that he may kiss your feet. 

"If you don't mind, please change in the other room and come back in. I want to get everything just right." 

"No problem." You winked and turned to leave the room. 

You entered the bathroom and stripped down to nothing except black crotchless panties and thigh-high stockings. It delighted you that you could choose whatever you wanted. It was a rare occurrence since many clients were very particular about play attire. 

Manuel didn't ask for much when you asked what he wanted to enjoy during his session, just no shoes, the environment, and your power to dominate him. Otherwise, you could do whatever you wanted, a simple man with simple needs. 

You selected a black PVC sheath dress with full-length sleeves that you purchased last week. It was skin-tight, and you had to smooth it until it was cleaving to you like a glove. Luckily, it was extremely short, barely covering your ass so you could move freely. It was also lowcut with the closing zipper in the front, and you left it slightly open at the top for just a glimpse of cleavage. 

As you got ready, you started to smell incense smoke from the other room. It smelled familiar, something your old roommate used to burn back in university, earthy, sweet, and soft. Frankincense. Holy smoke, they liked to call it. You smiled, enjoying the smell as you beheld your reflection when you pinned the veil Manuel gave you into your hair, and you couldn't help but feel prideful in your appearance. You hoped Manuel would like it, too, as you exited the bathroom and re-entered the playroom. 

Ghostly wisps of fragrant smoke swirled around the room, dancing around the flickering candle flames, creating an illusion of holiness. A temple of sacred sex and play. Now, that was a church meeting worth going to.

Manuel knelt on the floor, as far away from the objects and table as possible, clasping a rosary. He spoke his prayers softly under his breath. He didn't notice you come in, and you thought it would be rude to interrupt, so you watched him as he prayed. A bottle of wine was on the table, and a gold engraved chalice was beside it, gleaming bright even in the dim light. Beside him was a red heart-shaped dish with the smoldering resin, which you thought looked out of place and fit right in. It was almost funny seeing it used by someone like him. Finally, after a few moments of silent praying, he crossed himself.

"In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti..." He whispered, kissed the crucifix, and put it into his pocket. 

"Manuel?" 

Manuel's head snapped up. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they widened, and he took a sharp breath, immediately averting his gaze. The tips of his ears turned red. 

"Manuel, are you ready?" You asked, approaching the table. 

"Yes..." Manuel whispered and started to rise. At that instant, you shifted into professional mode. 

"No." You said firmly and sat upon the altar. "You stay on your knees. And yes, what? Is that any way to address me?"

He froze momentarily, then went back onto his knees without protest. 

"No, ma'am. I'm sorry." 

"You are to address me as 'my Lady' and obey my every word when you're in this room." 

"Yes, my Lady." 

"Good boy," you smiled and beckoned him over, opening your legs slightly to give him a peak of your sex. Manuel bit his lip, swallowing thickly. "Come to me. Greet me properly." 

Manuel blushed but obeyed, crawling over and stopping at your feet. You lifted your foot, and Manuel leaned down and kissed it. He did it slowly, seeming to enjoy the action despite his shyness. 

He pressed his lips to the top of your foot and the tips of your toes. They were tender, cautious pecks that bordered on hesitation, though he didn't stop. 

"Aw, what a darling you are." You cooed. You reached down to caress the back of Manuel's neck. "Such a sweetie..." 

He pressed his lips harder, more fervently at your touch and words, letting out quiet moans. 

His shoulders relaxed, and he allowed himself to yield. He whispered between kisses now, silent praises that you couldn't quite hear. 

His tongue darted out, licking your toes, and then he sucked them through the stocking. You giggled at the sensation of the tongue tickling you and let him continue until he dared to bring his lips up to your shin. 

"Enough." You said, putting your foot back down. Manuel tried to follow it, but you leaned over and gripped his thick, dark hair. He winced as you tugged his head back up. "No, no, no, you do as I tell you. I'm your mistress and goddess now. You have no will here, just like you wanted, and I expect you to be a good slave. Do you understand?"

Manuel only whimpered and nodded in response, his eyes looking at you, half-lidded, unblinking, and clouded with lust. You let go of his hair and told him to kneel up. He did so immediately, keeping his arm at his sides. Excellent position, you thought. Already, his arousal was evident. His erection was straining against the material of his pants, standing at full attention. Good response, too. 

"Repeat what I just said to you." You commanded. 

 Manuel shook, and his lips pressed together. He said nothing, and you frowned in disapproval. His cheeks burned pink, and his breath hitched under your gaze. Then, suddenly, you slapped his face hard enough to sting and get his attention. He gasped and looked a bit shocked. His erection, on the other hand, was stiffer than ever. 

"Speak, Manuel. Answer me." You said, taking firm hold of his chin. He seemed to be on the verge of an outburst, barely containing his squirming as he finally whispered,

"Y-you're my mistress, my goddess...I have no will. And I will be a good slave for you." 

You pinched his cheek, "Good boy."

Satisfied with his bodily response and knowing he was okay to continue, you gestured for Manuel to rise. 

"Stand up and take off your clothes. All of them." 

The blush on Manuel's face deepened as he stood, backed up, and pulled off his sweater, and there was his bare chest. Cute nipples, perhaps a little pale, but you could easily give them some color. You smiled at the prospect of it. 

He had a soft, rounded belly, though he was pretty solid in the arms and broad in the shoulders. Combined with his height, you imagined he could throw you aside and overpower you without much effort. 

You felt a rush of excitement commanding this man. And making him worship you made your sex stir. 

Now his pants were down, and he was pulling off his socks. He hesitated briefly with his boxers, his fingers trembling at the waistband. He looked so virginal. The flush in his cheeks was lovely, and you wanted to kiss that rosy face. 

"Boxers, too." You said, making sure to sound monotone. It wasn't good to be kind to him too soon. He had to earn it. "I want to see what you look like." 

He glanced at you timidly before obeying. His cock stood rigid, surprisingly big and thick, the head shining and turning red. It was a decent organ, one of the nicer ones you've seen. 

You stood as well and took a step towards him. You thought you saw him shrink back, saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. It immediately faded when you reached out and touched his chest, running the tips of your fingers down until you reached his stomach. You pressed both your hands into it, feeling the warm softness of his flesh, kneading it, enjoying it. Manuel sucked in a breath. His cock jumped when you pinched and squeezed him for your delight. You smiled, watching his attractive features work to express his bliss. 

When you moved on and touched the head of his cock with your thumb and forefinger, Manuel gasped and involuntarily drew back. 

"Hold still." You said, glancing up at him. "And put your hands behind your back. I want to examine you."

"Yes, my Lady," Manuel said meekly and obeyed. His head lowered, and he couldn't meet your gaze. He sighed and moaned when you took his cock in your hand and stroked it slowly from tip to base, feeling it harden even more in your grasp. His hips jerked, and his sighs became gasping when you griped a bit harder and stroked him faster. All the while, you watched his face. His eyes closed, and his mouth fell slightly open. You wondered if this was what rapture looked like, and you felt a jolt of pleasure seeing it. 

After a moment of teasing, his hips began to rock against your hand, his breathing heavier, on the verge of panting. 

You felt his cock twitch and become wet with precum. 

"My Lady..." He gasped. "I-I'm close..."

You stopped stroking and allotted a series of spanks to his chest, striking his nipples. The slaps were hard and loud, and Manuel cried out. 

"Not yet," You crooned and pinched his nipples, pulled them, tweaked them until he exclaimed in deep moaning breaths, "You can only come when I tell you to."

He begged with his body and a groan but tried to control it. His back arched, and his entire frame writhed. His lips spilled quiet pleas between moans. He gasped when you released his nipples and flicked them. His nipples awakened, becoming hard like bits of stone there, and you smiled, circling your thumbs around them. It drew enticing grunts from Manuel, each accompanied by a thrust of his hips. 

His eyes opened once he caught his breath and looked at you, showing complete submission in their softness. 

"Ooh, that was quick, wasn't it," You teased, "you're like a virgin, almost coming before we even get started." 

He turned red, and you giggled. 

"You're cute," you said, your hands returning to rub his stomach, "I bet those nuns you talked about want to fuck you, dominate you like I am right now. And I bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? You'd obey them like a little puppy." 

"Yes, my Lady. I would." Manuel said without pride, without dignity. "I'd be devoted to them." 

"You show your devotion to me first." You said sternly and continued to fondle his softness while you pondered what he could do for you. You recalled how he described being bent over and whipped over the church altar, and it sounded like a pretty good idea. You took your hands away from Manuel. His dreamy eyes watched you, waiting for your word. 

You stepped aside, pointing at the table. 

"Bend over your goddess's altar."

As Manuel went to obey, his hands shaking uncontrollably, you continued in a calm but steely voice:

"I'm going spank you, Manuel. And I'm going to do it hard. But I don't think you'll mind one bit. After all, that's exactly what you want, right?"

On his knees and leaning over the table, Manuel nodded his head.

"Do you want my hand or the paddle? I'll be nice and give you the choice."

"Your hand, my Lady, please." He said without thought. You gave an approving hum.

"Good pick. I'm glad you're making this fun for me. I love working with my hands." 

Manuel shivered when you got down on your knees behind him. You ran your hand over his broad back, prodding around his hips and thighs. The flesh there was soft, too. You grinned, hearing him exclaim as you grabbed his buttocks with both hands and squeezed and kneaded it like you did his belly. 

"You're so soft." You said, then slapped his ass playfully, "I like it. I believe that bodies like yours are the best to play with. You ought to be proud of that, you know."

"Thank you, my Lady." Manuel whispered, barely audible, "I'm happy I can please you." 

"Oh, you're gonna have to speak up, pet. Or I won't be able to hear you over this." You reeled back your hand and slapped his right buttock hard, catching him by surprise. The force of the slap caused his hips to sway, and a cry flew from his mouth before he could stop it. The handmark was white at first, then bright red.

You gave the mark a barrage of weaker slaps that caused Manuel to gasp and cry out as if you used full force. When you switched sides, you spanked him hard again. Manuel cried aloud and writhed on the table. He clutched at the cloth and tried to silence himself by burying his face in the crook of his arm. It proved futile, his exclamations growing louder with each continuing strike, a whine or two peppered in like a delectable seasoning. 

You looked up at your goddess statue while you spanked Manuel. She looked so alive then, and it was a shame she wasn't getting any attention.

You then stopped and massaged Manuel's sore flesh. His entire body shivered, and his hips undulated in a vain attempt to gain some stimulation. His breathing was ragged, and he whimpered as soon as your blows ceased. 

"Head up, Manuel," You said, "Look up at my statue. Take her in." 

Manuel immediately obeyed. You heard him sniffle, and his hand went to wipe his face. 

"She's pretty, isn't she." 

"Yes, my Lady." His voice was uneven and shaky. "She's beautiful."

"I think she might be a bit lonely, wouldn't you agree?" You took your hands away and stood, "Go and kiss her. Kiss her mouth, then her breasts and feet. Then I want you to fetch me the flowers on the floor. Use your teeth to bring them." 

"Y-yes, my Lady." He said and went into his hands and knees, commencing his task. 

You leaned down to give his bottom a quick slap as he went and laughed when he yelped and scurried towards the statue. 

You rounded the table and sat upon it, facing Manuel. You took the bottle of wine and chalice, opened the twist top, and filled your cup high. It was red and sweet-smelling, and you thought of sacramental wine when you took a sip. You licked your lips. The blood of Christ tasted expensive. 

At the feet of the statue, Manuel knelt up to press his lips to the cold, stony mouth twice before descending to the breasts. He kissed each nipple gently. You felt a warmth rise in your breasts when you heard him moan and caught his hips twitching at the act. Finally, he kissed her feet. Despite his stature, he lowered himself slowly and quietly with the gracefulness of a cat. With his face flaming, Manuel took a flower between his teeth and turned to you. You moved back and spread your legs, tapping the area in front of your sex.

"Meow," You called to him, "Here, kitty, kitty," 

Manuel came to you with his head bowed and dropped the flower on the table. His large brown eyes flicked up at you as he kissed your knee, seeking your approval with a questioning look. You beamed at him for being so good. Kindness was now due. 

You reached down, cupped his cheek, and lovingly stroked it with your thumb. Manuel took your affection with a shuddering sigh. 

"You're doing good, Manuel." You said and kissed his head. His hair was soft against your face and smelled clean with the fading spice of cologne. 

"Thank you, my Lady." He kissed your knee again. 

"Alright, off you go." You ruffled his hair. Manuel nodded, then turned to bring another blossom. His bottom was still red, and you watched it, taking another sip of wine. 

Manuel placed the flowers before you one by one, each time planting a devoted kiss on your inner thigh, coming closer and closer to your sex. But before he could kiss your pubis, you brushed the flowerheads onto the floor and placed the wine bottle between your legs. Now blocked, Manuel sat on his heels. He pressed his lips to the bottle almost desperately, breathing hard, lapping his tongue on the glass, and mewling at the denial. 

You caressed the bottle's neck in long, slow strokes like it was a phallus, looking down at him, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. Manuel pulled back and brought his gaze to you once he composed himself. His lips were wet with saliva. The cupid's bow was wonderfully curved, and the just as shapely bottom lip trembled. Lips weren't always something you often noticed in men, but now that you saw them, you loved them. 

You touched your fingers to the mouth, pinching the plump lips and probing between them with your thumb. 

Manuel opened his mouth, letting you stick your thumb into it. When the eager lips closed on it, you withdrew it slightly, then pushed it back in. You did this repeatedly until Manuel started to moan and suck it. Your lust rose in pitch, feeling his tongue swirl around your thumb, and your nipples were hardening beneath the tight material of your dress. 

You let a sigh pass your lips, and before you could get lost in the moment, you withdrew your thumb from Manuel's mouth completely. His breathing was uneven, and his cock twitched between his trembling, parted legs. You rubbed your thumb against his lips.

"Such a hungry little mouth," You said, taking your hand away and pushing the bottle towards him, "Have those pretty lips ever sucked a cock before?" 

Manuel shook his head. He bit his lip, and it appeared he already knew what you would command. 

"Do you want to please your goddess?" 

"Yes." 

"Then you know what to do." You said, lifting the chalice to continue sipping the wine you had poured, "Do it slowly, for my pleasure." 

Manuel breathed deep, then licked the length of the bottle's neck before he took it into his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue and lips awkwardly. At first, Manuel didn't take the glass shaft very far. He struggled, gagging and coughing when he attempted to take it further at your urging. He gasped but didn't pull away from the bottle, continuing to try to suck it after taking a gulp of air. 

"Breathe through your nose." You said, petting his hair, and he stopped retching once he followed your instructions, "There you go." 

Soon, Manuel fell into a rhythm, his head bobbing up and down on it. Every once in a while, he probed the bottle's mouth with his tongue, teasing it for you, then sucking it again with sensual enthusiasm. 

All you did was take up the chalice and drink, lust curling tight inside you. You felt your sex grow wet upon hearing Manuel groan around the bottle. His hips stirred, but his hands didn't dare touch you or himself. The submissive bishop stopped when you said that was enough. 

But Manuel didn't wait for you to give him another order. Instead, he threw his arms around you and kissed all over your chest, their presence lingering and frantic. His fingers dug into you, all but clawing as he kissed the tops of your breasts, licking at the pillowy flesh. You gasped when a hand pawed at your breast and squeezed hard. 

Manuel ascended to your neck and jaw at your utterance, kissing and nuzzling his face there. His breath was hot, panting. The feeling of his mouth kissing and suckling the skin sent shivers up your spine. You arched your back and set down your cup, narrowly avoiding spilling it.

"Manuel-!" You exclaimed. You grasped at his hands, meaning to calm him. His entire body stiffened when you touched him. He let out an anguished sound and ripped himself away, bursting into tears. However, instead of breaking the fantasy, he hurried to kiss the hem of your veil in reverence. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Manuel whispered into the fabric, into your ear, "Please punish me, my Lady. I deserve it. Please, please..." 

You froze, stunned by what just happened. 

Again, Manuel didn't dare touch you; he only clutched the veil, wracked by quiet, hiccuping sobs. You felt a tear drop onto your chest and another, and for a moment, you had no idea what to do or say. The large man trembled before you like a lost child, sniffling, his shoulders drooping low. It unleashed an overwhelming sense of pity in you. Poor thing. 

"Manuel..." You said, and slowly, very slowly, you took him by the shoulders and had him sit on his heels. Then, you put the wine bottle aside. His sobbing had calmed once you had him kneeling.

The look on his face betrayed his silence, his cheeks stained with tears that continued flowing, and his beautiful eyes twinkled in the warm candlelight—two deep pools of misery and adoration.

You brushed his hair from his forehead, then cupped his cheek, which he leaned into, shaking. 

"Do you want to keep going?" You asked gently. "Do you remember the safeword?" 

"Yes," He sniffled. Then, without skipping a beat, "Please. Don't stop." 

His deep voice was soft, without doubt or fear. His complete submission shifted into complete trust, and it felt good to have it. 

Manuel was so consumed with red-hot desire that he once again spoke, this time with great eagerness, "Slap me again, my Lady. Like earlier." He blushed at his bold request, then bowed his head in apology.

You laughed lightheartedly.

"You like it rough, huh? Let me see your cheek then."

He obeyed and braced for your strike. You pulled back your hand and slapped him hard. The resounding crack jerked his head slightly, and he hissed in pain mixed with pleasure. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You struck him again without warning, and he whimpered. You took it further by grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling him to kneel up, and kissing him hard. You bit his lip. He gasped, and when his mouth opened, you stabbed your tongue into it. He returned the kiss, his lips so soft and velvety against yours. 

He moaned loudly when you yanked his head back and kissed his Adam's apple and jaw. You bit at him, licked at the salty skin, then smacked his chest and belly until he was pink. Manuel writhed, imploring you for more.

"Harder! Please!"

But you let go of his hair and sat him on his heels again. It surprised you how much he enjoyed the pain, how he was greedy for it. If he wanted it harder, you were happy to oblige. You looked over at the wall, eyeing the paddles and thinking about which one to use. 

Manuel protested, and you shooshed him, giving him a sharp look. 

"It's not over yet. Be patient." You said curtly and frowned, though you felt no anger. It was all for show. Manuel bit his lip and nodded, looking like a scolded puppy anyway. 

You took up the chalice, filled it to the top, and held it to his lips. 

"Here. Drink. We'll keep going in a second." You said, petting his hair. Manuel nodded, and after he drank his fill, just a couple of gulps, you gripped his chin and kept his mouth to the chalice when he tried to move away. "Nope. Keep drinking. Don't stop until there isn't a drop left." 

You tiled the chalice higher and higher, at the same time leaning Manuel's head back. Despite Manuel swallowing as much as he could, the liquid overflowed, spilling down the corners of his mouth and over his chin. Wine dribbled down his neck, chest, and belly, streaking like blood. He continued to drink as much as possible, and you only released him when the chalice was empty. You tossed it aside. Manuel coughed and gasped for air. He thanked you, wiping his mouth, then waited for your command obediently. Much of the wine got onto the rug, but that didn't bother you. The wet vacuum would get that right out once the session was over. In the meantime, you ordered Manuel to crawl over to the wall and fetch you a leather heart-shaped paddle.

Manuel trembled in either fear or excitement when he delivered the paddle and leaned down to kiss your feet. You received them, lifting your foot to his lips. They were sweet and feverish, becoming even more so when you tested the paddle against your palm. Perfect. 

"Lay on your back." You ordered.

Manuel did so with a nod and a "Yes, my Lady" and spread out on his back. His body stretched to its full length, though he did attempt to keep his legs bent until you cracked the paddle against your palm again and gave him a sharp order to spread them. You got up and moved over to him, relishing how his eyes held yours and his lips quivered. 

You stepped over and mounted him, deliberately straddling his hips. His entire body shivered under you as soon as you moved to adjust comfortably. You wondered if he felt how wet your sex was, how hot it was because of him, or if he was too lost in his passion to notice. Manuel bit his lip hard and kept his hands to his sides. The flesh on his chest was soft, too, making it ideal for you to do what you pleased. You set down the paddle, reached down with both hands, grabbed, and played with his pectorals like you would a pair of breasts. Manuel struggled to contain himself and winced when you squeezed tight. 

"Lovely. It's a shame I didn't break out any of my nipple clamps." You purred, still playing with the flesh, "They'd make you look so pretty." 

You took hold of and stretched both nipples and snapped them, then did it again. You played with them and rubbed them. Manuel couldn't keep still under you or stay quiet. His hips squirmed, rocking slightly without meaning to, sucking in a shuddering breath and unleashing a whispered string of "fuck"s as you tweaked and squeezed them. 

"Do you like that?" You asked, taking hold of his nipples and twisting them almost cruelly. Manuel arched his back and groaned in pleasure. 

"Yes, my Lady!" He cried. 

You laughed and released him.

"I didn't think you would be such a slut for pain. Nothing wrong with that, though. It's very endearing." 

You took up the paddle and showed it to him.

"So, what do you think, Manuel? Is this fine enough to inflict the pain you want so badly?"

Manuel kissed it as an answer.

You smiled and brought down the paddle on his chest in a series of loud spanks. First, you struck one side, then the other. Manuel gasped and cried aloud upon impact, unable to contain it. His chest bloomed a charming shade of pink, leaving marks vaguely shaped like hearts, much to your delight. His nipples hardened to knots, and his face tightened in pain. He struggled not to thrash by digging his fingers into the rug and throwing his head from side to side.  

"Come on, Manuel, arch your back for me. I want your tits raised for the paddle." And on you spanked once Manuel obeyed, his chest flushing crimson and heaving as he gasped and cried. 

You tormented him further by concentrating your blows to one side. At the same time, you bunched the flesh of the other pec and kneaded it roughly. Manuel grew louder, and his body twisted when you switched sides. His face was the perfect picture of anguish and ecstasy.

Then, he was undone when you paused and leaned down to suckle upon the abused nipples, rocking your hips against him as you did so. He cried against clenched teeth as you licked his nipple and bit it playfully. Manuel was in a frenzy when he let out a choked sob between desperate, keening moans. His hands clamped your shoulders, his back arching.

"Mango!" He wailed the safeword. 

Immediately, you stopped and straightened. Manuel stayed on his back, shaking, eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged pants. His dark lashes were matted with tears. You wanted to lean down and taste them, but you refrained and rubbed his belly while waiting for him to recover, praising and soothing him. The skin was smooth and hot under your hands, and you bit your lips as you let your eyes wander over him. Beautiful, beautiful skin. You trailed your hand down and let it brush over the head of his cock. 

Manuel's eyes, softened and glassy, opened with heavy lids and gave a faint, supplicating moan as he looked up at you. 

You've been a wonderful pet this evening, Manuel." You said. "Do you want your goddess to reward you?"

Manuel hissed and moaned under you. 

"Ohh, yes." His large hands gripped your thighs, "Yes, please." 

You raked your fingernails along the shaft, lightly pinching the tip before taking it with a firm hand and stroking it. The long-awaited stimulation almost seemed too much for poor Manuel. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a throaty growl that quickly dissolved into a loud whimper. His hips moved to meet your strokes with the shamelessness of a whore. Powerful fingers dug into the tender flesh of your thighs, though it was not enough to hurt you. In fact, you liked it. Your lust pooled down to your groin, and Manuel's sensual moans and gasps made your nipples throb unbearably. It took a lot to resist the urge to fuck his brains out, but the condoms were upstairs, and retrieving them would spoil the mood. And you lived by a golden rule: no condom, no fun. So, no fun it was, at least for tonight. 

You stopped stroking and slapped the organ, drawing out a surprised but pleasured cry. 

"You're pretty well endowed," You said, massaging his balls now. "It's a shame I didn't bring any condoms down here since I changed my mind about fucking you. But we'll have to wait until next time, won't we?" 

Manuel whined as if to lament this fact. He looked up at you, his gaze like a drunken man's. His hazy eyes lowered and lingered on your breasts. His hands moved to your waist, no doubt wanting to trail higher, and he whispered the word "please" over and over, like a mantra, staring at your chest all the while. 

"Are they pretty?" You asked. You touched the zipper of your dress.

"Yes." He said, breathless. His hands squeezed at you. Amused by his desperation, you unzipped just enough to expose them. 

"Suck on them." You said, pushing them out proudly. 

Manuel bolted upright as soon as the words left your lips, and his mouth fixed over your right nipple hungrily, almost aggressively. His hands clawed at your back as he suckled, releasing deep moans against your skin. You shivered in pleasure. A small moan escaped your lips when Manuel latched upon your other breast, sucking just as hard.  

Your body felt electrified and quickly brimmed with sensation. You sighed as Manuel nibbled at your nipple, kissed it, and licked it. His cock pulsed like a heartbeat against you, and you slipped your hand down to grip it again and stroke it. Your hand worked quickly this time, squeezing tight so a drop of precum dribbled from the tip, making the shaft slicker in your hand as you caressed him. Manuel pulled away from your chest and moaned aloud. You didn't slow your hand or stop, stimulating Manuel until his cries became hoarse and unmodulated. 

He slipped his arms around you and pulled you close, though you could still work his shaft. His breaths came in short, frantic pants on your neck. 

"Sí, sí," He moaned. "Fuck, yes."

Now intent on your task, you stroked him faster, enjoying how the warm fluid coated your fingers and palm. 

"Come for me." You said. Manuel's whole body stiffened and clutched you close, crying out in ecstasy. His arms crushed you to his chest, and he buried his face between your breasts as the orgasm rolled through him. His cock convulsed in your grip, and semen erupted from it, spilling over your hand and onto his stomach. Manuel's voice broke at the height of passion, and his moans melted into whines, then whimpers as they ebbed away. His arms loosened around you, but he didn't let go, not even when he caught his breath. Instead, he sat still, sighing and nuzzling your chest, and then he slowly released you, looking drowsy as he stared at you. He smothered your face, neck, and shoulders with tender kisses, his lips whispering his gratitude. Honey dripped from his words, and you wished you could taste it. Or have him taste you; your sex was certainly ripe enough. But, forgoing the satisfaction of your lust, you accepted his sleepy affection in his afterglow, returning it by stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. 

"I'm sorry about your rug." You heard him say. You looked over at the forgotten wine stains and laughed. It was kind laughter, coming light, and amused. It put Manuel at ease, and he laughed too. 

"Don't worry. It's just wine. Easy to get out." You shook your head, smiling. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, of course I did." He said, kissing your breast. "You were wonderful." 

"Good. Only the best for my clients. How about we go upstairs for a drink? You must be thirsty. Wine isn't much of a thirst quencher." You smiled, then gave his hair a cheerful tousle, "C'mon, I even have some kombucha if you like..." 

You moved to climb off Manuel's lap, but he tightened his arms around you again.

"Can we..." He started to say but trailed off and blushed.

"Hm?" You inquired. 

"Can we stay here?" He asked. "Just for a little bit? I don't think I want to leave just yet." 

Your heart melted at his innocent request. You decided you liked this man and hoped your time with him satisfied his fixation, that he would stay on his path if he decided that was best for him. You hoped most of all that he would feel less shame for his human and very understandable desires. 

Plus, it was always nice to book an affectionate client. You enjoyed cuddles, too. 

"Of course." You beamed at him. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you close after taking the veil from your head to clean himself up. 

You both stayed there for a while, embracing, with Manuel resting his head against your chest. He rocked you in his arms, occasionally asking little questions about your life. You answered honestly, and you felt safe doing so. Something about Manuel made you feel comfortable. 

Half an hour later, the two of you finally decided to retire for the evening. After getting dressed and Manuel gathered his things, the two of you lingered at the door, wishing each other a good night. 

Manuel seemed reluctant to leave still, stating that he wished he could stay longer for that cup of tea you offered, but, unfortunately, work beckoned him back home. 

"Well," You said, "Maybe we can meet up again, yeah? It doesn't have to be an appointment or anything. We could sit and have coffee; maybe I can fix a nice lunch. Not to toot my own horn, but I make a pretty damn good quiche." 

"That sounds very nice, actually," He said, chuckling. Then he took your hand and stroked it lovingly, "And I would love to see you again." 

"Sounds like a date, then." You nodded. 

Manuel finally turned to leave, strolling down the driveway until he turned on his heel, came back fast, and threw his arms around you. He kissed you for a long moment, long, luxurious kisses that you returned without restraint. 

"So, I'll see you?" You asked when the kiss ended.

"I'll see you." He nodded. 

After a final round of goodbyes, you went inside and watched his little black car sail down the darkened road through the living room window. You went to bed late that night, though you didn't fall asleep. You tossed and turned, bothered by lustful musings about Manuel that refused to stop until you slipped your fingers inside your hot sex. Recalling the size of his cock, you imagined him thrusting into you, slowly at first, then as the pleasure built, the images changed into frenzied fucking. You worked your fingers in an almost punishing rhythm to match, and when you came, you screamed his name, your starved sex pulsing around your fingers. After exhausting yourself, you finally fell into sleep's peaceful embrace, cuddling your pillow close.  

All of that happened two months ago. 

The last of your coffee was cold at the bottom of your cup when you came out of your recollection and looked at the clock—11:35 PM. You expected Manuel sometime soon, and you couldn't help but wonder what he desired for this session. It would be the sixth time you've booked him following the promised lunch date, during which the two of you talked for hours about each other, and the more conversation went on, the more you liked the holy man. He was just as sweet, polite, and passionate in the mundane as in the playroom, where he abandoned himself to complete servitude. He obeyed your every word and responded perfectly to every thrash and spank you dealt. He was a joy, and he became more and more adventurous each time. Manuel rarely opposed anything, giving you absolute control over the games you played. He endured a sound flogging while you role-played as an alluring whore nun; He scurried around on his hands and knees on a leash, barking like a dog on command; You edged him while bound with rope and blindfolded. He even showed a keen interest in pegging. However, you two had yet to indulge in that. 

You raised from the recliner, placed your mug on the coffee table, and peeked through the curtains again. The moon was nearly full, hanging high and bright in the sky among the stars. They looked like shards of diamonds to you, cast upon inky velvet. You marveled at its beauty until a pair of headlights penetrated the darkness. You smiled, and your heart skipped when Manuel's little black Beetle pulled into your driveway. 

You whirled towards the door, feeling the giddiness of a schoolgirl with a crush. 

Then, the heaviness of the whole situation settled itself on your shoulders, and not for the first time. So many times, you contemplated your relationship with Manuel. Being the holy man he was, a familiar creeping thought wriggled in your head: Were you corrupting him? The idea was troubling, and the inevitable guilt flowed over you, thick and clinging like oil. You often felt somehow unclean, even though that wasn't what you believed. But you allowed what Manuel told you to wash you clean. 

He called you not long after your first session, and his tone was merry and infectious, so different from when he first spoke to you. Manuel told you now that he acknowledged his desires; the difference in his life was like day and night. He could sleep well again, pray again, and tackle his work with renewed vigor and without distraction. It was like his despair disappeared that night, replaced not with guilt or self-loathing as he expected but with warmth and comfort like the arms of a Holy Mother. 

"I know this isn't what you believe," He said, then went silent for a second before whispering, "But I think I was led to you to show me my humanity again. Maybe by Mary, perhaps another. Who the hell even knows anymore? Either way, blasphemy or not, it's taught me a lot, and it feels good to have no guilt for what I did." He sighed, "...Thank you for giving me a chance." 

He sounded happy, so very, very happy. 

Those words alone cleansed you as soap and water would. And just like that, guilt was such a ridiculous thing to feel. 

A knock came at the door, and you went to answer it, humming a cheerful tune to yourself. 

#Molina-verse #Manuel Aringarosa #the da vinci code #fanfiction #self insert #self shipping #lee's writing #smut #alfred molina #priest kink

[movieexpert1978]

I wanted to try and get back into writing so if anyone has any alfred molina character fic ideas please let me know.

#fanfiction #alfred molina #doc ock #otto octavius #fanfic #maxim horvath #andres galan #alfred molina characters #smut #fluff

[expectos-writings]

doc ock x fic prompt : “I fucking hate you” (maybe enemies to lovers?)

Oh yesss, Otto. This got out of hand once again but when does it not ahahahah oops. Anyways here we go:

Distractions (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 2167

Rating: M

Summary: you distract Otto during one of his heists, you got more than you asked for.

You had been at it for hours now, fighting the same man you’d fought ten times in the last week. First at the bank, which he managed to rob. Then at some clock tower. And now in your best friends appartement. You were just hanging out with Harry when he showed up again. You knew about Otto Octavius’ work before the accident, now everyone knew. You hadn’t expected him to show up at Harry’s place at this hour though.

When Doc Ock arrived at Harry’s place, you hid, not wanting to cause a scene after all the fights you’d had before. But when he pushed Harry aside to grab the tritium and turned around to leave, he must have caught a glimpse of you. You could see him smirk before the actuators made a move. Shooting out into your hiding place to grab you.

Luckily you always had your suit with you, and right when Ock had entered the building you had put it on, just in case.

Your intuition was right.

You duck before the actuators have the chance to close around you. Harry protests at Otto, but he was no watch for either of you, so you ignore him.

‘Can’t just let your little project go, can you now?’ you ask him, jumping on top of a beam overhead.

‘Don’t pretend like you aren’t happy to see me, darling.’ He grins, you return the smirk.

All your meetings had gone like this. And who could blame you when the villain was looking like that. The tension between you two was clear in the air.

‘Bet you just wanted to me again, that’s why you didn’t do all your raids in one go, is that right?’ you retort. He grins and makes a lash at you, you pushed just the right buttons. You want to take him away from the Osborn mansion, not willing to risk Harrys life if one of your flirts hit a wrong button.

You shoot a web and jump outside. The cool air brushing through your suit. The lights from the streets and nightlife below illuminating your figures as you swing away through the city, Otto not far behind you. You can hear the crashing of bricks every time he jumps from building to building. You take a glance back, looking at your pursuer who seems to be slowing down and getting further and further away from you as you swing on.

You drop down onto a rooftop, waiting for him to catch up. Honestly, you wanted him to catch you. Or at least, wanted him not to lose you. As strange as it may be, you loved the interactions you had.

At last Doc Ock dropped down onto the rooftop too, completely out of breath. His breath heaving and his hands on his knees. You could have easily swung away, get to safe grounds, but you were too drawn to him to leave.

‘Hey old man, what’s this?’ you say moving closer, but just out of reach for the actuators.

‘Hey I’ve been working all week with minimum sleep, besides it is goddamned warm with al the metal welding going on in there.’ He says, looking up at you over his glasses.

‘Oh, so that is why the city is getting so warm. Or is it just your presence.’ You say with a wink, pretending to wipe some sweat of your brow.

The tight spandex suit you wore was practical but left little to the imagination. The material clinging tightly to your corves showing off the merchandize. When you see the Doc take a minute to catch his breath, not able to make a retort yet, you take it as an opportunity to distract him. You open the zipper on the front of your suit a bit, just enough so your breasts are barely showing. You fan your self pretending it was warm, but you both knew it was nearly freezing outside.

‘You’re doing that on purpose.’

‘Doing what on purpose?’

‘That…’ he fumbles for words, one hand leaving his knee to gesture in your general direction. No sentence forms and he puts his hand back on his knees, genuinely exhausted. ‘It’s almost freezing out here.’ He says

‘Maybe all the hotness is coming from you then.’ He says with a wink. He stands up with a sigh.

‘I fucking hate you.’ He spats.

‘Do you? The way your eyes are wandering tells me otherwise.’ You retort and his eyes snap back up to meet your grinning face. He hadn’t even noticed his eyes wandering. It could have been the actuators controlling him, but damn that suit did look good on you.

You got him right where you want him.

His face slightly red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. His patience was down to zero after your jabs, flirty remarks and the fight. Unbeknownst to you he was also riled up from the times you and him made contact during the fights. He was surprised someone so soft and small in comparison to him had so much power, and it only drew him in further.

He growls at your responds and lunges forward, this time giving you no time to jump away from the actuators. They push you back quickly until your back crashes against the air vent system on the roof. You let out a shriek at the contact, the metal cold against your back making you arch forward just as Otto came to stand in front of you.

‘So excited already? You could have just dropped by if you wanted me so bad.’ He smirks. You press your lips to his to shut him up. He isn’t surprised when you do, immediately returning the kiss with just as much passion. The both of you knew that this was secretly what both of you had been aiming at last week. You grab his brown trench coat to pull him closer, his glasses gracing your cheeks as he kisses you like a starved man.

His hand almost immediately moves to kneed your breast. You just know your plan worked. He quickly pulls the zipper down further, so the front falls open and hangs loosely on your shoulders. You shrug of both of his coats before he steps back, taking in the sight. Your chest heaving, nipples erect in the cold air of the night. You mind was completely fogged over.

‘Please.’ Is all you can say, and it makes him chuckle.

‘Where has that confidence gone, darling? Or was that just show.’ He says stepping back in front of you and brushing some hair behind your ear.

‘We’re on the top of a flat in the middle of the night and I’m half naked already. Just fuck me.’ You shoot back. He growls again and kisses you, once again pushing you back against the vents. Your hand shoots down to cup his clothed erection. His mouth opens and you take the chance to push your tongue in, brushing against his in a rough manner. You feel the actuators remove the rest of your suit and his clothing in a surprisingly gentle manner. When his pants are removed you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping up and down in a slow and teasing manner.

You give a yelp when he moves to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your hands move from his cock to his shoulders for leverage, scratching his skin so red marks appear. He bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder when he guides his cock into you, feeling your juices already dripping down your thigh and immediately engulfing his member, lube-ing it up in the process. Some of it actually drips down onto his fingers.

He moves his head back once he is fully inside you so you can adjust to him. you whine when he slowly moves one of his now wet fingers into his mouth to lick it clean.

‘So sweet, all for me…’ then he pushes his other two wet fingers in your mouth. ‘Suck.’ He demands. You don’t need to be told twice, obeying instantly. You feel his cock twitch inside you at your movements, so you decide to keep going, pretending his fingers are actually his dick.

He grunts at your actions and starts moving, one of his hands holding you up. His thrusts are deep and quick, not that you had expected him to fuck any other way. He was holding you there like you were his personal fuck toy, drooling around his fingers while he was pounding away. Your vision quickly becomes blurry, his brutal pace pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust.

‘Touch yourself.’ He says. His eyes meeting yours. The actuators had removed his glassed and you stare into his brown, lust filled eyes. Your face heats up in embarrassment when one of your hands reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit, adding to the pleasure.

‘Fuck, Otto, its too much.’ You say feeling incredible please move through your body and your orgasm approaching at an incredible speed and size.

‘It’s alright,’ he says reassuringly ‘let go for me.’. And that was all the persuasion you needed. You allow the coil in your belly to snap, waves of pleasure crashing though your body. You back arches and your head falls back against the vent, your toes curling in pleasure. He rides out your orgasm and pulls out of you before he finishes. He takes his cock in his own hands and gives it slow strokes until you have recovered from your high. The he gives your shoulders a gentle push so you are on your knees inn front of him.

He doesn’t say anything. When you glance up at his he stares back at you expectantly, and you are more than willing to oblige. One of your hands moves to steady yourself on his upper leg. You replace his hand with yours, fingers wrapping around his shaft and keeping the slow pace he had set at first. When you hear him start panting from holding back, just when he was about to protest you wrap your lips around his tip, knocking the breath out of him. Otto lunges forward to plant his hand above your head on the vent, his other hand moving down to thread through your hair.

You hum at the contact, and he lets you set your own pace for a while. Then his grip on your head tightens and he takes control of your movements. You fight your gag reflex when he hits the back of your throat, tears in your eyes. Your eyes meet his, he is looking down at you, pupil dilated. The moan you let out around his cock pushes him over the edge. He stills your head, his cock buried deep in you when he cums. The warm fluids drip down your throat and you struggle to swallow. Then he lets go of you, and you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath for a minute and then the actuators pull you to your feet. You expect him to just dress up and leave, but instead the actuators drape his brown trench coat around your shoulders to keep you warm. His forehead resting against yours in an intimate moment of reflection.

‘Run away with me.’ He speaks, breaking the silence. You open your eyes to look at him.

‘What?’

‘I’m a wanted man… I can’t stay here… but we could go somewhere else, somewhere remote, and I could keep working on my stuff and you could be by my side.’ He says, big eyes showing his sincereness and hope. You give a sad chuckle.

‘Otto, you know I can’t just leave.’ You say, part of you willing to just leave everything behind this very second, but another part of you saying it would be wrong. You look away, not wanting him to know how much it affected you that he had to leave. Then in a second he is gone. You look around but with your blurry vision there is no way you could spot him in the dark of night.

You hug the coat tighter around your shoulders, smelling Otto’s cologne linger on the fabric he had left you with. You stay for a moment looking up at the night sky, enjoying a moment alone to gather your thoughts and process what had just happened. As you were about to walk down the stairs on the side of the building you feel something in the pocket on the left side of the coat.

You pull it out to look at it, tilting it so the lights from the street hit the surface.

‘If you change your mind.’ It simply reads, underneath it a remote address. Maybe when Otto starts staling again for his project you could check the place out. Someone had to try to stop him, and who better to distract him than you.

#doc ock x reader #doc ock x you #doc ock smut #otto octavius x you #otto octavius x reader #alfred molina

[freddiefredfive]

I wrote a Randall Pepperidge x Reader fic called “A Gentleman Always Keeps His Word” and the first chapter is up now! 🥰

This edit isn’t mine but it will inspire to the following chapter, as will art by @mimiscappinisideblog and @cascosart (please support Cas on Patreon too!)

#the reader helps Randall find a tutu and they fall in love awwww #don’t worry there is smut #afab reader #alfred molina #randall pepperidge #the pink panther 2 #freddiefredfics #doc Ock

[overlookedfile]

Otto octavious fluff please :) S/O in quedtion is into really gorey horror movies and they finally convinced otto to watch some 80s horror fic with them

This took an unacceptably long time to put together, but honestly, it’s because I’m not much of the horror-movie type. I watch them occassionally, but they’re not my prefered genre and I don’t usually write horror-anything, either. My apologies if this isn’t at all what you wanted. I guess we’ve now made clear one of my weak points. Sorry. 🥺

Warnings: mentions of blood/gore, gn!reader, suggestive content (no smut)

Note: This is pre-accident Otto.

Approx. Reading Time - 5 minutes (200 words/minute)

~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~

Even the skeptical looks your boyfriend kept throwing your way couldn't dampen your spirits. Otto had finally, after months of your cajoling and wheedling, agreed to watch a horror movie with you. You rubbed your hands together and willed the popcorn to pop faster. At last, you carried the butter-drenched bowl back to the couch and sank into the cushions next to him.

"You're sure this one isn't as gory as the others?" Otto asked. "I've caught glimpses of some of that stuff you watch, you know."

You balanced the bowl on his knee and kissed his shoulder. "It's as much camp as horror," you assured him, taking up the remote. "And it's got a cult following."

"That doesn't reassure me."

Despite his less than thrilled tone or choice of words, he wrapped his arm around your waist, snugging you against his side as you hit 'play'. On the screen, the title card shown for a moment before the camera began to jerkily pan over swamp water. You grinned and shoved a handful of salty snack food into your mouth.

"Solid as a rock," Otto mumbled, echoing the dialogue. He sighed as he looked at you. "They're all going to die, aren't they?"

"Not all of them," you drawled.

Your next handful of popcorn was redirected by his hand on your wrist. He stole the kernels with tongue and teeth, making you shiver. Oh, so that's how he was gonna play it, huh?

"You'd better pay attention," you teased. "There's going to be a test afterwards."

He hummed and took your fingers into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around each in turn until he'd devoured all traces of the popcorn. He caressed the inside of your wrist with his thumb as he pulled your hand away again, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. "I'll keep that in mind."

You tucked your feet under you, the friction of your thighs hardly addressing the issue, and leaned against him, adjusting your hands so that you could stroke his knuckles. "Movie first, dear." If the man didn't kill you with frustration before then, that was.

"Are you saying I'm not allowed to mix pleasure with-" He looked dubiously from you to the screen. "-entertainment?"

"Just this once, that's exactly what I'm saying. Humor me?"

He relented, his faux-innocence giving way to fondness. "If it's that important to you."

You both turned your attention to the movie after that. Well, he did. You split your attention between the screen and him. The 'scares' certainly didn't seem to bother him, but it was still early and the film hadn't found its stride, yet.

Then the woods came to life and his arm tightened around you as he grimaced. It was all you could do not to grin like a maniac; that was the turning point for most viewers, after all. As the zombie leapt up with the pencil, he startled, too, almost hard enough to push you off the couch. Your bark of laughter wasn't stifled quickly enough to go unnoticed and he scowled at you, although the look in his eyes was far from negative. With a smirk of his own, he moved the bowl and pulled you into his lap.

"Otto," you chided, unresisting.

"Just getting comfortable." He wrapped both arms around your waist, repositioning the popcorn to your lap, and pressed his lips to the back of your shoulder. "I'm still paying attention."

"To me or the movie?"

"Both."

The more blood onscreen, the more his attention shifted to you, however. By the time the first zombie had been dismembered, he was nuzzling the back of your neck, his view of the screen completely obscured. You were tempted to take pity on him, except that the way he was playing with the buttons of your shirt was anything but fair.

"How many pieces?" you asked.

"What?"

"How many pieces was the zombie in?"

He stopped moving for a couple seconds. You could practically feel him trying to deduce the answer through logic. "Six?" There was a pause and then a quiet groan of resignation. "Seven," he corrected.

Well, how about that? Maybe he was paying attention after all. At least, enough for it to count. "Good job."

Given the way he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, a blatant attempt to hide his eyes, you almost felt bad for making him sit through the rest of the film. But he didn't make any attempts to leave and you still wanted to see if he would make it through the whole thing for you. That didn't stop him from working at your resolve, however. At the sound of the chainsaw, he moved his hands to your thighs, kneading the muscles as his thumbs teased just shy of providing any kind of relief. You squirmed.

"Otto," you admonished again.

"You seemed tense," he replied sweetly. "I just thought I'd give you a massage."

"Uh huh."

You never thought you'd regret having a sexy, attentive boyfriend. Good thing you still didn't, although you weren't sure you'd ever be able to watch this movie again without a very awkward response. What a shame.

Finally the last scream faded, the popcorn long gone, and it was your turn to catch Otto by the wrist and redirect his hands. "You get one shot at this question," you announced. He took in a deep breath, preparing for the worst. "Where was the cabin located?"

You could almost hear how deeply furrowed his brow must be, based on the tone of his voice. "In the woods."

"Yes, but in the woods where?"

"They didn't say. Do you mean in the mountains? Wait." He pensively brushed his nose against your neck. "They said they'd just passed something. Tennessee, wasn't it?"

"Ding ding ding."

You turned, rising up on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned back, arms encircling your waist as he dragged you closer. The kiss was gentle and chaste, a far cry from representing the heat he'd stoked in your belly for the last hour and a half.

"Thank you for watching it with me," you murmured.

"You're welcome. Now I'd like to forget I ever saw it."

You quirked an eyebrow. "I suppose you have an idea how to go about that."

"Indeed, I do." He tangled a hand in your hair, pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

~

#alfred molina #otto octavius #x gn!reader #fanfic #prompt: Otto watching a horror movie with his significant other #pre-accident #no smut #not my forte #muse kick #muse kicks

[nellroshe]

Chapter 4 - The First Snow

Summary: The fall is turning into winter at Noel's home city Aliceville. Noel and Rox are visiting again their home dimension and Rox is still feeling down but, maybe Noel is able to make him feel better.

Pairing: Noel x Rox (OC!DoctorOctopus)

Rating: Mature

Gif credit: @illiana-mystery

#my first smut #just mild smut though #stolen/hidden #stolen/hidden fanfic #hidden fanfic #alfred molina #doctor octopus #oc!doctoroctopus #NoelxRox #my fanfic #my fanfics

[illiana-mystery]

Chapter 5 is finally up! I hope you think it was worth the wait. 😉 In this chapter, Mike and Karima have a cuddling session while talking about the events of the last chapter. Unfortunately, Stan also learns of Mike's outburst when Karima called him in the last chapter and is also angry to learn that Cynthia put him on another medication to control his anger. Karima also learns that Mike likes to have his hair pulled. 😏 

#there's a little tease of smut in this chapter #hope you enjoy #we'll be getting to the more intense stuff a little later #but until then #happy reading #mike hubble #mike and karima #boon season 6 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #alfred molina

[movieexpert1978]

I'm thinking of writing some smut for the lovely Bishop. Anyone have any thoughts or ideas on that ?

#alfred molina #the da vinci code #bishop manuel aringarosa #manuel aringarosa #smut #fanfiction