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spoopy-pumpkin-possum · a day ago
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And a little bonus norman at the end
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werl · 2 days ago
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docockfeels · a day ago
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Doc Ock is clearly built like a brick shithouse yet I still see people drawing him as a skinny anime boy 🙄
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reuripotte · 2 days ago
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Otto Octavius Icons
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glaciersarecool · a day ago
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I like that everyone in the Doc Ock fandom has just agreed that the main things about him is
Tits
Eyebrows
Stronk arms
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mrsdoctoroctopus · a day ago
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The Queen’s Maid - King! Otto x female reader
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Authors note: Listen, I'm a slut for a good ol royalty au. Naturally I have to subject y'all to my version of it. Please don't hate me, I definitely wrote Rosie in as the antagonist for this story because it just would work so well. So her character in this story is so far from canon. But I just want to put it out there that I love her so much. Also I’m working on the sequel to “Fresh Air”, so be on the look out for that my dears <333
Summary: You were the dutiful Lady's Maid for Queen Rosalie. You followed every single order she gave you, and fulfilled all of her requests to the best of your abilities. Then when you were done, you kept to yourself. The other maids called you "mouse" because you scurried around, trying to avoid people at all costs. Suddenly you can't go unnoticed when you have caught the eye of the King.
Warnings: Some Rosie slander (it hurt me to write this), more shamelessly flirty Otto, Some steamy kissing 😏😏
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The King and Queen's unhappy marriage was no secret to the castle's staff . Maids who were brave enough lingered near their quarters to catch bits and pieces of arguments, only to report back to the rest of them on their findings.
It was only in the public eye where the two were civil. When greeting nobility or hearing the grievances of the peasantry they held a regal air to them. King Otto would place a hand atop Rosalie's for dramatic effect. But most of the maids just knew he did it to get on her nerves. It was quite amusing seeing her hold back her looks of disgust.
You, on the other hand, stayed far away from the gossip as you could. You would simply roll your eyes whenever the scandals of Royals and Nobility were brought into the conversation. As much as you were not in favor of the Queen, you saw no reason to gossip about her like school girls. You simply wanted to play it as safely as you could.
The first few streams of warm morning sun slipped through the cracks where the curtains parted. This left gold streaks scattered about the Queen's quarters, almost in a stripe like fashion. You placed a breakfast tray down at the foot of the bed and made your way over to the curtains. With a gentle tug the curtains gave way to the bright light of the morning, this was the push needed to finally wake the Queen.
"Good morning Queen Rosalie." You murmured softly. "King Otto took his breakfast in his room this morning, so I figured I'd do the same for you." All you received from the Queen was a groggy grunt before she pulled the tray of food close to her. You took this as you cue to get out of there as fast as she could. She would send for you in another hour or so when she was ready to get dressed for the day.
As you made you trek back to the kitchens a maid, by the name of Alice, stopped you in your tracks. The two of you had grown rather close over the years of working in the castle. Especially now that you both were Lady's Maids for the Queen, you got to know each other quite well.
On Alice's face was a rather mischievous grin. You knew that look, she had something to tell you. And you knew it only could mean trouble. "Alice....what is it?" The other maid looked like she was about to burst with excitement. She grabbed your hands and leaned in real close to you so your foreheads were nearly touching. "The King wants to see you! He needs measurements done for clothing he's to wear to the feast he's holding later in the month."
You look at Alice as if she had suddenly sprouted two heads. "Is the seamstress not available?" Alice, still grinning like a madwoman, nodded her head. "Unfortunately she's taken rather ill and needed to find someone to fill her place for now." A look of confusion seemed like it was temporarily etched into your features. "Well don't be too upset Alice...." You remarked sarcastically. But this comment barely seemed to phase her. In fact, she just brushed right past it entirely.
"Anyways, I told the King that you had quite a bit of seamstress experience. Also that you would be perfectly fit for the job! And don't think I haven't seen the way you ogle over him. I'm practically doing you a favor!" You loved Alice, you really did. But it is moments like these that really test that love.
It was true though, you did find yourself admiring the King from the far. He was quite handsome. You thought that you could get off without a soul knowing, but of course Alice picked up on it. Nothing could get by her. "A-Alice I don't know what you're talking about. I-"
"Don't even start with me. He's expecting you in fifteen minutes. So collect your measuring.....stuff, and get your rear over to the King's quarters. Got it?" The rose hued flush that began creeping onto the bridge of your nose and cheeks immediately gave you away. You were too stunned to speak, so you simply nodded your head. "Go on little mouse, scurry away!" The nickname was a loving tease, Alice knew you hated it so she just threw it in there. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that.
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A pair of large wooden doors were all that was keeping you separated from the King. Your heart fluttered wildly against your ribs like a swarm of butterflies. You reached your fist out and gently tapped the door twice with a polite knock. "Come in." A muffled voice said from behind the doors. A voice inside your mind yelled at you to keep it all together. You spent hours upon hours with the Queen. This should've prepared you for the worse, and then some.
You placed a hand upon the intricate golden knob and opened the door for yourself. Once you had gotten further enough into the room, you shut the heavy door behind you. Without missing a beat you dropped into a curtsy. Your head dipped to the floor not daring to make eye contact with the King. "Good morning Your Majesty."
From above you, a hearty chuckle could be heard. "Oh come now Dear, I don't require any of that." You scrambled up from your lowered position and stood up straight. Finally, your eyes met his amber irises. A warm smile spread onto his bearded face. "My, my, what a beauty you are." This was muttered under his breath just loud enough for you to hear.
You cleared your throat trying to clear the tension that was slowly rising in the room. But the soft pink blush that peppered your cheeks gave you away almost immediately. You simply pushed right past his comment. “This won’t take long I promise you. I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” A look of disappointment flashed across the King’s face. “I don’t mind my dear, stay as long as you’d like. It’s quite refreshing to have a new face around here.”
Once more his comment goes ignored. You goal was simple, get in and then get out. From a velvet pouch you pull out a thin measuring tape, a pencil, and a small pad of paper. You place the writing utensil atop a near by table before draping the measuring tape over your shoulders for now. “I just need you to remove your coat so I can get an accurate measurement.”
Before you had ever finished your sentence Otto began taking off his coat. “Well, you move rather fast don’t you. For a woman of few words, you sure do know what you want.” A sigh of frustration puffed out from your taught lips. All of this flirtation and teasing made your head spin. For its massive size, the room felt small. Everything was just too close for your liking.
From where you were standing, his natural scent overwhelmed your senses. Tobacco and leather mingled in the thick air along with the natural flowery-ness of the oils you used in your hair. “You’re trembling.” His voice was lowered to a mere whisper. The observation was correct, so your plans of concealing your nerves failed miserably. “Do I scare you?” Each word was said so delicately. Filled with a softness you didn’t know he could possess.
“I-I….” For a moment you stared up at him. The air left your lungs as you struggled to pulled an answer out of….somewhere. “I’m just nervous, that’s all.” Your voice broke ever so slightly. This earned a soft chuckle from the King. “You’re a breath of fresh air.” You honestly couldn’t tell the sincerity of his words. You were in too much of a state of shock to process anything.
“I see the way you look at me when you think no one is watching. I can see right through you.” You take a step back and shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can we just end this conversation here. I don’t-”
With a few steps he was now only a few inches away from you. He leaned down to meet your height and pressed a hungry kiss to your lips. His thick arms wrapped around your waist, you couldn’t help but melt into his touch. You stood up on your toes to meet his lips, only deepening the kiss. The little pouch your were holding dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, pulling yourself closer into him.
Your mind clearly had not caught up to your body because in a normal state this would absolutely not be happening.
After your lips were red and raw, you finally pulled away. You couldn’t help but stare up at him in absolute shock of what just happened. His thick brown hair was slightly tussled, a few stray pieces fell down upon his forehead. Otto pulled back as well. He tucked a piece of your own hair behind your ear, but you were sure it was going to take a lot more than that to look presentable once more.
“I hope to be seeing you again my dear.” Just like that Otto was gone. He left yo alone in the middle of his quarters. Yet all you could do was just stand there.
Did that really just happen?
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x-emoloverofthings-x · 2 days ago
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I have a small request if thats alright. Headcanons on ottos tentacles interacting with reader, do the different arms act differently around his s/o? I can just imagine them whirring and getting all excite for y/n or picking up y/n if they think they might get hurt djdjsvjsks
omg this is too cute!! i can just imagine them like little snakes coming over to see you!
-when the two of you first started seeing each other, the arms would immediately take a liking to you
-they would come near you, and chirp and whip, but not get close enough to touch you, as if they were shy
-but as the two of you got closer, they would warm up to you
-sometimes they would do this cute thing, where they would push the two of you together and try to get you to kiss
-it was their way of shipping the two of you
-when the two of you did kiss for the first time, they made the cutest little buzzing and chirping sounds
-there were also times when the two of you would cuddle, they would nuzzle up to you and let out a little purring sound
-y/n would pet them, the same way that a person would pet a cat
-basically they just act as cute little pets :)
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jedislut · a day ago
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Night Shift
THIS IS AN 18+ PIECE OF FICTION. please do not read on if you are underage or uncomfortable with NSFW fanfiction!!!
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[warnings:] Mean Dom! Doc Ock, dub-con (?), smutty smutty smut smut, cumplay, degradation, degrading nicknames, male recieving oral, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, P in V sex, no aftercare, AFAB reader (didnt massively use gendered language but mentions of things like pussy, babygirl, etc.)
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hey hey hey everyone!! thanks for all the patience on this one, i enjoyed writing it so much !! (probably a little too much if you know what i mean LOL) ENJOY!!!
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you padded to the kitchen to get a drink. studying for this stupid project had you hunched over and stressed out for the past hour, chewing pen lids and frantically typing on your computer about all sorts of things you didn’t understand, so it was high time you go and stretch out.
you closed your eyes and rolled your neck after taking a sip, happy to feel the cold water sliding down your throat. You loved what you did, but sometimes on nights like this you wished you could make it all vanish and think about something else. You topped up your glass, and reluctantly headed back to your room. 
You let out a deep sigh as you pushed open the door, knowing you had far too much to do in too little time before your deadline in a couple days.
'What's wrong, darling?'
You froze. your blood went cold as a deep voice crept out of the dark corner of your room.
you didn't realise you had dropped your glass until you felt cold water hit your now boiling skin, the crash of the glass snapping you out of your frozen state. you opened your mouth to scream, but before you could even draw in a breath to your lungs, a hard metal claw had managed to snap itself around your soft cheeks, the fat bulging around its hard edges.
'I've been watching you for a while. Watching you walk around in barely anything. Letting just about anyone walk through these doors, just to leave you disappointed. You gave me no choice but to help you… I know you, I know this is what you want,'
Your tears had started to slip down your flushed skin and hit the metal.
As he was talking, he started to step into the light cast by the one lamp on your desk. you shook in fear and anticipation with the sound of his hard boots hitting the floor.
'I know you,' he repeated, 'and you will soon come to realise that I can take everything from you. So try not to scream, I'd really rather not hurt you.' 
He was huge. 6'2 and made of muscle and fat, so much so that it seemed like he was ten times the size of you, and the way he was looking at you... it's like he could've devoured you.
You stared into his Hazel eyes as he stood a foot away from you. Slowly his mechanical arm detached itself from your face and as it did, another more human arm came up to gently rub the red marks left in your jaw.
'Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?' you whispered, mainly because you felt like you wouldn't be able to raise your voice if you tried.
He didn't answer. Instead he lightly tapped your face with a smirk and walked over to your notes that were covering every conceivable surface in your room. You watched him as he mulled around, sometimes stopping to read your writing and mutter something about you being very bright under his breath. A heat came to your cheeks as you were being praised, every part of you incredibly confused by this entire interaction. You should be more scared!! There's a fucking cyborg man who just told you he could kill you walking around your room, and here you are lapping up praise like a needy schoolgirl.
While you still wouldn't dare move a muscle, terrified of the behemoth man in your space, you found yourself taking a moment to stare inquisitively at his tentacles. Your brain didn't want to absorb the fact that this man was clearly half robot, and that those robots seemed to have a life of their own; one keeping its beady red center focused on you at all times, while the other three floated around the man's figure, dressed in a black roll neck and some pressed black slacks, held up by a simple but smart belt, the whole ensemble so simple it seemed the kind of thing that would actually cost hundreds of dollars. 
As he moved past you, you inhaled softly, unable to ignore the smell of worn leather, the muskiness of sweat and cigar smoke filling your lungs. 
After what felt like an eternity, he decided to move his attention back to you.
As slowly as he paced around your room, he started to move towards you, not moving his eyes off of yours. He stood close enough to you that you felt his breath moving the peach fuzz on your cheek. He leant in so his lips were ghosting against the shell of your ear as he whispered;
'You don't know this yet. But you will come to have my name burned in every corner of your mind. In every atom of your body, you will find me. You will never be able to escape how good I can make you feel; in every partner you will look for me.'
His voice made every hair on your body stand on end, and the fear you felt started to transform into a heat in your stomach and a tingle in your clit.
' You may call me Otto. '
A small gasp came from your parted lips.
The silence stretched on forever as every part of you came alive under his gaze.
His gloved hand came up and he traced his finger down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and desire.
'Say it,' he commanded.
You attempted to speak, but nothing came out of your suddenly parched throat. It took you swallowing and gently clearing your throat before you could even start to make a noise.
'Otto.'
As the word passed your plush lips, a smile crept onto his. Suddenly, his mouth was on yours and you were breathing each other in and his hand was on your neck and in your hair. His metal arms had started to surround you and their bright red eyes interrogated every inch of your body.
His hands were fucking everywhere and yours traveled up his arms, where you felt muscle rippling under his feverish skin. You went on like this for what felt like hours until he pushed you violently onto your bed. His hands messily ripped your very few items of clothing off your body while you panted under his touch. 
He was muttering under his breath that you belong to him, and though you were pretty sure this strange man was slightly insane, every word he said lit you on fire.
His touch felt its way up your leg while you shook in anticipation. He stared at your slick pussy with a shit eating grin on his mouth, ‘I knew you wanted this, you fucking slut’.
With that, he pressed his flat palm over your entire area, the warmth making you roll into his contact with a string of swear words falling from your mouth. 
‘Remember slut, I want to hear my name,’ he spoke with an edge of warning hidden behind his words. 
You started to beg: ‘please Otto, please! I need you to fuck me, I need you to touch me… please Otto, I need to feel you inside of me!’
He grabbed you and pulled you up until you on the same eye level, ‘If you are going to be so fucking desperate, you can wait. I asked to hear my name, not a monologue’. He punctuated his sentence by dropping you without warning, making your knees buckle under the sudden pressure of your weight. 
His metal appendages were behind you in an instant, wrapped around your arms, keeping you in place on the floor while you stared up at the doctor. 
He removed one glove with his teeth so that he could undo his trousers and free his bulging dick from their prison of fabric. He smiled down at your shocked reaction when his huge cock bounced in front of your eyes, and a small ‘oh shit,’ escaped without thinking. 
He called your attention back to his eyes with a click of his fingers, and while placing his leather gloves back onto his thick, tanned fingers, he spoke; ‘I want you to take all of me. I don’t want you to make a single fucking sound. Got it, baby?’ you nodded, the fear you felt earlier creeping back into your body when you realised that you have no way out of this huge man and his huge cock about to seemingly split you in two.
With that, he placed one huge hand on the back of your head, and used the other hand to open your mouth and collect as much spit as he could from you, using it to lube up his veiny dick before pushing your head forward so that you could wrap your mouth around the already leaking head. 
The sustained growl you heard coming from deep in his throat sent a shiver straight down your back and into your slick heat. 
You closed your eyes and bobbed your head over his tip, using your tongue to swirl around and lick the underside of his shaft. The more you fit into your mouth the more he groaned and swore at you, calling you all sorts of combinations of degrading names. You could hear the blood rushing past your ears as you started to lose breath, but all you wanted to do was please the man who had you at his mercy. 
You pulled away when his grip faltered on your head for a moment, using the few precious seconds to try and get as much air into your lungs as you could, your jaw slack and your lidded eyes staring up at him. 
‘Come on baby, I know you can do better than that, huh?’, with that, he pushed his entire length into you, making your nose hit his pubes, letting you breathe in his sweaty and earthy scent, while he rutted into the back of your throat. His fingers dug into your scalp, tangling in your hair, and you were thankful he kept his gloves on because you almost think he'd cut your skin with the pressure if it weren't for the extra layer.
As you choked around him, you could feel him getting more and more desperate, his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic while your spit ran down your chin and started to hit your thighs in cold pools. Just as you started to feel your vision cloud, and your sight starting to gain little black spots, he snapped his hips hard and fast into your throat, swearing through his gritted teeth and tipping his head back. The metal tentacles tightened around you and you felt his warm cum shoot into your mouth and throat. You had to squeeze your eyes to stop yourself from coughing or making noise when the sudden warm sensation hit you. 
He sighed deeply and contently, slowly pulling out of your soft mouth. He smiled wickedly down at you. 
‘Good little cumslut, you took me so well baby,’ he purred at you with his hoarse, lust-filled voice. 
The constricting metal arms loosened around you as he knelt down at your level, taking a moment to watch you gasp and try to get your vision back to normal. The warm cum had started to drip out of your mouth as you desperately tried to breathe. He tutted at you, and used his huge leather-clad fingers to scoop up the cum from your chin and thighs and place it back onto your quivering tongue. 
‘Stupid little slut, we don’t want to waste this stuff do we? We need you full up, my gorgeous whore’. 
You swallowed all his salty semen and nodded at his words, sucking the remainder off of his gloves as he cooed insults into your foggy brain. 
He placed himself back into his trousers and with the assistance of his metal appendages, he picked you up and placed you on your bed, face up with your ass hanging off the edge. His warm hands held open your soft thighs and he peppered kisses into your inner thigh. You were certain he could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt, you were so desperate for any contact that you started to roll your hips slightly. 
‘Only because you took me so well, I am going to let you cum. You hear me baby? I want you to cum on my face and show me how much you need me,’ 
‘Yes Otto, Thank you thank you thank you’, you mumbled, still in a blissful state from the force of what he had just done to you. 
He laughed at you, and licked a gentle, flat stripe up the entire length of your pussy. 
‘Fffffffuuuckk Otto,’ you groaned down to him as he continued torturing you with his soft, wet tongue. 
He replaced his hands with metal claws on your thighs, pushing you open further and snaking one arm onto your stomach to get better leverage on you as he fucked you with his mouth. 
You jutted your hips into him and gasped when his aquiline nose hit your clit and sent a shot of pure pleasure through your entire body. 
You keened highly when suddenly he removed himself from your cunt. Propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch what he was doing, he rose to meet your face. Just as you opened your mouth to beg him to touch you again, you felt two of his huge gloved fingers slip into you without any resistance, immediately hitting your g spot with ease. 
You screamed out as he started fucking you, hard, with his skilled fingers. He curled up into you with expert precision, it was like he had done this a million times before with you. 
He swallowed your moans by attaching his mouth to yours and kissing you so passionately that you almost could've cum right there and then. Everything he was doing to you was sending you fucking mad, your eyes fell backwards and tears started to fall onto your cheeks for the second time in god knows how long. 
‘That's it baby, I know, I know,’ he cooed as he moved back in between your legs.
He carried on pumping his girthy fingers into you as he swirled circles around your clit, the pressure building in you by the second. You arched your back and your hands shot down to grab his thick black curls as you scrambled for anything to give you something to hold on to.
As you pulled his hair in your fists, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your tummy, the metal claws almost piercing your skin with the sudden change in his emotion. 
He growled so loudly and possessively into you that you felt the vibration in your core. 
He fucked you harder and harder until everything went white and you couldn't even hear the scream coming out of your open mouth or feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your whole body arched into his touch and shook under his every movement, as he continued fucking you through your orgasm, wanting to taste every drop of your cum.
‘Holy fucking shit Otto,’ you panted, ‘who the fuck are you?’
The aftershocks spasmed through you sporadically, making the doctor chuckle every time, every now and again getting a small ‘fucking pathetic’ from him as he watched you try to regain control over your body. 
He brought his hand up to your mouth and you graciously accepted it and licked all your cum off of him, smiling around his warm fingers.
Once he decided you had enough recovery time, he simply commanded you to ‘Get up. Now’.
On shaky legs like a fawn, you stood in front of him. He rose to his full height and started to walk towards you, his chest pushing into you and causing you to stumble backwards until you were pressed up against the cold wall, the cyborg man staring down at you with a dark expression. 
‘Turn around for me, slut,’ 
Obviously, you weren't moving fast enough for his liking, because he rolled his eyes and grabbed your hips, flipping you around until your face pressed into the wall and your ass was pressing into his crotch. 
‘You see how fucking hard you made me? You need to take care of this, okay?’
You nodded against the wall and as you heard him unzipping his trousers once again, you heard the whirring of metal moments before you felt claws gripping each of your ankles and wrists, fastening you in your place. 
The cold edges pressed into your skin as his hands roamed your body, grabbing your soft skin, cupping your ass as it pressed into him. Groans escaped him without hesitation as he remarked how beautiful you were. His huge digits eventually settle, one on your throat and one guiding his hard erection through your folds. You shook as your hole clenched, wanting to swallow his length in and be pumped full of him. 
He traced the head of his cock over your clit, both of you letting out shaky breaths at the feeling. 
Without warning, he pushed his entire dick into you, eliciting a scream from you and a feral growl from him as he bottomed out, his tummy hitting your back.
he stayed like this for a minute, savouring the feeling of your cunt quivering around him, begging for stimulation. Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in, hitting your cervix with a gorgeous ache. Although you were shivering from the cold, you felt heat creeping from your cheeks down onto your chest. He pumped into you slowly while gently rolling your nipple in between his hands.
Those fucking gloves.
‘Oh god, fuck me oh God’ you moaned out between his fastening strokes. 
‘There's no God here, sweetheart. Or have you just forgotten. My. Fucking. Name? Huh?,’ He snapped his hips into yours harder with each word. 
‘Oh fuck! Fuck me Otto-’ You wept out, losing control over your raspy voice with every stroke he fucked deep into you, a fizzing sensation rising in your belly as he hit your spot over and over again until your screams of his name turned into unintelligible yells and moans. 
His grip tightened around your neck and his hand slid down from where it was gripping your waist to rub messy circles into your clit. You keened out into the cold air, every noise you made making him lose more of his composure every second. 
Your hands balled into fists as the metal arms held you tighter into the wall. The steel dented your walls with the pressure, but you couldn't give less of a fuck. 
‘Holy fuck, my gorgeous little kitten.. Your pussy is fucking dripping for me. You couldn't have fucking kept me away from you if you tried’ he breathed into your ear, making your head tip back and rest on his thick arm as it bent you back towards his chest. 
His fingers rubbing into your clit got rushed, and his thrusts got faster and harder. 
‘Please Otto, please, I’m gonna fucking cum- don’t stop!,’ you screamed while a heat spread over every muscle in your body.
‘Don’t you fucking dare, you don’t deserve to, Slut’ he barked at you, snapping you out of your building orgasm and making you desperately try to stave off the feeling of ecstasy in your cunt. 
He thrust into you hard; once, twice, three times, before you felt a warmth ooze into you. 
You groaned as tears fell down your cheeks from the loss of your orgasm, shaking like a leaf in his arms.
He stayed inside you for a while, both of you breathing in each others air: you with your sweaty forehead pressed into the cool wall, and him resting his head against your back. 
After a moment, he pulled out of you slowly. 
The vice grip he had on your arms and legs loosened as you collapsed onto the floor, legs shaking under you. He composed himself before crouching in front of you. He stared into your eyes and pushed his fingers into your throbbing pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your head, overstimulated and frankly, fucking exhausted, as he curled his fingers up into you and collected as much of his warm cum onto his fingers as he could. He placed the liquid onto your tongue, making you clean him off for the second time that night, before kissing you, spreading the salty flavours between your tongues. 
He pulled away from you and placed his wet glove onto your reddened cheek, slightly squishing your face under his strong fingers. 
You attempted to keep your gaze on him as he placed you onto your bed, but you were fast losing your ability to stay awake. 
‘I'll see you soon, Baby.’ you hear him taunt, while you slip into an exhausted slumber. 
The only thing you saw as you tried to keep your eyes open was your curtains gently blowing in the light breeze made by your open window.
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thepowerofthesun · 3 hours ago
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coffeefox2k · 2 days ago
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A quick doodle of Doc because.... him
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lacteaway · 2 days ago
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spoopy-pumpkin-possum · 2 days ago
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Can I offer you some nice Part 10 transparent pics of Doc Ock during this time?
Feel free to use! ^-^
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glorfindelssword · a day ago
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Never got hit with inspiration so quickly
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docockfeels · a day ago
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Idk
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san-tsun · 2 days ago
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The inhibitor chip..!!! ...Gone. 🐙
Clearly an excuse for drawing sHOES. And dramatic pose. And Otto Octavius.
(V2 -> Better quality on DeviantArt)
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reuripotte · a day ago
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Doctor Otto Octavius
What if Alfred Molina's version of Otto Octavius ​​was the same as the cartoon?
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x-emoloverofthings-x · 2 days ago
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Cute writing prompt idea: Reader finds out Otto is ticklish and playful fighting ensues :3
-when Otto found out that you were ticklish, he immediately took this information and used it against you >:)
-he would playfully chase you around and try to tickle you
-he just loved to hear you giggle so much, of course ;)
-even his tentacles would be in on it
-its all playful of course
-when they caught you, then the would find all the most ticklish part of you and then launch their attack >)
-you would then retaliate, finding all of Otto's ticklish spots
-soon the two of you would just turn into a giggly mess <3
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doc-is-hot · 21 hours ago
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This clip is not talked about enough
HE GETS UP SO FAST AHAHAHHAHA
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chimerachimera · 18 hours ago
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Man :)
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Based off of uhhh. This sweater (courtesy of @trash-pngs):
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werl · 2 hours ago
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Color soon 🎨
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