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Spider-Man is... Peter Parker?! PT. 1
Note(s) : This is inspired by a post from @kzele and the reblog by @thecatchat
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The itching ache corrupting his mind wouldn't rest, the unrelenting screams and the claws that nag at his every waking moment. Peter Parker, a teenage boy, Spider-Man, a superhero, he doesn't feel like one, not right now.
The Symbiote infecting his mind was not his own fault, yes, he had been slightly careless, and yes, he could've prevented it, but foresight is something he didn't and couldn't have had.
Today? Our superhero isn't awake, Peter is asleep, a victim of his own mind. The Symbiote, Venom, takes over, and while Peter is not conscious, Venom fights the crime that he would otherwise be unable to stop. There's one problem with this shortcut, it's killing him, infecting him slowly, his attitude is worse, his empathy is gone, his love for his family and friends is no longer.
Unknown to Peter, the symbiote doesn't just take over when he's asleep.
And while he's being punched, kicked and slammed into the ground, Peter can't feel any of it, the Symbiote keeps his consciousness at bay. The ones fighting him don't know his true identity, they may not know Peter Parker, but they know Spider-Man.
The Sinister Six can tell something is wrong, they know the infamous web slingers moves, his sarcastic quips, the way he voices his thoughts out loud, but this day he's dead silent.
Even when he burnt his tongue and it hurt to speak he still did, this is... Different, unnerving. Like when you visit a place after years, the differences are so small it's practically the same, but it's not quite right enough for it to be familiar.
Only one thought is shared between the six villains.
This isn't Spider-Man.
The thought for many is just that, something they can brush over and never think of again, but for Sandman and Doc Ock, one a man who has been beaten by Spider-Man more than he can count, and the other a super genius, it's hard to get rid of the feeling that something's wrong.
The Symbiote infecting Spider-Man has enough strength to defeat the Sinister six as if it's no real feat, and it's getting close to that.
Doctor Octavius' plan is running thin, his current battle with Spider-Man growing desperate. Vulture is flying above, occasionally scratching the Spider to try and aid his team mate. Rhino has his horn stuck in a building, which he can't pull out because Sandman and Electro are next to him, one stuck in a puddle and beginning to regret even coming along, the other is almost completely out of electricity, laying down limp on the ground a few meters away.
But, one member came more prepared than he could ever realise. What the Symbiote didn't anticipate was Shockers new upgrade, it looks the same as his regular gauntlets, works similarly too. It uses sound waves to stun and even incapacitate a human, the noise is at a frequency that it could even deafen some one if used in long periods of time.
He'd wanted to try out on the spider for weeks, but somehow the infamous hero was always busy with another criminal, now, he has his chance.
While Spider-Man was busy with Doctor Octavius', throwing kick and punch to the metal arms, which he surprisingly didn't have any issue with, Montana snuck behind him, and sticking out his fist, he yelled for Octavius to move and he fired.
Doc Ock's moved out of the way, and he turned for a moment, only for a moment so he could check on one of his damaged tentacles, but his head snaps right back to the Spider when he hears a blood curdling scream.
They had all expected Spider-Man to hold his hands on his ears, to yell and try to run away, but the noise he's letting out doesn't sound like anything the bug had made before, it doesn't even sound human. Two voices at once drown one another out, the symbiotes control is becoming fragile, Peter's mind is slowly awakening.
Electro gets off the ground with a groan, hunched over, he stares in confusion, his eyes trying to narrow, to focus on the scene that's playing out before him. Finally, Sandman manages to escape the predicament, he hoists up Electro and walks a bit closer to... Whatever is happening, allowing Rhino to yank his horn out, partially collapsing the building.
Even more confusing was for Spider-Man to begin convulsing, his screams get louder, his body contorts as he falls to the ground, twitching erratically. The entire Sinister Six watches in a mix of horror and confusion as his suit begins to peel off his body, whatever the creature is, it begins to worm around, desperately trying to cling to its host.
Shocker immediately puts both of his hands together, blasting the creature with full force in an attempt to separate it from Spider-Man, in his head, this is because it's clear... Whatever this thing was, gave Spider-Man his new found strength, and none of the Sinister Six want to go through a beat down that embarrassing again.
Spider-Man's body immediately stops struggling when the creature finally separates, he lays limp, but the strange goop continues to scream and try to worm away, it sounds ungodly, something that'd give a man nightmares, it desperately attempts to crawl away from the unbearable pain it's in.
"Will one of you morons help me?!" He yells frantically, the black goop writhes, unable to move away from Shockers blast as it's mind is flung into full panic. After a few beats of silence from the Sinister Six, the symbiote still screaming, one of Doc Ock's tentacles slam down a trash can over the creature, keeping it trapped in place.
In their panic and stunned confusion, they failed to notice what happened to Spider-Man, that the strange creature wasn't just a top of his regular suit, it was on his skin, when their eyes finally focus on the web Slinger, they realise what just happened.
There on the floor lies a young, skinny boy, he's completely limp on the ground, his skin is pale and covered in dark bruises, he's only dressed in a tank top and shorts.
Vulture lands on the ground with a thud, staring in shock at the sight before him. But soon enough, both his and Electros eyes widen in recognition, that mole, those eyes, that hair, that's Peter Parker.
"That boy is skinny, what are they feeding you city kids..." Shocker mutters under his breath, so quiet that he didn't even realise he spoke, his eyes stare blankly, yet in slight confusion, at the limp body.
"What the hell is that?!" Rhino exclaims, staring, dumbfounded, by whatever that creature is and whoever this boy is.
Sandman could feel Electro squirming slightly, and so let him go, the electrical charged man seems to be in a trance, his eyes wide and breathing shallow.
"Peter...?" Electro takes a few steps closer to his limp body, he can see the pain he's in, his breathing is shallow, his lips slowly turning blue from the cold.
"That's the alien brought back by Sargent Jameson's ship." Doc Ock observes, his eyes narrowing as he stares coldly at the garbage can, it shakes every few moments, the symbiote is desperate to escape it's new cage.
"Wait, wait, so, Spider-Man is a kid? And he got infected by some random alien goop?" Rhino blurts out, in shock at the situation presented to him.
"No, you insolent fool." Doc Ock shoots a glare towards Rhino, adjusting his goggles for a few seconds. "This is just some boy the... Parasite, must've taken hold onto." He explains away, waving off Rhino and his, rather astute, observation.
"Yeah, that makes sense, doc! This kid is Peter Parker, he's an intern at Conners laboratory, I used to be the electrician there." Electro suddenly pipes in, he almost goes to pick Peter up, but jerks back upon realising he doesn't have his gloves on. "He's way too wimpy, there's no way he's Spider-Man." He firmly states.
"He's also Norman Osborn's son's best friend..." Vultures eyes narrow slightly as he mutters cold words, he crosses his arms and makes no move to help Peter.
Sandman feels sick to his stomach, he's frozen in shock, hardly able to process the situation. He never wanted to hurt a kid, or anybody, sure he robbed banks, but he never set out to try and hurt civilians. This isn't what he signed up for.
"We need to get this kid to safety, now." His voice comes out strained, losing it's casual and rough nature, he uses his sand to pick up Peter, his eyes snap around, observing the city to find a safe place.
"Hm..." Almost hesitant, Doc Ock furrows his brows for a few moments before speaking up. "We have a safe house for emergencies, follow." Doc Ock waves a hand to motion Sandman forward, but for a moment, and only a moment, his eyes linger on Peter before he begins to walk off, his tentacles propelling him forward.
Some extra information on my universe's Sinister Six members.
First post here
I'm tempted to do entire fics on them but- I need to stop before I start overwhelming myself and getting too excited.
Doctor Olivia Odell
Likes - She's always had a strange fascination with ballet, always adores any dances that include sea themes, or long flowy silk.
Dislikes - Any vehicles, cars, helicopters, even bicycles make her nervous and uncomfortable because she has no control. Olivia used to walk everywhere, now, her tentacle situation can help with that.
Favourite food - Fruits, specifically strawberries and blueberries, she loves salads because they can be so diverse with what foods are included.
Least favourite food - Anything spicy, she's always preferred colder foods, and so something hot in temperature let alone flavour is just not her thing.
How does she text? - Usually her texts have very good grammar, even in crisis, she doesn't text often and prefers to use emails in which they're very professional and well structured.
Nationality - English.
What does she think of her fellow Sinister Six members? -
I... Have mixed feelings on the Green Goblin, I believe that his obsession with perfecting... Whatever he was trying to do, was rather immature, and not well thought out, but, I can understand his need for scientific discovery.
Frederick? His connections are useful, and his dedication to his family is admirable, but it gets in the way. He has a soft spot for those younger than him, which, to be fair, is a lot of people.
Marlene is far too bright, my eyes sting just looking at them. They're also very young and unsure. Their powers, however? Now, that's interesting.
Miguel, much like Frederick, has family issues that are too distracting, but, at least he's much more willing to be a firm leader and get the job done.
Mysterio... What do I say about Mysterio?... He's... His illusions are definitely useful...
Norman Osborn
Likes - He likes shiny objects, anything that can spin, and screams. They're loud, they drown out the voices.
Dislikes - Those two boys... He can't remember how he knows them, but he knows it's painful to see them.
Favourite food - Steak.
Least favourite food - Anything with too much grease.
How does he text? - Doesn't bother to check for spelling errors, punctuation, or grammar, and he's barely coherent. Yet, he insists on texting the Sinister Six group chat regularly.
Nationality - American.
What does he think of his fellow Sinister Six members?
Pretty hair, like little tentacles.
Sand is irritating, all over my skin... He does it on purpose, I know it.
Bright, loud... Perfect to listen to... Not fun to talk to.
Too quiet... He reminds me of... Of...
Shiny, I like the helmet, it spins.
Frederick Miller
Likes - Playing dolls with his daughter, he can't afford much, but his wife passed down a dollhouse with some cute little wooden peg dolls that they play with after school.
Dislikes - Soft beds, he's always preferred a hard surface to sleep on, maybe that's why his back is so horrible.
Favourite food - He likes cereal. It's cheap, the most important meal of the day, they give you a lot of what you need, plus, you can add anything to it.
Least favourite food - Honestly? Anything with an expensive price tag, the cheaper, the better it tastes.
How does he text? - He can't actually write too well and so uses the speech to text feature, it makes his texts get misunderstood regularly.
Nationality - American.
What does he think of his fellow Sinister Six members?
Olivia is strange, she's not a bad co-worker but she's intense. I don't know if she likes me, and I don't know if I like her. At the end of the day, she's just another criminal I gotta work with.
Uh... That guy...? Green Goblin, was it? He's... He's definitely a... Uhm... Person...?
Marlene reminds me of my kid, they're bright, fun, and honestly? I feel bad for them, they shouldn't be in this business, at all, from what they've told me, it was a complete accident.
Miguel, he's strict, commanding, but that's until you share a beer with the guy. He's damaged, I feel for him. Although, that doesn't make me like waking up at five AM any more.
I don't like how Mysterio acts around Marlene. He's just... Weird... At least his technology is useful.
Marlene Diegel
Likes - Ballet and classical music, they're very important to the history of theatre and the entertainment industry in general.
Dislikes - Dull colours and costumes that aren't flashy, in their opinion, if you're going to be a villain you may as well dress the part.
Favourite food - Cake, the ones with heavy icing and cherries on top.
Least favourite food - Chicken, especially with bones in it.
How do they text? - Lots of emoticons and exclamation / quotation marks, they're never professional texting even when it's about a serious mission.
Nationality - German.
What do they think of their fellow Sinister Six members?
I wish I was as smart as Olivia, I admire her, really, but she's honestly not very fun to be around. She's quiet, and kinda boring, but at least her tentacles can hold stuff for me.
Green Goblin gives me the creeps, he's literally green, I thought he was some kind of alien at first. I can't imagine purposefully doing that to yourself.
Frederick is nice to me, I don't know why, but he feels like my dad, or my brother, or just my friend, even if we never get to sit down and talk much, I always enjoy when we do.
Miguel also reminds me of my dad, but how he actually was, and not the feeling of a dad. He's very strict and he kinda scares me sometimes, but he's not doing it in a bad way, or at least I don't think he is?
Mysterio's got a fish bowl for a head, I admire the flair, especially the cape, but it is a little ridiculous, and that's coming from somebody with lighting patterns all over their clothes. There's something about him though, I can't place my finger on it!
Miguel Dominguez
Likes - Taking videos and photos, he originally wanted to be a photographer before joining the army, and he's never managed to get back into the hobby professionally.
Dislikes - Watching sports, he despises how boring it is and how you aren't even doing anything while watching.
Favourite food - Pizza, specifically with jalapenos, barbeque sauce and pineapple, it adds a spicy kick and an interesting flavour combination, which boosts his energy.
Least favourite food - Spaghetti, it was his wife's favourite, even the smell makes him sick to his stomach.
How does he text? - He uses emojis a lot and isn't well versed in how people typically use them, so tends to come off as strange. Very good grammar, but occasionally he will sacrifice a bullet point or capital letter once and a while.
Nationality - Mexican.
What does he think of his fellow Sinister Six members?
Olivia's smart, she put this scorpion tail on me, but, I know what it looks like when someone is being told to do something. That's all I'm sharing.
Green Goblin's more like a pet than a human, why would a man reduce himself to such an animalistic state of mind is beyond me. At least he follows orders, I suppose.
Frederick is a good, hardworking, man. Despite how he acts at first, he is very family centered, and I feel as if we both have an understanding of our relationship as co-workers.
I don't think Marlene's cut out for this line of work.
I appreciate Mysterio and his illusions, the technology is impressive, and he's even added advancements to my tail on more than one occasion. But, he's a bit too... Eccentric, for our missions.
Quinlan Blanchfield
Likes - Baking, specifically after a long day of working behind the stage, the lights, the music, it all gives him a rush, and baking cools him down.
Dislikes - The colour blue, it's always just annoyed him, it's too soft.
Favourite food - Cokie dough, and cookies, but, he's working on trying to convince Olivia to help him find a way to safely consume cookie dough, so far she's uninterested.
Least favourite food - Anything that's salty, he never adds salt to his baking, no matter how much it'll improve it.
How does he text? - Uses words that any regular person would need a dictionary to decipher, he's never had a spelling error or incorrect grammar, yet he also uses emojis occasionally.
Nationality - French.
What does he think of his fellow Sinister Six members?
Olivia is impressive, her advancements are far beyond any others, and I'm not just saying that because her boss funds us and our living situations.
Green Goblin interests me, his state of mind, or lack thereof, his costume, everything is such a point of intrigue, I can't wait to learn more when he starts to regain his memories.
The sand guy? He's annoying, I'm starting to think he's spilling sand into my costume on purpose.
Marlene...? No comment.
Miguel is a great leader, he's strong, strict, everything about him is intense, I admire him, I really do, but his schedules and god, the diet? Don't get me started.
Haven't posted in FOREVER so here's a bunch of art!!!
When you love all versions of Doc Ock ❤️
Sometimes I just wanna-
Ya know?
Hes just a handsome little lad regardless of how evil he is
I couldn’t decide which Doc Ock fit those the best so I just made all of these. Let me know if I missed one
Hes a star and an angel 🥰
*gently holds*
All I think about every day is the boy
My poor little meow meow too precious for this world 🥺❤️
To answer your question, no. I am not ok
Heyo everyone! I’m switching gears and I’m gonna make content for a different fandom. Sorry a handsome metal octopus man stole my heart and won’t let it go so here we go!
Meet Oliver Gunther Octavius!
Yeah,I'm still adding new characters into my spidersona's universe without any shame.
Also,I've pirated new textures and brushes for my SAI,so I need a reason to mess around with them.
My hyper fixations have crossed over so I drew Spectacular Spider-Man Otto as a Welcome Home puppet. I’d like to think his tentacles would act kinda like how Home does
Might draw post- accident Otto at some point or other tssm characters in puppet form but for now this is what I got while I work on my WH oc bios
So I made a Doc Ock design and I figured I’d share it
I tried to mix elements of both TSSM Otto and Raimi Otto with the added titty window cause yes
Bonus early morning Doc
Adorable art. 💗
@only-mango-welches-fruitsnacks and i are obsessed with doc ock so here’s some otto doodles
MIT otto 💗
y’all pls do not look at my likes. i have no self control and immediately looked up no way home spoilers. save yourselves, it’s too late for me.
*all rights belong to their original owners
Otto Octavius Fan Video
*all rights go to their original owners*
Happy birthday, Otto! ❣️🐙
Otto Octavius Wallpaper/Aesthetic
*i do not own any of the original photos, credit goes to their rightful owners*
Dr Octavius x GN Reader SMUT
Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Dr Octavius x GN Reader SMUT
Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
The skies were crying, each drop of water splattering itself against the large windows of the decrepit building you carefully walked into. The paint on the brick walls were rotting off, white decayed into a tan and lightning booming in the sky highlighted every crevice the brick exposed. Lights from passing cars below you shined in the window. You were in the most comfortable clothes you owned but that left you exposed to the chill hanging in the air. Between the rain and the empty building around you, you couldn’t help but wander over to the laboratory, through the dark and arching hallways, under the torn curtains that separated the lab from the rest of your makeshift home.
“Otto, I’m coming in.” you announced, making sure that you were clear just in case any of his experiments were unstable and dangerous for you to be around. There was no response so you walked in to find him sitting in a chair by his desk, his shirt was taken off to make it easier for him to examine the tendril connected to his being. He was so focused, you didn’t want to interrupt whatever was happening in his head.
Instead, you made yourself a cup of coffee from the pot near his desk, and walked over to the pile of pillows in the corner to sit near him. You grabbed a blanket and sat leaning against the large window occupying the entire wall. It was hard not to steal glances towards Octavius. Him just sitting could turn heads, but it’s a different kind of attention than what he gets when he walks the streets. Not one of secrecy or alarm, but of adoration for his brilliance and beauty.
You snickered to yourself quietly, if Otto ever heard you call him beautiful you think he would scowl so hard he’d look like a pug. He often sports a glare but in this moment, where he feels alone with his thoughts, his face is calm and neutral, the antithesis of his thoughts, surely. He was always thinking, always working towards his next course of action. In the dim room, you admired the robotic arm in his hands.
Your eyes trailed up to his back, where scars litter his expanse of skin and lead to the other three robotic arms that fused into his spine. How painful was it to have been fused with metal, both physically and mentally? He never really talked about it. You couldn’t do anything but accept that, having your fair share of sore spots.
You looked back out of the window for a second only to look at the rain falling. Then you looked at Otto’s face, admiring the way the only lamp in the room reflected off his glasses. His short hair barely covered his forehead. Just behind his glasses, you could see his crows feet that got accentuated anytime he smiled and anytime he sneered. The downward curve of his sharp nose only accentuated his puppy dog eyes. Anytime you looked in his eyes, in his sweet, sad brown eyes, he could ask for anything and you’d give it to him undoubtedly.
“How long are you planning on staring at me?” Otto rasped out.
“However long you’ll let me,” you purred, “I can’t help it. You’re just so interesting.” You smiled at him, placing your elbow on your knee to get a better look at him. He scoffed at your comment causing your smile to widen. You loved to tease and he knew this well enough to be used to it.
“What? You don’t want me to?” you pouted, playfully of course but you pulled a convincing act because as soon as Otto looked at you his face softened. A sly grin replaced your pout and he scowled at you.
“You are trouble. What do you want? Attention?” Otto turned to you, sporting a smirk of his own.
“I’ll take it if you’re willing to give it. ” At that he stood, stretching out his arms giving you a perfect view of his chest and stomach. He walked over to you, and you didn’t miss the slight bounce in his chest. Your breath hitched when he squatted in front of you resting his hand on his knee and the other on your chin forcing you to look up at him from your lounging position.
“You’ll take it? Are you so sure you can handle what I’m about to do to you?” Otto smirked when he felt you gulp. You were too nervous to look anywhere but his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed covering them in a shadow of danger as they pierced into your vision.
“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, please.” Your eyebrow quipped hoping it’d be enough to ask nicely. From the way his grip on your chin shifted to your jaw, you figured he was satisfied with your answer. He lifted you from your cozy spot. As soon as you got to your feet, your back was forcefully pressed against the glass drawing a gasp from you. It was so cold and a little damp with condensation.
He lifted your thighs with his metal tendril to wrap your legs around his waist. His skin was the only warmth you could feel besides the heat growing in your groin. He rubbed against you, melting away any chill you felt.
“You’re already begging?” Otto chuckled, gripping your jaw enough to pucker your lips. “Why don’t we put that mouth to good use? They've been wanting to fill you since you walked in.” His tentacles curl up your back, dragging their way under your sweatshirt. You could feel the chilling ridges that allow their sophisticated movement. In a blink, your clothes were ripped off. Their torn shreds falling off of you exposing yourself to Otto. Shivers spread from your spine into your ribs at the feeling of the window against your bare skin.
The tentacles, now entangled in your limbs forcing you open for Otto’s piercing gaze, gently caress the side of your cheek, almost pleading to feel you. Slowly you opened your mouth, your tongue felt dry in the open air. Slinking towards your mouth, the tendril slowly rubbed against your lips only to enter your mouth suddenly.
You gasped in surprise, choking slightly on the limb now encompassed in your mouth. Otto released a cruel chuckle at your slight asphyxiation. He allowed you a breath of air before entering your mouth once again. The thick metal tendrils slithered down your throat making you gag over the textured hinges.
“You look so beautiful like this. So pathetic. So perfect. ” he smirked down at you. His hand caressed your sides gently, totally opposing the power behind the tentacle’s thrusts. You whimpered, swallowing spit and air any chance you could get. Saliva still dripped down your chin at his movement, it fell against your chest and grazed Otto’s erect cock that was already weeping precum. You couldn't tell when he took his cock out. All you could focus on was trying to breathe, and he took full advantage of that.
He had made himself busy with sucking at your neck. He sucked hickies down your chest and started groping at your asscheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them with his sturdy, large hands. He moved from your ass to your sex, playing with it harshly, matching the thrusts in your throat. He stroked you, forcing you to moan against his metal appendage.
Your moans didn't escape him, though they were muffled. Your teeth were lightly scratching against his tentacle making him shiver. Otto could feel the way your throat tightened when you tried to breath and how ragged your breaths were. He could practically feel the way your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation of him filling your hole being too much for you. He slowed down significantly, wanting your attention on him.
"What do you want?" he groaned in your ear nipping at the shell. "You want me to fuck you? Come on Darling, use your words." You couldn't speak even if you wanted to so you did the next best thing, you sobbed around him. Any semblance of words were muffled and tears were falling down your cheeks. Your face felt hot, your tongue was numb, and all you wanted was Otto to stroke you faster or to just start fucking you.
It wasn't enough for him. He needed to hear you. He wanted to feel your puffy lips on his skin, not the vague tingling feeling of metal warming. He finally pulled his tendril out of your mouth allowing you to take your first full breath of air in a while. You gasped, your lungs burning and face hot. Your throat was scratchy and dry but your face was a harsh contrast, being soaked with snot and tears and drool. Yet when Otto looked down at you, you didn't feel judged, you felt wanted. He wanted you, needed you.
When you could finally breathe without wheezing you gasped out, "Please, Otto. Please, I need you. Need you inside me." You wanted to hold him, to be released from his tendrils that ached against your joints and rubbed your skin raw. The hinges must have made a red, angry imprint on your arms already. He chuckled at your desperation, knowing full and well he felt the same.
His thick cock rubbed against your hole, precum lubing your already dripping entrance. You could feel the curve of his tip split you open. He was so warm, his slick cock entered you slowly, almost painfully so. After being mouth fucked so hard your jaw grew numb, you almost came from him entering you all the way. You felt so stretched out, not full but contently stuffed. You whined at him to start moving, to start fucking you as hard as he had been before, you wanted him to be rough with you. You wanted him to manhandle you, to grab you and throw you around like a doll. He was already holding you in place, he might as well use this to his advantage.
But no. Otto wanted to take his time with you. He would wait until you were begging for him, not that you weren’t already. He wanted you to need him so badly you cried, just so that he can wipe away those tears and fuck you until you bruise. He would of course take care of you after, and watch your pathetic form shake and shatter.
He started a grinding pace, accentuating how much you constricted around him. You sobbed, wanting to hold onto him, hold onto anything, but he was so far away and you were no match for the strength of his tendrils. The only warmth you could feel from him was his dick grinding against your gummy walls practically teasing you. That was all you could focus on besides the cold pinching grip on your arms and thighs, curling around your legs and up your neck.
Your throat was still burning and with every slow thrust you could feel the tentacle pressure on the column of your neck, pulsing on it over and over again. It wanted back inside you, it wanted to feel your warmth again and you could tell that Otto was holding back. His hands were shaking as they gripped your jaw gently.
He kissed you, feverishly, and though his touch never harshened, his grip pressed into you. His chest pressed against your chest, his pace increased and he pulled his hips back and thrusted into you. You cried into the kiss. Sobs wracked your chest. You felt electrified to finally get the closeness you wanted, needed, craved. His taste was addicting, though you mainly tasted leftover metal from the titanium-steel tentacles, there was a hint of spearmint and myrrh. You tried to claw your way closer to him, digging into your own hands and pressing your chest impossibly closer. He groaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Patience,” he chided, “tell me what you want.” You whimpered and writhed in his grasp, fighting to touch him. He tsked at you, clicking his tongue while looking down his nose at you. His thrusting stopped all together, making you cry harder.
“I won’t move until you tell me what you want.” Otto scolded.
“Please, I need you. Go faster, please!” Your voice was still hoarse but didn’t hurt as much as before. He chuckled at you, his wolfish grin sending shivers down your spine.
“I know you can do better than that. Go on, Precious.” he was almost whispering in your ear, his breath hitting your ear, cascading warmth down your neck. Your brows furrowed into a pout, this was frustrating. You could barely talk right now, you just wanted him to make you feel good.
“Please, Otto. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I bruise, please fuck me! ” Your voice got higher in desperation as you wiggled in his grasp. Otto nodded, satisfied by your submission.
“That’s more like it.” He growled, lifting you up with the tentacles and adjusting you so that your face and chest was pressed against the glass. Your breath fogged up the chilling glass near your face. You could only see the blurring city lights as he started fucking your ass at an unrelenting pace. You whined and gasped when your cheek pressed against the glass.
His tendril tightened against your throat, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The glass around your mouth fogged rhythmically. Your lungs burned. Your face was so soaked you almost slid every time you were pressed against the window.
A haze glossed over your eyes. As much as you would like to, you couldn't focus your vision on anything. Were people able to see you, able to see your chest pressed against the glass and the way your arms contorted behind your back. Or was your form hidden behind the fog of your lustful torture.
The burn of Otto's dick entering you over and over was cooked down by the frosted window and the freezing metal around you. Your body shook. Your voice was raspy. You couldn't think. You couldn't speak. All you knew was the feeling of Otto Octavius and his passion for you and how much he can stretch you out.
You're sex was coated in release from him playing with and fucking you. If he kept up you were sure to black out from pleasure. You only barely registered the tendril moving from your throat to your cheek.
With your face pressed open against the glass, then tendril snaked its way into your mouth again releasing a hiss of pleasure from Otto. With your ass and mouth filled to the brim with Otto, it was natural that your sex leaked more, practically dripping onto the floor. He speared through you like a skewer through a hunk of meat.
At some point there was little rhythm to his thrusts but from how numb your limbs were getting in the tendrils grasp that was all you could feel. You came again, constricting around Otto and his tentacle. His groans got closer together, his thrusts became sloppy and the tendril in your mouth thrusted itself so deep you were sure it could touch his dick.
You couldn't breathe but you could feel Otto's dick twitch in you and the spread of warmth through your ass. The tendril stopped moving causing you to gag over the girth of it. He didn't pull out and didn't move his tendril. You were stuck praying for air but not being able to pull together a coherent thought if you wanted to.
As soon as you started seeing black spots in your vision he finally pulled out of you. He looked down at you, adjusting you to face him gently. His smirk was cruel but you gained however much you could of strength to reach out for him. His hand brushed away your sweat damp hair and he kissed your forehead. His tendrils set you back down on the pile of pillows you were sitting on before.
"You were so good." he laid next to you, holding you to his chest. "Took everything I gave you." He felt so warm as his tendril laid a blanket over the both of you. While you felt sticky and soaked, washing was the last thing on your mind and Otto's as well. When you started to feel the rumble of snores in Otto's chest you finally passed out with his scent surrounding you.
How are we feeling about this one, chat?
I didn't watch some of these Doc Ock's media, so I went with general vibes lol
This was inspired by @rancid-zinnia-onthepatio 's post about tssm doc ock!