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Doc ock visiting a doctor

He hasn’t been to one in years. For good reason too. Last time he was there, a team of doctors that joked about his dismay attempted to cut off his metal appendages.

It took some convincing on everyone’s part: Norman, Harry, and even Peter. He needed to go, not for just a checkup, but an analysis on his spine and skin.

They offered to come with him, they had done their dues and gone to one on their own times. They’re distrusting of regular doctors too, some of them are unsure or too confident. They’re either afraid of the process or too confident to use it at all.

However, his newfound family has reassured him that there’s now a doctor that specialized into scientific accidents. How such a thing came to be, he’s not so sure. But the world is ever changing, he supposed.

According to Norman, the doctor assigned to him is also his own. A trusted professional that spent years of study, even being the Osborn’s personal doctor before the messes started to happen.

So, now he sits in a waiting room. He wasn’t one to be nervous, but his foot is tapping and the actuators are worming around the small room. Granted, this office is tucked away, it’s a smaller floor in Oscorp’s one of many buildings.

There wasn’t anyone else in the room, but he can’t help but feeling that the empty space in the room is judging him. Mocking his every move, warning him that he could be trapped just like he was before.

The door separating the lobby from the office opens. “Otto Octavius?” His head goes up to the name, like a deer in headlights he looks at he doctor.

You’re calm, patient with him. So he’s a bit nervous when walking over to you, however, the only way to know is how his actuators are acting.

You do the general checkup on him: height, weight, etc. without really saying a word, it was obvious that the former doctor was nervous, you’d rather not spook him. So you moved slowly.

The X-Ray was also calm. He fully expected to see your expression worsen when you saw how warped his spine is. It was a little funny, his nasal laugh brought you out of your panic.

That’s when he started to talk to you, “I know my weight isn’t flattering, but I swear to you, it’s all adamatium.” You shake your head, the traces of a smile show on your face, “Well, you’d be perfectly healthy for your age. Save for your metalic friends over here.”

Otto nodded, it’s to be expected, Rosie really cleaned him up after college. He started to develop healthy habits for the longest time and still do them in her absence.

However, you know you frightened him when you said, “I can get those off you. If you’d like.” He went stiff, which was what you expected.. but the why is the matter to you.

You had to wrack your brain for a moment, but you made sure to wait for his answer while you tried to find then source of the issue.

You vaguely remember seeing a hospital being designed by a patient, along with the public announcement of a bunch of doctors found dead. You can only assume that they took this situation unprofessionally… it’s disappointing seeing how many doctors on their high horses.

“Do you have a process?” Otto asked, his expression unreadable. The actuators fully trained on you. “I’m glad you asked,” you clasp your hands, “Vibrainium magnetized saw. It’s quick and painless I can either remove each tentacle at their bases, so the waistband remains.”

You take a deep breath before introducing the alternative “Or I can remove the needles in your back with open surgery on your back, which is a little more complicated, so you would be sedated for a few hours.”

Otto was speechless, blinking rapidly. Which made you reassure him, “We’re going at your own pace here, don’t worry about making a decision. Just know that you are in good hands.”

“No,” he glances at his failed project, “I want to.” You smile, “What way would you like them removed?”

When Otto returned to the lobby, Norman was there, sitting cross-legged on a sofa. “How was it?”

“Hopeful.” He says, his thumb resting on the card detailing his next visit.

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how to write creepy stories

over describe things

under describe things

short sentences in rapid succession build tension

single sentence paragraphs build dread

uncanny valley = things that aren't normal almost getting it right

third person limited view

limited expressions

rot, mold, damage, age, static, flickering, espsecially in places it shouldn't be

limited sights for your mc - blindness, darkness, fog

being alone - the more people there are, the less scary it is

intimate knowledge, but only on one side

your reader's imagination will scare them more than anything you could ever write. you don't have to offer a perfectly concrete explanation for everything at the end. in fact, doing so may detract from your story.

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Hi!

Ok, so what about a blurb with a rutting Alpha!Maxim? Like the Omega!reader gets in stress heat because another Alpha tried to attacked her and Maxim save her, but now he has to help with her heat, not only because she will need a strong alpha to protect her, but also his rut began and he needs to knot her.

(Maybe in this AU heats and ruts can be deadly)

-🐾

So, I took it and made it ANGSTY because that's what I do, but I hope you enjoy it!

18+

TW: heavy breeding kink, dark fic, choking, noncon mating bites, jealousy, crying, knotting, cervix touching, blood, old traditional values, mentions of Maxim/Veronica and Maxim/others, emotional manipulation

“I'm sorry,” you mew, tears flooding over your lashes as you grip the pillow tight to your chest. Your insides cramp and spasm at the sight of him. Fuck, you need him, you hate how badly you fucking need him-

Worse is how horribly unimpressed he is, as he shakes his head with disappointment.

You feel like shit. This is all your fault. You should have locked the door, maybe if you had, none of this would have to happen. “I didn't mean to, Boss-”

“Foolish brat,” he chides, but there's no malice in it. He can't be mad at you, not really. Not when you're so woefully pathetic. “You should have known better.”

You sniffle as he approaches the bed.

He pulls off his gloves, lets them drop to the floor. Next he shrugs off his fur coat. Then he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt, and joins you on the bed.

The mattress shifts as he plants a knee down. Your cramps intensify at his musk, the virile masculine pheromones making you even hotter all over. Instinct tells you to expose yourself, to spread your legs and arch your back, he looks so…unimpressed. He doesn't want you, he never wanted you, he wanted Veronica, you were just a placeholder, a hole he needed to fill because you fucked up-

You sob. Your cunt clenches. You're leaking slick already, you can feel it on your thighs.

Maxim hums as you squirm and huff, trying to get comfortable, but it's impossible. Lips pursed, he eases behind you. You're not lost yet, he knows, he could still pull you back, with the right tonic, an ice bath, and maybe some distance, but…

He sighs as you nestle back, nudging your back against his front, desperate for his touch. His thumb finds the base of your spine and he begins to rub deep circles into your lower back, where he knows the muscles will be tight.

“Oh,” you moan softly, eyes fluttering. Your head lulls onto the pillow beneath it. “Thank you, Maxim.”

His fingers pause.

You whimper, pushing back against his hand, but his fingers stay limp.

“What are you thanking me for? Hm?”

“You…you always take-” you swallow as he slides his fingers into the leg hole of your drenched panties, teasing your supple skin. “Take such good care of me, Maxim.”

He grins, but squashes it down before you can see. Peppering his voice with irritation, he asks, “Did you do this for attention?”

That makes you sob.

Recoiling, Horvath blinks.

“I didn't, Boss, I swear! He- he- I didn't even leave the apartment, I did as you said, Maxim, really-”

He tuts with pity. “Shush, hush now, my little dove, save your tears…”

“But I didn't, Maxim, honest!” You offer your throat in a meek attempt to appease him, to prove your subservience. “I know you hate it,” you sniffle, "I wouldn't stick you with me, Maxim, not on purpose.”

His gaze levels, his cock twitching at the sight of your pulse skipping under the tender flesh. “Is that so?”

“You…you deserve so much better.”

He frowns as you begin to weep into your pillow. “Oh, dear. My precious apprentice…” Maxim sighs as he bends, nosing behind your ear. “I…don't mind.”

You hiccup as he cups your breast. You've soaked your shirt with sweat-

His shirt he notices, cock throbbing. He loves you, at least in that moment. Loves how you fawn over him, how you long for him, even in his absence. He nips at your jaw, eyes fluttering at the salt of your skin.

The sting makes you whine.

“I enjoy…indulging our baser instincts together. It builds trust, wouldn't you agree?”

Blinking through the haze of your heat, you nod. “Yeah.”

Horvath chuckles as you reach for him, as you peer up at him with glassy eyes and a helpless pout. His heart pounds as you lift your chin, nuzzling your nose against his.

“Smell good,” you murmur, eyes fluttering as he begins to rub your back again. “He- he stunk, Maxim, he smelt so wrong-”

Horvath’s heart skips. “He was that close?”

Drake hadn't mentioned that. Just that an alpha had broken in, no one was hurt, he had it handled.

“He-” you squirm, tears straining your voice as you grip his arm tight. “He was on top of me-”

His body goes cold in an instant. “What.”

“If- if Drake hadn't come running, he- he wanted to claim me-”

You flinch as Horvath stands.

You snatch his hand from his side. “Don't leave me, Boss, please!”

“I'm not,” his voice is surprisingly patient. He lets you bring it to your lips. “I need to place a spell on the apartment. Something to ward off the riffraff.”

Kissing his fingers, you shake your head. “Stay.”

“It would be safer-”

“Drake will protect us,” you assure him, running your hand up his arm. Sniffling, you swallow. “Please. Please stay, Boss.”

His eyes soften. Gentleness has never been in his nature, but he tries it now, as he tenderly cups your chin, as he fingers your pulse point with his thumb. The soft coo you give pleases him immensely. “I would.”

“Boss?”

“Claim you, if that was your wish.”

You flinch.

The sight makes him sick. Coldness darkens his expression. “Very well. Understood.”

You shake your head. He doesn't understand, an alpha could never understand-

An alpha could claim an omega, but an omega could never claim an alpha; it was a one way life tie, binding you to him, but not him to you, and when Veronica came back for him, he would be hers-

Because he could never be yours. Tears flood your lashes as he steps back from the bed. The loss of his body heat, of his scent, frightens you. “Boss-”

“Roll over. Present for me.”

You shake your head defiantly. You don't want to do it the old fashioned way, you want to see him, see his face as he fills you up, as he grits his jaw and throws his head back and…you want him to kiss you. You love how he sucks your tongue when he's close, how he nips at your bottom lip, how he chuckles at your whimpers. “Boss, I-”

He snatches you up by the throat. “I said, present, bitch.”

You swallow around his fist. Teary eyed, you shake your head again.

He lets your throat go.

You suck in a deep breath.

“You don't want to present for me, don't want to be claimed.” His head cocks with doubt. “Do you even want to be knotted?”

The nod you give is eager and immediate. “Yes, yes, please, Boss, I need it-”

“But do you deserve it?”

That stings. You mew as he pushes you onto your back. Your legs part dutifully, as you scratch up your thighs to your hips.

He growls at the sight of you abusing yourself, bends to his knees and bullies his way between your legs. His touch follows yours, so much kinder than your biting nails. He thumbs your hips, coos over them, as he kisses your lower stomach. “Don't do that.”

“I-I need it, Maxim, I…I don't want to go feral over this-”

“You won't,” he assures you. “I won't let you, my dear.”

You sob with relief as he kisses his way up your body, tactfully ignoring your breasts as he sucks and nips at your chest. His hands stay on your hips.

His eyes are so dark, as you come face to face. “I know you find it demeaning, but the traditional position really is best.”

You pant as he rubs your supple flesh.

“I can knot you faster, I can coat you in my scent more thoroughly.”

Your eyes flutter; that did sound nice…

He noses at your throbbing pulse.

Tepid, anxious, your hands creep up his arms. “I…I like looking at you, though.”

Horvath smiles, chin dipping, as you catch him off guard once again. You really did seem to have a knack for that, he thinks fondly, as you guide him down to your mouth.

“And I like kissing you,” you murmur against his lips.

“Present for me.”

You squirm.

“I won't claim you,” he promises. “Not without your word.”

Hesitant, you nod.

It takes a moment, and a bit of his help, to turn over. Horvath takes you gently by the hips, urging you to rise on your knees. A bit wobbly at first, you lower your chest to the bed and grip the sheets tight as he stands behind you. The nudge of his erection against your ass makes you gasp with anticipation.

Maxim chuckles as you bounce, chasing his bulge as he steps back to unzip his trousers. He unbuttons them, pulls his cock out, and lines himself up.

But he doesn't move.

“Beg me.”

You whimper his name. “Please.”

“Ask me to claim you.”

A sob escapes you. “Maxim-”

“I won't touch you until you let me.” He sighs as he parts your ass cheeks, pinching and squeezing the supple flesh with rough hands. “Tell me you want me, than I'll be yours- I'll make you mine,” he fumbles, choking on his words-

But in truth, you barely hear him. Your brain is foggy and muddled from your heat. “Maxim, please, I can't, please don't make me, Max, please don't-”

He frowns. Sighing, he taps your dripping slit with the fat tip of his cock. “I can't keep you safe if you won't let me-”

“I- I don't need you to keep me safe, Max, I just need-” your eyes roll as he nudges your swollen lips apart. “I need you to keep me sane, okay, just do it, put it in me, Boss, knot me, breed me-”

He snaps his hips, driving his cock through your sensitive folds. Snatching you up by the hair, he forces your back into a painful arch as he growls, “Don't say it if you don't mean it, bitch!”

“I mean it,” you swallow and lick your lips, panting, drooling at the thought of being stuffed full of him, carrying his pup, being the only one he chose to breed, his favorite bitch-

His dark eyes search your face; from your sweat dotted brow, to your blown pupils, to your slack lips, you could barely consent, but you most certainly would consent to him, goddamn you. “But you don't want me to claim you?”

“If you cl-claim me, it'll be yours, but-” It takes all your focus to get the words out as he noses your shoulder, his grip stinging your scalp, as he pants in your ear. “If you don't, they'll be ours, I want it, too, Maxim, I wanna keep ‘em-”

“Them?” he echos, empathetic.

“Your babies,” you hiss, blood boiling as you pathetically hump the air. “Gimme your babies, Boss-”

“Why should I?” He mocks, nuzzling the tender valley between your shoulderblades. “You wouldn't make a very good mother; can't even fend for yourself, can you?”

“Max,” you sob, heart breaking as he hums.

“Worthless. That's what you are.”

“Maxim, please-”

“You did this to yourself, didn't you?”

“I didn't, Boss-”

“You just wanted some attention, didn't you? Hm?” He nudges inside-

You twitch beneath him, hips rocking backward as you keen his name, desperate for more of him, to take him to the hilt- “No!”

But he holds you at bay.

“M-Maxim-”

“He could have stole you away from us today. You would have been bound to him for life, little dove. Whatever would I do then, hm? What would my world be without you?”

You mumble something too low for him to hear.

He nips your jaw in warning.

“You'd replace me, you would replace me so quick, Boss, don't act like you wouldn't.”

Horvath frowns. “Dont pretend to know my thoughts, child.”

“Don't call me child while you're inside me,” you grumble, cunt squeezing and milking the tip of his prick-

You wanna feel it rammed up against your cervix…

“It would have saddened me a great deal to see you go; what a waste of potential it would be,” he lets go of your hair and licks his lips at your relieved moan. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” you mutter, reaching out to squeeze his forearm. “But I don't trust you.”

He blinks. “Oh, don't you?”

“You don't love me back,” you tell him simply. “It's okay-”

When he tenses, you nuzzle your noses together.

“I've always known she comes first.”

“She…isn't here,” he replies stiffly. His nails dig into the sheets beside your head as you huff and stretch beneath his weight. “We are. We have to make decisions in the now-”

“But if she ca-a-ame back,” your slur, consciousness starting to fade as you fall deeper into your hear. “I could keep ‘em, and you could have her.”

He smirks at the sudden venom in your voice. You had always been aware of his feelings for Veronica, always known you couldn't hold a candle to her. His hand drifts under your stomach.

“I wouldn't stop you, Boss,” You kiss his flushed cheek. “I just wanna see you hap-ap-py…”

“How can I trust you with my pups if you won't pledge yourself to me?”

You whine, cunt clenching as he begins to stroke your clit.

“It would feel so good, wouldn't it, to be split open on my knot? Didn't it feel good last time? When you caught that boy's omega whore in my arms?”

You growl at the memory.

“You rode me so beautifully that night, dearest, but you never once asked me to breed you. So. What changed?”

“She- she's gonna come back,” you sob, “please, Boss!”

The shrill cry you give breaks his heart, just a crack. Worse, the way you're dribbling down his shaft is breaking his resolve. He can't resist your heat, and he slides a few inches deeper.

You go limp, melting into him as you bear your throat to him.

He licks it, right up to your ear, where he hisses, “Tell me you're mine, tell me you belong to me, heart and soul-”

“Heart and soul!” You agree enthusiastically, head bobbing as he kisses your shoulders, his goatee scratching your sensitive skin. “I'm yours, Maxim, I always have been-”

“But you won't devote yourself to me, to this cock?”

You moan as he nudges his knot against your stuffed hole.

“I can give you everything you want and more, if you just commit-” Lost in his rut, in your quivering form beneath him, so lost in your own heat, neither of you notice his teeth on your throat until his fangs pierce the skin.

You gave as hormones flood your head. It's not deep enough, not nearly deep enough to take, but-

The taste of your blood on his lips-

You can only mewl helplessly as he snaps his hips, forcing his knot inside, wedging it in as you twitch and spasm-

Screaming, you sink your teeth into your forearm, desperate to muffle it, to keep him from knowing how bad it hurts, how good it felt, how bad you want it-

His hand rubs your clit furiously. “I gave you fucking everything!” He hisses, your blood on his teeth. “I gave you a home, I let you warm my bed-”

“You used me to warm your bed,” you sniffle, head clearing now that you have a good stretch deep inside- “because you didn't have any better options.”

“That's not true.” But maybe it was. Maybe it was unfair to ask for a commitment he couldn't share. He swallows, nuzzles your temples together. His arms shake as you clench around his cock, as you milk his knot-

Enough talking. His hips snap, and soon he's fucking you, throwing his weight behind every thrust until you can only lay there and take it.

“You're mine, you hear me? You belong to me, you've always belonged fo me, you're mine-” He sniffs, frustrated and annoyed by his weakness. You were a fling, a romp, an affair; something to sate his needs until Veronica-

Until she what? Until she came back? Until she chose him? Until Morgana decided you were of use?

“Maxim-” you keen, burying your face in the pillow. It's soaked with sweat, and you bite it as he grinds in deeper. Eyes fluttering, you arch your back as he pants your name. “I'm close!”

He nods his agreement against the back of your neck. He fucks you in deep hard strokes, able to feel your pussy tighten and stretch to accommodate him as he pushes you to your limits-

You come with a gush that paints his thighs with your juices, your scent, your pheromones. The rush makes him groan, and he nips at your throat, over the bruise he left behind.

“I'd worship you,” he coos. “I'd make you a queen-”

Your eyes rolls, senses clearing as your fever breaks. Blinking and huffing, you twist as he nudges your cervix, the sting so good, lulling you back into your heat-

“I just need your complete devotion. If you want me to trust you, I need you to commit yourself to me, to our cause…”

A sigh escapes you as he pats your head, strokes your neck.

“Don't you want to please me? To feel that tie to me-”

Tears prick at your eyes. “Yeah,” you whine, “I do, but-”

It's all the consent he needs, and he buries his teeth deep in your neck, until he hits your mating gland; a special trait only omegas had, that would bind their heat to an individual, by bite yes, but mostly by scent. His musk would now a kind of scent memory; you would get wet for him alone now, would seek him out for comfort and guidance-

“No!” You squeal, jerking beneath him, but his teeth hold firm, keeping you in place as you twist and weep. “No, Boss, no-”

“I can't lose the mother of my children, pet,” he sighs as you sob. “I may take a wife-”

The thought makes you nauseous.

“And yes, perhaps Veronica, but that doesn't mean you aren't without value.”

Hiccuping, you turn your chin from him. You don't want him to see your weakness, your tears, but the tears keep coming and you find yourself choking on them-

“Besides, it would be a waste of her magical prowess, a witch of Veronica's caliber halting her studies for something as trivial as pregnancy.”

Your bottom lip wobbles as he rubs your hips, his thumbs digging deep circles into the tense muscles of your lower back. “She doesn't even want you.”

He freezes.

“I've loved you since the moment I saw you,” you confess. It feels trivial to hide it from him now. “And you still chose her.”

“She's the love of my life,” he tells you without feeling.

“She doesn't have to be-”

He twists his hips, ripping himself from your cunt. “I've heard enough.”

It takes a moment to get your bearings. “You decided she was-”

He raps you on the back of the head, digging your cheek into the pillow as you quake.

The sudden loss of him makes your stomach ache, makes your arms wobble.

“I expect not to hear about this nonsense again. You will bear me a heir, which I will raise with a woman of choosing-”

“I will never let you take my child, Max. Never.”

He blinks, passive. “Darling, you couldn't stop me before, and you certainly can't now.” Maxim tuts as you cry. “Poor thing. I would never deny you a place with us, never strip you of the child completely. You simply won't be it's mother.”

“I'll always be their mother.”

“Not if I say you're not.”

You bow your head as he shoves you aside.

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