#a dilf called otto

[xionthelostpuppet]

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Joking Around: Modern!Reader stuck with the Yan!Targaryens Part 2

So, my computer is still in repair (Yes, i have been crying a lot because of it), so i will write about the modern!reader. Because that always fun and not expected to be good

Tags: @rosaryos

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You were living in chaos, and you were down for it.

Not too long after you showed up inside of your favorite show atm, you were taken and...given the title of Princess, wait what???

Ok, now you are the second daughter of Viserys(Or first? You are older than Rhaenyra) and Aemma Targaryen. You were just happy that Aemma was still alive 😃...then you realized that her death was still coming 😨😭

You decided, that in this moment, you would change the story, you would not let Viserys make that choice, then she would have more chances of surviving right?

You spend time with your new father a lot, in which makes your new uncle (that you kinda want to...y'know 😗) jealous as f*ck

And another person who is bothered by it is your new sister, Rhaenyra, who is adamant of learning more about you and weird language that is totally not lady like.

Speaking of your "language", after you calling the men "Dilfs" it became a honorable title, and you had to spend 2 hours trying to come up with an excuse of why Daemon could not get the title like his brother at first(Daemon, you haven't spread the blood of the dragon yet, wait your turn, accept that Viserys is the Dilf of the Seven Kingdoms-).

Funny thing, after you said that this title only served for powerful men who already fathered a child, you noticed that your supposed uncle started to act more...not family friendly with you.

In fact, one time, he tried to convince you to ride on Caraxes with him (You knew that he was going to kidnap you) but thank the Gods that Otto appeared and took you away.

Speaking of the Hightowers now...Otto didn't like you at first, in fact, your behavior bothered him and his daughter quite a lot, even when they didn't understand it. But after warming up to you, they made it their mission to change that. (THEY FAILED)

As for the Velaryons, well, now Corlys is the "Dilf of the Seas" and Rhaenys is the "Queen Milf" (although you don't say that publicly by her request) and both adore you. And yes, you told Laena and Laenor the meaning behind your language, they are now adapting to it, you are bringing them to the dark side.

Last but not least, Aemma, the Milf of the Seven Kingdoms, you don't want to grow attached to her and then fail to save her, so you keep you distance and makes her sad 😔

Now to the actual story.

You spend a lot of time with Rhaenyra, excited for the day she becomes the Black Queen, but also you dragged around with Alicent because she misses you.

On the day that Daemon appears, he gives both you and Rhaenyra a Valyrian steel jewelry, in which, confuses you, you are not Valyrian...wait, did he caressed your skin two seconds ago?

Anyway, you stay around around watching the scenes happen all in 4d and in real time, while knowing all the spoilers that are soon to come.

Then the tournament happens, and while you were watching, you finally found your favorite future incel with anger issues, Sir Criston Cole.

Also in that scene, instead of asking for Alicent's favor, Daemon asks for your favor, and knowing that he will lose anyway, you gave it to him, because you are a simp 😊

And then it hit you, Viserys is no longer there...YOU RAN AWAY INSTANTLY.

You almost barge into the room, but the guards stopped you, so the last resource you had, SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS UNTIL YOUR THROAT ACHE.

But it was too late, and Aemma's scream could be heard, you cried yourself to sleep 😣

You where by Rhaenyra's side when Syrax burned her mother and baby brother, actually, you stayed with her even afterwards.

Until it clicked again, ALICENT-

Again, you ran to Viserys' chambers to make him company- and Alicent was already there.

You are failing in this shit hard, my champion.

And you know that things are only gonna get worse.

Cuz the next day, Daemon was exiled(Not before he tried to take you with him tho-)

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A/N: And...basically this was me covering up the first episode, i know some nicknames are stupid, but still, there are too many Milfs and Dilfs in this series. I hope you enjoyed.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Types of hotd men as yandere

characters : Viserys, Corlys, Otto and Larys

warnings : obsession, implied murder, gaslighting, abuse of power, incarceration,

Info : Oh man the dilfs where one is none well what can i say lords of a house come and save me…even larys our snake like clubfoot

masterlist

video gif by me

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Viserys (compelling) : The King of the Kingdoms Viserys was a man who enjoyed throwing parties, organizing tournaments and making peace.

He was happiest when his family and people were well…and his beloved wife. Aemma Arryn, his first wife, who had once been the only one in his life to make him happy with Rhaenyra, was now over.

His little Rhaenyra soon grown up with Lady Alicent in the gardens for hours he had to realize that it was time to marry again. He was the king every party tried to turn his daughters to him but the king had his violet eyes on a lady for a long time. A lady-in-waiting to his former wife, a flower at court who held back until the dragon approached her.

Viserys beneath all the friendly smiles, the jokes and his fascination with his true home of Valyria was one thing above all…a man with power and a man with power was everything in his world.

He was the blood of the dragon, the head of the family and even without a dragon, as king he had the influence he needed. She was his and with his peaceful smile he had married her that long spring in King's Landing.

Had flattered her with gentleness, vulnerability and gifts…even though she never had a choice. Had publicly executed any voices that dared to call his wife a "mistake" and the age of peace wavered, his allies became uncertain and his small council had more to discuss. But despite everything, he didn't care, for the first time he became his half-grandfather Maelor Targaryen.

He took a new dragon Vermithor and for his wife the dragoness Dreamfyre, ,,I know it may seem intimidating darling but now you belong to me she will accept you" he encouraged her as he stood behind her his one hand placed on her side never gently always with a certain pressure, a pressure that let her know he would not let her go. His other hand placed on hers gently and warmly as he instructed her to touch Dreamfyre's snout.

They would fly through the air together like Jahaerys and Alysanne they would fulfill the dragon dreams and she would not die with a dragon by both their sides she would have a son and he would keep his wife in the flesh….er would not make the same mistake again. Her prayers for him to come to the realization that she was not a Targaryen were ignored with a kiss, a warning look or a raise of his voice.

,,Forgive me, darling, but you see once you're sitting up it's not so bad, is it?" he asked as she sat on Dreamfyre, completely stiff and afraid, giving him a forced smile that satisfied him. ,,No-no it's…wonderful so beautiful" she replied and held on tightly to the harness of the dragoness who seemed confused and didn't know why a non-dragonblood was sitting on her.

But all this seemed to be just the beginning of the forced dragon excursions, during which she hid her deadly fear under smiles and gratitude. The parties and games all for her to make her happy. She was not Aemma, no, she was something he could make her into. His perfect Targaryen wife who would fulfill his dragon dreams and he would do anything to keep her happy with fire and blood.

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Corlys (Taking) : The Sea Serpent a legendary merchant, sailor with the blood of ancient Valyria and two dragons in his family. A man who honored the wealth and influence of the Hightower family and one of the lords and men of the small council.

He was one of the king's most important and powerful allies and had blood that once belonged on the throne. But above all, he is also a legendary sailor and the old tradition of sailors is not only dedicated to the sea but also to the women he met on the voyage, who he kept in inns or simply took.

Adventure and exotic animals were the sailor's domain, but one day they had been at sea for two years. The sea serpent longed for a woman, his crew longed for the warm embrace of a woman and perhaps it was in a moment of alcohol or frustration that they headed for the next best island and pulled off a heist, a heist in which he got himself a mermaid.

Her voice softly pouring him a beer minutes before, now yelling at him to let her go as he grabbed her and took her onto his ship. The captain had finally found the pearl on his journey and he would use this beauty for more than just the night. ,,Let me go back to my home!" she protested, trying to get the door of his cabin open, his sweetie had not yet realized that the ship had been at sea again for hours.

A smile escaped him as he approached her and saw her practically throw herself against the door before the wood gave way and she fell to the deck in front of his crew. ,,Mermaid, I told you this was your home now," he reminded her as he pulled her up by the arm so she could see the sea, the wood of the ship and his crew.

From then on, she was initially his, locked up like a fish in a box in his cabin, serving him. But after a few days he let her on deck and gave her small tasks to do, keeping her at work so that she didn't have to think about home.

At night he made her happy by taking her at his own pleasure, making it clear to the crew that she was his. He tried to teach her his passion for sailing on smaller ships and took her ashore with him, even if she ran in next to him. ,,Pearls and shells for a beautiful woman of the water" he praised her and bought her a glittering necklace of the ocean which he put on her.

His hand gripped her chin firmly and demanded a kiss in thanks…in the end she would do what he wanted her to do, he was in charge of her.

At the end of the journey he saw how nervous and energized she became his pretty mermaid probably thought he would take her home. ,,You are now a woman of the water and a woman of the household Velaryon my love" he shattered her hopes as he saw tears running down her cheeks salty as the sea which he brushed away and pulled her to him his fingers playing with the necklace.

The necklace with pearls and shells a sign that she was his, his concubine as soon as they returned to Driftmark. He would deal with Rhaenys and his children had to accept it, but a sea serpent would find a way to wrap itself around his favorite.

To sneak up to her at night and make her feel like she had never left his boat. ,,I have taken you and you are mine…never forget that" he had said to her that night and gently stroked her cheek, the same thing he now did every night knowing that she could do nothing but nod, agree with him and hide behind her "savior" when the wrath of the water dragons and the princess came crashing down on her. Because he always had a hand on her…a protective hand for his property.

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Otto (paranoid) : Otto Hightower a man of pride, influence and an old rich house of trade with the great rock tower at Oldtwon. The brother of the head of the house the hand of King Viserys and with his children Alicent and Gwayne with whom he pursued his own plans that would come to pass in time.

But since the death of Jaehaerys, the leech had attached itself to the new King Viserys, influencing him, drilling him and replacing his own tokens with the green of the Hightower. The green of the House of Hightower took over more and more slowly but surely…until the day he lost his beloved wife.

His lady wife dead, he had loved her, enjoyed her love, had children…but despite her death after his grief and after seeing that damned grin from the rugged Prince Daemon, the leech felt the Targaryen's poisoned blood for the first time.

Leading his daughter to Viserys, taking his own son to the city to keep an eye on Dameon while the lord himself resorted to a game that would bring him both influence and a woman he had seen long before.

Since trading with the Baratheons his grandchildren were related to the Baratheons, Ser Otto had taken himself a wife of the house. The blue eyes and the black hair the blood of the stag flowed through her and since his marriage he felt something.

What was at first a mere plaything that could be moved now became something he was afraid to lose. I will vow to the gods to protect you my lady," he had told her as he had draped the cloak around her, his hand on hers and kissed her.

She was pretty was the prettiest of the house prettier than the princesses, prettier than the queens she was prettier even than his first wife…she was his and he would not let him lose her in the upcoming fight for the throne for which the foundations had already been laid with the birth and the years after Aegon's birth his first grandson.

With that came the first dispute and another and another and at the latest when Daemon returned from the Stepstones and his violet dragon eyes settled on the new wife of the Hand, Otto felt his hand on hers.

Jealousy was more poisonous than any poison he had ever used. It was jealousy that kept him awake at night when he lay next to his beloved doe, his fingers gently playing with strands of her hair, the color green adorning her clothing.

Before the king and the law, she was his, "But what if she isn't? What if something happens?" he asked the questions and watched as she continued to grind fiddly while he lost himself more and more in the spiral in which she was seduced by the Targaryen prince night after night.

Dameon was the greatest enemy to himself and his family and the prince was known to stop at nothing. Especially not when the war was brewing and Otto saw what this conflict was capable of when not only Harrenhal burned but Daemon killed Vaemond in front of everyone and Otto stood in defense of his wife.

,,It's done enough dear this is for love and your safety…I will not lose what is mine" he said as he practically fled with her to Oldtown she was taken to the tower and even though the rooms were large and the tower encouraged exploration it was her insecurity that clung to the stone as Otto became more paranoid and insecure.

Doubling the guards was just a way of keeping her safe, every meal had to be tasted and he was the only one with the golden key to her room. He graced her with his presence as often as he could, but in his dark eyes, once soaked with love, there was nothing but obsession and paranoia.

His hands held hers painfully as she looked up at him on the bed and he made sure that no one was here, that there was no flame burning that he hadn't lit himself. ,,You are safe here with me in this tower and no dragon or prince will change that I will not allow you to be taken from me by him" he murmured but his gaze seemed to pass through her as he turned with hatred towards the first prince of the realm.

His beloved wife was his and no one would come near her in his paranoid existence no one would harm her as long as his beloved just stayed here even if the dragon fire broke over them she was his and he would rather raise the sword against himself and her than let Dameon even near her for was this not the duty of a man to his beloved wife?

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Larys (controlling) : House Strong whose then head held the hand of the king for a time, the firstborn son a legendary knight and a member of the Golden Capes with the zwietegbornene son in the shadow Larys Strong or Clubfoot as he was called by his enemies and any others who hoped to hurt him, a nickname he was long accustomed to in his role as advisor to the queen and someone who had his insects everywhere to see and hear.

But most of all, he was slowly getting what he wanted…the deaths of some for his own advancement, the advancement of his own house, and the king of whom he knew that with his connections he could get even more of what he wanted.

The death of his brother and father in the tragic fire made Larys Strong the Lord Strong of his house and the castle the only man with the crest and the one who could now assert that right undisturbed. And so it was that he continued to stay in hiding at the side of the Queen of the Witches, assisting her with the little nasty things and killing his insects off the corpses.

While for all the others he remained the ignorant one with the clubfoot while he realized that the party of the blacks wanted his head soon but for that they had to get it first which is why the lord stayed around the castle…until he found her in his vaults as Lord Confessor and Master of the Whisperers. He found a pretty butterfly in his cells between his cages.

,,A sight I don't often see, what beauty has strayed here, deceiver?" he asked as he stood in front of the cell, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He knew he was a lady-in-waiting of Rhaenyra who had helped her "queen" to escape and was captured. So why shouldn't a cripple put something beautiful at his side?

Why shouldn't he also show what a lord had the power to do? Because he had her life in his hands and she had no choice when he came into the cell, his torturers beside him ready to use the hot iron rods on her.

It didn't take much more than two fingers for her to land the golden brooch of her queen's dragon next to her severed body parts and she swore herself to him. ,,You will see I am not a man of cruelty my butterfly…I can be gentle but you know that" he murmured to her as she came into his chambers with bandages wrapped around her two stumps but he had already provided replacements.

She was his, his to dominate and control was something he had always had in one way or another and he would not give that up. By putting on the golden finger prostheses with the symbol of butterflies and insects, it was just a small sign that she was his. The clothes that were once black with dragon symbols turned green and matched his color.

He raised his hand from the walking stick to use it to play with a strand of her hair. ,,Nothing is more beautiful than seeing you," she greeted him when they met, whether at lunch, in the morning or in the garden. He saw her tense up, her wince when he ran his hand over her golden prostheses and kissed her.

But it didn't matter, he didn't have the blood of hundreds on him to stop using her. Nothing happened without his command, his look or his word.

The pretty butterfly lady always walked beside him and a meaningless smile graced her lips, her eyes mostly focused on the colorful flowers, especially the black and red colors that signified Rhaenyra's former existence. But apart from that she was his and Larys put this on show with clothes, gestures and alliances…but there was one thing above all that he would not miss.

One look was enough and his pretty butterfly gave him a kiss and for him it was pure love, love that he had never experienced and it felt like he could laugh at all those who had laughed at him so far.

He had the title of Lord, he had lands and he had his wife who was his in every sense of the word and he would kill anyone in the shadows who would take his darling from his control.

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[tinfairies]

how would our got/hotd dilfs react to an expressive & bold reader like heavy on flirting on them & wearing their emotions on their sleeves

Some of these guys are honorary dilfs

Is a bit surprised, he's not used to a person like that. But is very welcome to the new experience, may flirt back when they gain the confidence: Ned, Jaime

Flustered easily, and gets embarrassed when they flirt with him in public. Secretly loves the attention but doesn't know how to deal with it: Stannis, Samwell

Calls them childish all the time, and seems displeased with their behavior. He actually loves it though, he'll never admit: Tywin, Roose, Sandor, Otto

Immediately returns the flirting and is excited to have someone so similar to himself in personality: Tyrion, Oberyn, Daemon, Harwin

[inkonapage]

All Wrapped Up (Doctor Octopus/AFAB!Reader) Ch.1

Something's on Docs mind and his AI indends to correct a user error.

~AFAB!Reader, gender neutral pronouns with female genitalia terms~

Ayo, babies first Doc Ock fanfic but boy do we love that DILF.

I'll be usin' my own headcanons for the AI, please don't come for me. I made them WAY before I knew Alfred names the actuators because a me and a friend needed somethin' to call them for an RP, and it stuck.

Next chapter will contain NSFW content.

Bestie Tag: @kryptidkhan

Somewhere along the way you found yourself being roped into a particular Doctors schemes, life was funny like that. One moment you're minding your own business, the next you're helping a super villain find -and steal- materials from your job for an upgrade needed to the actuators. Somehow now a days, the norm for you would be a metal limb snatching you up out of the blue; be it as a hostage or to help him aquire more parts. Most likely both. He never did just ask, Otto had to be a little drama queen about it and force his hand on the matter or kidnap you entirely! It was startling how use to the man you were becoming, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even a little. Yet, you were finding it harder and harder to complain about the encounters you both shared. Every time you heard the tale tell sounds of a certain someone stalking your way, your heart kicked it into high gear in a different way than it once had.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your eyes snapped to the middle space on the far off wall as your ears picked up the sound of those heavy claws making their way along the building. All to suddenly an eery silence filled the void around you before it was replaced by the sound of glass shattering, prying a startled scream passed your lips. Spinning towards the sound of the break in, you were now face to face with the man -and machine- that had just busted into the office. Scrambling away, the back of your thighs bumped into the edge of your bosses desk as the criminal was lowered onto his own two feet and took a few steps forwards. "My, my, aren't we working a little late? Surely you have something better to be doing than loitering around your bosses office after hours~." He was mocking you. Otto stood there mocking you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry. Not when his voice sounded like that. A low rumbling hum that vibrated through your chest and sank straight down to the pit of your stomach.

Focus! Now wasn't the time for one of those insane day dreams, this was real life! Real dangerous life that could more than easily rip you apart should it feel like it... "I was just leaving." You manage to state, taking a step to the side as if to prove your words true but didn't get very far. Jolting back as a claw slammed into the ground next to you, the thick metal actuator it was attatched to now blocking your escape route, the damn thing chittered as if it found you amusing. Shit. Well, so much for that plan.

"Oh, I'm sure you were. However, we need you for our own little 'overtime' of our own before you vanish off into the night." The large man hummed, "You're going to get us into that lab, there's a few schematics I need to look at. I'm sure you already know which, you've got a good head on your shoulders." It was an odd sort of compliment coming from a man like Doctor Octopus, but it wasn't one you were about to question. The clinking and shifting of metal pulled your attention back to the actuator as it pulled itself back up and towards its creator, the claw open wide and swiveling from time to time as it watched you.

Right. Best not make them wait...

Taking the hint to start moving, you turned and began to lead him from your bosses office. Why the criminal hadn't just broken in and snatched them himself, you weren't sure. Doc Ock was more than capable of doing this himself, you knew that much for a fact! All of the stories and videos of the man ripping cars apart as if they were nothing more than Legos, told you he would have no issue at all getting passed the security with brute force alone. If he didn't wish to do so, that AI of his could easily hack its way into the security and have everything open and ready for the taking in no time, so why? Why did he continuously seek you out and force you to aid him? Was it for some sort of sick amusement? Was he bored? Maybe the man just liked stoking his own ego, some sort of weird control thing?

That AI seemed to be getting a kick out of it at the very least, that was for sure. After the third encounter with the mad scientist, you found yourself being hauled back to his hideout as 'insurance'. The question just slipped out without you meaning it too after the second hour of silence aside from his quiet muttering, the question of if that thing had a name. It was sentient, you and the rest of the world knew that much, so Otto had to call it something didn't he? Apparently, it named itself. Or rather, she named herself. Sentient Attack Mechanism, or S.A.M. for short. You were almost impressed, and might've been if it hadn't been for the fact that S.A.M. had been coiled around you in a death grip that left bruises along your body for a month.

Being pulled from your thoughts as a claw was placed on your far shoulder, almost like a hand that lead you down the winding hallways towards the correct door, you were once again reminded just how much smaller you were. It was also probably done to insure you didn't try running again, you had found out the hard way that wouldn't work. Your jaw still ached at the memory of your legs being swept out from under you as a claw grabbed onto your ankle, dragging you back towards the looming figure it was attached too. Using your keycard, the large sliding door opened in an enviting manner before you were shoved inside. Managing to catch yourself with only a minor stumble, you shot the claw a look before closing the distance between you and the main computer in that particular lab. "Seems someone's in a mood today, isn't she?"

"This was entirely her idea, S.A.M. insisted on doing it tonight." Why, the doctor wasn't sure but he chose not to question her. The sooner they got things done, the better.

Because this is the easiest path to our goal. Besides, don't act as if you aren't excited to see our little pet. I know you better than that, Octavios~.

"Of course it was." You muttered with a slight shake of your head, already booting up the server and logging on. This would all be over soon, you just needed to keep telling yourself that. Just get him what the man wanted, and you'd be free to go home. Hopefully... Ignoring the heated feeling of his eyes as Otto towered behind you, your fingers floated along the keys as you tried to ignore the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Had it always been so hot in that lab? The A.C. worked just fine, in fact the room was rather chilly at the current moment, yet you felt as if the heat had been turned up drastically.

"Stop." The word was said suddenly, causing you to freeze in your place as your eyes widened a bit. Looking at the screen, it seemed to be some sort of blueprints for add ons. Otto probably wanted them as a base for whatever he was trying to add to S.A.M. but you weren't about to start asking questions.

Such an obedient little thing, aren't they? So good at taking orders.

That got a pause from the man. Dark eyes turning from the glowing screen down to you, slowly traveling along your body from under his sunglasses. He would be lying if the man said it didn't do something to him whenever you complied, but Otto wasn't foolish enough to believe that you were doing it because you wanted too. Because you felt like it. No, you were only doing as you were told so you'd survive. His mind began to wander with a little prodding from his AI, drifting onto the order topics you would be good at taking orders in. How easily would you listen to him if your life weren't on the line? Would you still be quick to please, or would you grow stubborn? Oh, Otto had no qualms handling brats-

Growling a bit, the rumbling sound coming from deep within his chest, the man gave you a little shove and soon stood where you once had been. Moving over the keys with purpose, a few claws turned to face you. Clicking emitted from the actuators as they slowly hovered towards you, pausing just a foot away from your face once you were stuck between them and the lab table. Claws rotating as glowing red lights took in your on edge expression, the camera feed was directed into the Doctors minds eye causing him to pause.

Head tilting as the man saw through his creation, the man took in your fearful expression. Why did he like it? Seeing you so weak against him? Watching you cower before him as if he were an angry God. Oh, he liked that. Being treated the way he deserved. Being feared and respected. Otto would love nothing more than to see you down on your knees at his feet-

"Just what do you think you're doing, S.A.M.?" The man hissed through his teeth, the remaining two claws coming to hover near either side of his head. Tilting his head a this way and that, the man listened to his machine speak to him from the back of his mind.

Oh, come now, we both know you've been thinking of them. It's becoming a problem, Otto. You've been dreaming of having them all to yourself, of keeping them.

"I have not!" He snapped, "You're talking nonsense, S.A.M., that isn't-"

Oh, no? So you haven't lost sleep over them? You haven't dreamed of them? You haven't touched yourself to the thought of them? How many times have you made yourself cum thinking about what it would feel like to fill them, Octavius?

The Doctor choked a bit, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the memories of his actions. "Just what are you getting at? Out with it!" He snapped, turning to glare daggers at a claw with his teeth bared in a snarl.

Make them yours, Otto. They want you too, can't you see it? Haven't you noticed? Come now, think about it~.

Well, if he really did think back on it there were signs... The way your cheeks would always turn a lovely shade of red if he got to close or touched your face. The way you seemed to grow weak in the knees if he crowded into your space. How many times had Otto felt your racing pulse under his fingers? How often had the man watched you gaze at him, completely unaware that Otto had caught you red handed?

Giving a nod to himself, the man pushed back from the computer and was suddenly before you. Your gazes locked as you leaned back a bit more, the heat radiating off of the man making you uncomfortable in your own clothing. "Wa-Was that not what you needed?" Your voice was soft, a bit of a waver to it as you began to fear he was upset.

The man didn't speak as he towered over you, a gloved hand coming up to remove his sunglasses and handed them over to a claw. Watching as the dangerous metal delicately folded the glasses and tucked them away, your head was tilted up by thick leather as Otto gripped your jaw. What was happening? What was he doing? He'd never been this close for this long before, unless it was to threaten you of course. Heart thudding a mile a minute beneath your ribs, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those dark brown eyes.

"You've been such a good little pet." He murmured, voice low and thoughtful as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip, "I can't help but wonder how good you can continue to be for me. Shall we find out?" Ottos voice was almost a purr as he spoke to you, smirking as he watched your cheeks turn that lovely shade of red.

"Wh-What?" You couldn't believe what he was saying, or what you assumed he was saying.

Taking a few steps back, the man didn't give you much time to question him further. "Get on your knees." The statement caught you off guard, making you swallow hard as your eyes scanned him for any sort of tell. Any sort of trick. However, the heat behind those dark eyes was quick to smother any questions you might have. Oh no, he was serious. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found yourself unable to deny the man. How strange, anyone else would be terrified out of their mind and begging to be left alone but you? You found yourself right where Otto wanted you.

On your knees, at his feet.

[missglaskin]

M!Reader: *Looking at young Viserys*...Haha, Dilf of the 7 kingdoms

Rhaenyra: What did you just call my father?

M!Reader: i gave him a very honorable title 🤗

Rhaenyra:...the last time you said that was when you called Daemon "Pussywhipped"

M!Reader: Did i lie? That man is a clingy horny asshole 😶

Rhaenyra: You know that you are very lucky that Daemon loves you

M!Reader: 🌠 Cuz i'm a Goddess 🌠

Btw, Rhaenyra doesn't disagree with that statement.

Can you imagine when Rhaenyra and Alicent start birthing kids, reader gives Otto and Viserys the title of 'gilf' and Daemon is now telling his children to hurry up so he can be given the title

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Smash or Pass: "A Fish Called Wanda" character edition

(This movie is my ultimate bi-crisis… a bi-sis if you will)

Wanda- Smash (Jamie Lee Curtis can con and murder me at any time)

Archie- SMASH (if you search up dilf, he’s the top result)

Otto- Smash (I didn’t like how he bullied Ken but he’s hot so idc)

Ken- Smash (we’re married with 5 pets and 3 kids)

George- Pass (ew.)

Wendy- Pass (reminds me of my grandma…)

Portia- Smash (I’d go to the pub with her…)

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How do you think Otto would come to care for a not classically attractive reader? I know you mention he doesnt care for looks but what would draw him in?

Well if I'm being 100%, I kind of think that anyone who shows both the interest for one, and initiative second, to approach him at all is probably his main and only attraction requirement lmao.

Maybe that sounds kind of lame or desperate of him to some of you, but you know what? You're right 😂 Look, even when we have the king of DILFS himself, Alfred Molina, playing the doc, they kind of want us to believe that he's like average looking on a good day, so.... Yeah 😅 He doesn't get much action on the dating scene.

Although I will say, once he gets passed that honeymoon stage of as being just soooo freaking happy to finally have had like his first kiss and stuff with someone lmao, the thing that will be the deciding factor for him is personality.

I know personality is kind of thought of as "something on the inside", but idk... I think you can tell quite a bit about someone's personality just by looking at them! I'm going to be straight up, again, but the doc seems like he is honestly looking for anyone who can 1) put up with his nerdy ass shit 2) can tolerate his face and 3) has at least a moderately nurturing personality

You all have seen me post those comic pages 3929299 times already, so I'll spare you, but I mean he literally says as much himself a few different time lol. He loves aunt may so much bc she like to take care of him, even when there's literally nothing in it for her.

She also meets requirements 1 and 2 that I mentioned above and, as far as the newer comic is concerned, she also called him up first, so boom, first paragraph about "approaching him first" also met 😅

Anyway, TL;DR bc you guys know I love my rants about this guy: this man will literally catch feelings for whoever hits him up first. If you can tolerate his eccentric personality and also have a knack for being a caring individual, he'll probably pick up on that too, which would also work to attract him if you're not the outgoing type.

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i've said this before but otto is a genius for having his type be masc dilfs and emo twinks. yes god

i KNOWWWWW. he is so bigbrain with his taste in men. he really went for a masc cowboy dilf he probably wants to call “sir” and then. scene twink nightmare creature who wont leave him alone. and he is a genius for these things

[chickenparm]

Super rude of you to make me simp for Silco AND Otto but I guess thats just my life now

you're going to have to escalate that issue to my managers @molinaesque and @geek-png, i'm not qualified to handle this level of customer complaint.

when our call ends, you'll be asked to complete a verbal survey that will ask for your level of satisfaction with the service you've received.

have a dilf day, thank you for your continued patronage.

[jossambird]

🤲🏾 here is the opportunity to present yourself as an octopus man lover <333

GOD OKAY CALLED OUT I SEE, I CAN NO LONGER HIDE 👀

Hello, I am Jossambird/Veronica and I love Otto Octavius and his actor and the height and attitude and everything 😌

Anon if you are the only that sent me the other anon asking if there is a Jossambird™️ Dilf Otto Octavius fic coming, expect it like, tomorrow 🥴

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