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val-made-a-mistake · 1 year

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❝THE PUNISHMENT.❞

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

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

word count: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

Freshly filled and beautiful. Holy shit.

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

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

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

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

Fuck!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gulped and nodded rapidly. “Okay.”

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

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

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

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

God, I hate myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I’m punishing you,” he told you.

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

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

Oh, god.

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

“Ow,” you mumbled weakly.

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

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

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

Then it hit you.

Oh, no.

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

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

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

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

Otto paused. “Just that makes you struggle?”

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

“I need you,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He caught you looking and smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you panted.

“What, you need to be fucked?”

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

“Need to be fucked raw?”

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

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

Your professor’s cock was inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your heart plummeting.

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

Oh. My. God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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heliosynchronisity · 2 years

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Defrag Protocol - Cyborg!reader x Doc Ock

#sick-fic, #comfort, #established relationship etc.

mini CyDoc sick-fic cuz im epic and was sick this past week. You could also consider this a teaser for my actual cyborg!reader x Doc Ock fic. I promise you it’s coming 🥺

(also I was gonna wait till I had proper accompanying art to post this, but it kinda sucked so... ur just getting a crop of the sketch for now. Might try again later XD that and im just rly excited about how the fic turned out ok i wanna post it!!!)

-anyway, fic under the cut:

You slowly awaken to muffled daylight assaulting your senses. Otto is already up and awake, letting you get an extra hour or two’s rest. You realize, however, that upon trying to move; your arms feel like lead, followed by your head and legs. Moving them feels like wading through molasses and as you come to your senses you feel your head begin to pound as well.

You’ve never felt like this before, are you sick? You’ve never really had a true cold or flue before. The nanobots in your blood lend to a pretty overpowered immune system. At worst you’ve had a few sniffly days during the winter. But as you groan lightly, trying to make head or tail of your body, you can tell that something is seriously wrong.

You sense Otto’s eventual return and the expected gentle shoulder touch. The whirring of his actuator’s seeming louder than usual in your weaker, more sensitive state. You let out a meek groan in return to him gently shaking you. It’s much wearier than your usual wake up refusals and this elicits a quick response from one of the actuators. Larry, you think, just from the sound, quickly rushes to your side and gives you a once over. “Are you alright, dear?” Otto asks, now circling the bed. You can merely curl yourself tighter into a ball, tucking yourself under more sheets in pain. An actuator claw gently lifts some of said sheets off of your head tho, so Otto can see your face a little more clearly. He quietly kneels down next to you. “Are you sick?” he asks, brows furrowing with worry. You merely shrug in response, you’re not entirely sure yourself. You almost forget to respond, having gotten a little lost staring into his big brown eyes, looking up at you with gentle concern. Concern for you, makes your chest feel warm inside, or is that just the fever? “I don’t know...” You start “I’ve never been sick before... ” Thankfully, while meek, your voice sounds mostly normal, and it’s just your internal systems failing on you. “Computer virus?” He suggests, you reply with another tired shrug. Otto tilts his head dotingly before standing up, gently removing the sheets from your curled form. “Come here.” The cold of the morning air is quickly replaced by the warmth of Otto’s arms as he swiftly picks you up, bridal style. You may be a little heavier than someone of your usual height and weight class, due to all the metallic add-ons floating about your body, But Octavius continues to pick you up with ease. It’s relieving knowing that the apparent weight of your limbs is, in fact, merely in your head. You’ve gotten used to being picked up and carried around by the doctor, often preferring this method of traveling from place to place over walking... or flying. But its more often in the form of piggybacks or being coiled up in an actuator arm, even now being carried close to his chest still gives you butterflies. You don’t dislike it tho, in fact you snuggle against him more as you tuck your heavy arms against your body for warmth. Your limbs feel like you can feel every metal cable muscle strand in there for once, you really hope you’re just temporarily sick, this is really not the ideal operational status for a rogue overpowered military cyborg. You’re barely able to keep your eyes open but you sense the two of you approaching the small computer station you set up in a corner of the apartment. Otto kicks out the chair a little before sitting down and setting you in his lap. One arm still wrapped around you keeping you in place, the other reaches for the keyboard and enters the login. As the computer logs in and the multiple monitors slowly flick to life you feel the back of Otto’s hand rest against your forehead. This is met with a small ‘Hm.’ before both hands now work around you, searching the desks for some cables. You blearily exist in and out of consciousness as Otto continues to work. You gently rest you head on his shoulder and chuckle as you receive a quick forehead kiss from the man currently wrapped around you. You sleepily nuzzle into him more as you feel a hand fall onto the back of your neck. You’ve run through a few diagnostic sessions with Otto before, so with practiced precision he removes the protective plate covering the access panel on your neck, followed by the plugging in of two cables to several ports near your cervical vertebrae. You feel the usual rush of energy flow into and then out of you as data is uploaded to the machine. You must have moved a little in reaction as you feel Otto run a hand up and down your back comfortingly. You return to snuggling up against his chest as you watch streams of data appear in the corner of your vision. You’re too tired to look at any of the screens right now and just let the Doc do what he need’s to do, he’s familiar enough with your code now to decipher it. You’re jostled around lightly as Otto goes about entering commands and running diagnostics, but for the most part you remain sleepy and cozy in the arms of the scientist. “Anything interesting?” You ask after a short while, your strength seeming to come back to you slightly. The diagnostic process must be correcting some of the minor errors, but you still struggle to lift your limbs. “Mmm, it’s hard to say for sure...” He starts, his voice still a little groggy from waking up as well, it rumbles through your chest gently. “Looks like they may be some new bad sectors-” “There are plenty of redundancies,” You interrupt, with a yawn “try running a defrag protocol." Otto nods “Bad files clogging up over time causing compounding errors...” He adds on to your statement. “Yeah, something like that,” You nod back in return. “hopefully...” You add, quietly. “We’ll find out, love.” To this you get another quick kiss from him before he quickly writes in a defragging program into the terminal. ... “Have you done this before?” He asks, suddenly hesitating before hitting enter and executing the code. “Nope.” You shrug, “It’ll be fine don’t worry,” You chuckle, "I’ve done worse.” You hear a sigh escape the man before the sound of the enter key being hit. Suddenly begins the familiar tingling sensation of new code being uplinked to the computer half of your brain, then it’s quickly replaced with a new sensation. Your thoughts and memories, all for a moment get juggled around inside your brain, dancing around in your minds eye. You close your eyes so you don’t feel your eyes dart across the room as if you were in REM sleep. But as quickly as it came it starts to dissipate and your mind begins to feel clear, very clear actually. It almost feels like someone’s taken a pressure washer to the inside of you brain. You sit up a little, Otto watching over you silently and carefully. Slowly but surely you feel the strength return to your limbs and you roll out your back and shoulder muscles. You’re definitely feeling much better but it also feels like you just ran several marathons, you’re still gonna have to take the day or two to recover. “Feeling alright?” Otto asks, having watched you stare at your finally functioning limbs for several long moments. You lean your head back in his arms, now actually able to look at him in the eyes and smile. “Yeah, much better.” You say, stretching out your limbs. You hear a gentle sigh of relief from Otto who smiles back at you. “So no computer virus?” “No, no computer virus.” You laugh. “Thankfully I don’t go around plugging myself into random internet-connected computers, so it shouldn’t be too much of a threat.” You continue, gesturing to the cables coming out of the back of your neck. “But it’s good to know, even military grade cyborgs need to practice basic computer hygiene” You laugh. “Military grade prototype cyborgs.” Otto jests, gently poking the back of your left shoulder, where your tattoo reading the numbers #01 sits, currently hidden under the oversized t-shirt you slept in. You roll your eyes and click your tongue in response. You continue to wriggle and stretch in the doctors arms as you work the knots and weight out of your cybernetically enhanced limbs. Otto takes this time to terminate the data connection and gently pulls the cables out of your neck. He is much more gentle than you used to be with those, you laugh to yourself. After you’re all put back together, Otto leans back. “Time for something to eat, you think?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Oh, that sounds like a very good idea!” You reply back, enthusiastically. But nary a movement is made by you. Instead you snuggle up against his chest again, looking up at him expectantly. He shakes his head and lets out a breathy chuckle before lifting you up and carrying you bridal style again. Of course, not without pretending to drop you on the way out. “Whoops!” “Hey!”

#doc ock #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doc ock x oc #spiderman 2 #self insert #i just wrote the whole first draft for that in one go...#i dont think ive ever written that much in one setting #it is also now VERY late and i have work tomorrow oops #ok future nix here:#i also just realised this will be my first ever published fic o-o #pls dont eat me #be nice but also pls give feedback #writing is hard lol #ok bye hope u like hope this doesnt flop #hit post

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