Doc Ock's Girlfriend (Chp2)
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Chapter 2 - Can time stop for you and your science girlfriend? Or will crime gnaw at your conscience?
Warning : Romance Doc Ock/Spider-Girl Reader / Smut / G!P / Canon Intersex Liv / Villian x Super Hero AU / Science Smut / Nery Kink / Cum Kink / Spanking & Hair Pulling / Slight Breeding Kink / Hurt & Comfort / PTSD Mentioned / New Suit? / 4k words / 18+
“Spidergirl has not been sighted in a month. New Yorkers are beginning to ask - does this have anything to do with her last fight, or is she simply quitting?” A man with a mustache spoke into the microphone.
You inhaled deeply through your nose, your pinky hitting the space bar of the computer to make go to the next phase of testing.
Your coffee sat untouched on the side of your mess of a table.
The news played on as you sit in your apartment. In your underwear and sweater, a long table in your living room turned office/lab. Your bathroom also got a revamp as a darkroom where you developed film.
But currently, you were breaking about twenty codes from your landlord and using your mad science in this studio apartment.
Your eyes hyper-focused as you held a red wire and sautefed underneath. The motherboard is sizzling and smoking. You don’t move an inch, but your spidey senses make the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand. Still, you know what’s happening is not a real threat.
Using tweezers, you lift a blue wire, your mind finding the task calming, melodious even.
As the news plays footage for the fourth week in a row. A stupid tally of Spider-Girl’s disappearance. On the screen the photo is shown for the millionth time. Doc Ock kissing spider girl, spider girl falling injured, police giving a statement about where they think Spider-girls gone.
A cut to queer activist groups with Spider-Girl and Doc Ock rainbow flags. The news coverage of a split city.
Some cops say they missed seeing you swing through the city, others saying it’s good you were off the streets - to let the real police do their jobs.
The door opens with a creak, your shoulders huddle you closer to your project, as the tv sound travels.
“Dave, we cannot ignore the ongoing speculation. Is it possible that Spidegirl was somehow turned by the villian known as simply Doc Ock. Twitter polls indicate the people of 30% of New York believe Spider-Girl had been held prisoner, ten percent think killed after a poisonous kiss-” You shoot your web across at the corner of the kitchen counter to the remote, muting it with your tiny blast.
But it’s too late, your girlfriend heard the silly news, you were caught.
“Does that make your kisses venomous?” Liv joked as she sets her keys down on the counter. Using her foot to close the door, she drops two bags of groceries down.
You don’t respond, but your eyes flicker up to see the muted TV, a young girl dressed in a Spider-Girl costume with a sign saying ‘come back.’
Your eyes drop down to the smoke coming from the soldering, the computer hooked to your little experiment. As a loading screen beeps along.
Liv walks behind you, opening the old window to let the February cool wind inside.
“You know better than to do this in a non-ventilated area,” Liv says, placing a hand on her hip. Always your mentor, telling you how to be a crazy scientist the right way. But never following her own words.
You don’t respond, not until she finds the remote and turns off the TV. Her thumb scraped at the web fluid stuck on the mute button.
In the middle of your apartment with a large blanket over it was her lifes work.
“Babygirl, talk to me.” Liv's curls bounce as she rubs at her chin nervously.
The image of Kingpin, the horrible nightmare you had, the one you have everynight. It makes you set down your tools.
“Your arcane reactor it was fueled with matter -but you couldn’t contain it.” You speak without looking at her, the scientist stalks forward just as you take the glass vile and twist it with the lid with the small motherboard unclipping into it easily. You reach across the table to find a screwdriver, but Liv grabs it first.
Holding it out of reach. Shifting it up in between her fingers like she was holding you hostage now.
“Kingpin never found out about that project; he was too focused on the collider and getting his family back,” Liv stated, as she hadn’t even explained the arcane reactor to you. You’d simply seen bits of her lab projects under the blanket and figured it out.
Your shoulders sag, and you point at the heap of tech blanket.
“You can’t put that there and expect me to not-”
“Baby, the whole reason it’s sitting annoyingly in your living room is so that no one finds it. We’re in hiding, remember?” She sounds irritated that you two were having this fight again.
“Liv-” You start, but it sounds whiny. When the older woman risks taking the screwdriver and walking into the kitchen angrily. Putting groceries into the fridge like it personally offended her, you stood up as she shook her head angrily.
“I disappear under Kingpin’s nose, you stay away from web swinging, neither of us touches crime - two non- We promised remember, when I was mending your bones and we were running away from Kingpin? Remember we said -” Liv was animate,d talking with a carton of eggs in her hand like a conductor as she held them in the air and spoke “-Spain and Dutch- Live and Let Live! We are two sides of justice who won’t touch the stuff. We’re supposed to be figuring out our next steps you-”
You walk over to the kitchen and shut the fridge to kiss your girlfriend.
She drops the carton of eggs and grabs at your neck, she’s needy now - unsure of herself. Unsure if you regret picking her. So you kiss her hard, reminding you both how good it feels to hold one another.
When you pull back, she’s licking her bottom lip like she can’t help but savor your taste. Hungry for more of you.
Your barefeet get the goo from the egg yolk but you hold her crazy hair in your fingers as you speak.
“You were talking in your sleep again about time relativity. We can’t run away from this…It’s not that simple. We’re not Dutch, and there’s a fight out there with our name on it-” Your super hero words don’t work on the villain. Stil you say it level as her eyebrows sharply furrow angrily.
“So that I can peel you off the sidewalk with broken bones? No, if they want to fight, they can claw at each other to the death, I want to know you’re at the apartment with your computer parts everywhere, and a window cracked.” Liv finishes with an adoring look in her eyes.
“What happens when Kingpin finds a scientist who figured out his collider? Or how to hold the energy of the arcane reactor? What then?” You push and now you’ve lost your girlfriend's attention. As she rolls her eyes, doc ocks major downfall was how smart she found herself. Not that Dr. Octavius was wrong, but it was annoying.
She turned to get paper towels off the kitchen counter and then bent down to your knee level to start cleaning up the broken eggs.
“Now you’re being paranoid.”
“Said the woman who booby trapped her apartment to explode and moved her belongings into my shitty one-bedroom.” You scoff, and Liv tilts her head up to give you a mischievous look.
“That didn’t have anything to do with a killer mobster, I just knew you were a commitment phobe who was afraid to ask me to stay.” She teases, which is hilarious, really, but you don’t let her flirt with you.
You reach down to pick up the soggy brown carton with leaking egg goo, then toss it in the trash.
You walk to the sink, turn on the water, and get some soap.
“It’s not so ridiculous to think another scientist could figure your equations out.” You say stubbornly, and Liv laughs and then snorts from laughing, before standing up to throw the paper towels out, then grab some cleaner to disinfect. She points the paper towels at you.
“Yeah, it is, that’s not exactly the numbers for pie. I’m the leading scientist in the world, the world, for this type of experiment. He’s not going to just put an add in Indeed. He’ll never figure it out.” Liv said sternly, wiping the floor and then tossing the mess in the trash again. Then she joins you at the sink to wash her hands as you dry your own.
“Baby, I figured it out.” You push, but it takes Liv no time to counter that argument. The reason she had already loaded up faster than you’d liked her to.
“You’re far beyond scientist twice your age, you're my prodigy you would have done all the rest of my research if-”
“-if it wasn’t run by a mobster and I hadn’t quit because I was spidergirl you mean?”Not letting this reality of it all go so easily.
You narrow your expression at her but as you hand the paper towel to Liv, she nods once like, yes, that.
“I wasn’t that special, I think you’re thinking with the a different body party.” You squit at her but she scoffs at your joke. Leaning her butt easily on the counter and looking at you carefully now.
“My IQ is above Einstein, I don’t think with any other body part. My naturally bodily reaction to your pheramones causes my heart to physically change pace just as me being near causes your breathing to change - that’s animal science.” Liv continues but you roll your eyes and go to the brown bags of groceries.
“Wow, Doctor Romance, I didn’t realize you had it so bad. Tell me more about how in love you are with me? Or how biology works and your dick only gets hard because of your genetic need to reproduce or your narcissistic need to fuck someone as smart at you.” You say it to be mean, but as you pull out the oat meal, the scientist wraps her arms around your middle and her semi-hard shaft presses against your asscheeks.
Causing you to put the oatmeal down, as Liv puts her nose into your neck, inhaling long and deep the smell of you.
“I love you. Please… I didn’t mean- don’t let me science-splain it to you. I-I’ve never felt this way and I’m…” She gets lost and you feel her long curls brush against your shoulders. You’d bought the right type of products to help her curls be healthy, since she’d moved in - or gone into hiding I guess. She looks damn good.
You go to twist in her arms but she doesn’t let you and you let out a laugh.
“Doctor Octavius?” You laugh a bit at her hold tightening. Your were in your underwear - but part of you knew that since your girlfriend moved it that you didn’t get to wear bottoms for long.
“She’s not in.” She grumlbes and you feel Liv shift her hips harder to grind her cock against your butt.
“Oh?” You say, your mouth hanging in the O’ for a moment too long.
Liv’s body turns more rigid as you feel her body catching up to her brilliant mind, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, your hands push down onto the counter top.
“Liv?” You say but it comes out far closer to a moan, something honry and desperate for more.
Doc Ock’s hands move up to grab at your breasts through your top, the material almost becoming scratchy now - and you arch your back into her touch.
“Your nipples are so hard, they must hurt -” Liv doesn’t so much as ask as her fingers tug at you.
You hiss in agreement as she lifts the sweater off your body and gets to touch you, to really feel you without a barrier. You knew that the Doctor had lost feeling in part of her arm and left hand from the surgeries and tentacle machine. But in these moments you wonder how much Liv was aware of those things.
“Doctor-” You hiss as her thumbs rub just under your hard redening nippls.
“You see before you - I’d have just said this was muscular reaction. I rub, I tug here-”
You gasp as Liv is particularly rough and your breasts ache so good.
“-Then you have no ability to not react. A simple releasing of healthy ocytocin on a young body likes yours. A physical response to something so yummy.” Liv continues to teach in that way you get so turned on to hear. Fuck her, she knows what she’s doing.
And the older doctor isn’t some saint, as her hips grind rhythmically against your plump ass, her shaft enjoying the warm cushion to rub into. Her own nipples piercing through her shirt to rub into your bareback now.
Livs hands aren’t gentle now, and you don’t want her to be, she moves your hair over your shoulder and kisses your bare one as her greedy hands cup your tits like she’s got gold.
“Liv-” you gasp as her teeth scrape against your shoulder, it’s a warning now - for her to make good on it.
“Some thing that a compatibility like ours - that your body knows me. Via smell or visual aid, that your nipples will harden just from being around me. That you might have gotten aroused the moment we met - because you knew I could be your perfect mate.” Liv tells you and you’re sure as shit breathing heavy now but you smirk.
“Perfect mate? What are we street cats?” You try to joke but your head is falling back for her to kiss along your throat and she ignores your joke.
“Your body knew before your mind could catch up. They did a study with apes-”
You laugh and try to shift away now that she’s gone too nerdy, but Liv grabs you harder and you moan at her. Loving that she isn’t letting you leave.
“Bad prodigy.” She tells you and spanks your underwear covered ass making you moan again.
“Liv-” You go again but now Liv’s cock is fully hard and leaking precum. So she’s losing her self restraint, her ambitextiurous hand going down the front of your underwear shuts you up real nicely.
“Maybe that’s why you get so wet? Spidergirl tell me, did you get wet when you first saw me? Not in the lab, not then - when I was all scary with my suit. When I held you upside down, forced you to stop, held you too tight. Constricting your movements, binding you?” Liv explains by using her other arm like a bear hold and something in your brain releases - a new chemical.
“You’re so strong, it’s okay that you want to submit for me. It’s chemical baby girl.” Liv whispers and your shoulders sag, it’s so opposite of what a superhero should do.
Especially with the memory of her confdining your movement while trying to blow up a building.
But you remember her scary goggles and robotic tentacle arms and you gush against her fingers.
“There it is. Your body knows,” Livs lips move to just under your ear. “You’re mine.”
You moan hard now- tired of the foreplay as your own hands move off the counter before Liv can complain. You yank your own panties down and try to twist your arm behind your body to drop her own.
But Doc Ock’s already on it, shes losing her pants and lining her cock as you bend over the kitchen counter.
She wraps one arm around your hair making herself a pulley system. Not letting you misbehave for your dominant girlfriend. Her ability to control the situation such a turn on.
As the other hand fists her cock and guides it into your wet entrance.
You both sigh at the first contact as though it’s a balm to your soul.
“You feel that baby girl?” Liv asked and you did - the noise was enough to incriminate you.
Your cunt was trying to get another inch, desperate for more than the tip.
“She wants me too.” Doc Ock spoke of your pussy like she’d tamed a serpent.
“Fuck Mommy go-go please please!” You yell no longer thinking of the people of New York who need you. No crime fighting required here, as your head was pulled back with Liv’s angry hold on your hair.
“Sweet girl, you needed Mommy, you need only ask.” Liv tells you then sinks deeper into your wet pussy.
“FUCKK!” You say as she pulses inside of you, you had never had such raw unprotected sex with another lover. Something about Liv inside of you drove you wild, she’d put your IUD in herself, though she kept telling you to stop birth control. Wanting to know what a mix of you and her would look like. That little slip where you were sure you were pregnant….
“That’s it baby girl,” Liv spanks your bare ass cheek now, the one that already has bruises and handprints from her grabby hands. Her desire to spank you even in passing was all consuming, you wore the bruises like a badge of honor from your older girlfriend.
Her possessivness hard grab may have left bruises, but to you they were kisses that took longer to dissolve into your skin.
You shapely inhale as Liv bottoms out inside of you, her balls colliding as a stopper to all the cum that was already dripping down the good doctors shaft from you.
“The arogonous zones, oxytocin, ” Liv puffed out as her free hand bent under your body to brush down your ribs - completely healed from the fight a month ago. Down your hips bones like she was paying respect to every inch of you, then back to your wet cunt, where she whipsered; “plasma transudate.”
Then pinched your clit between her fingers.
Causing you to buck like a bronco, you back yourself onto her cock and then hump dirty and iraddic movements as Liv’s tip brushed against your cervic.
You hear her slurping on your juices behind your back as she holds your hair and you ride her like your orgasms could stop crime in it’s tracks.
Liv’s voice is trained as her balls are full and she’s going to bust any second. Still she whispers science to you like it’s your shared love language, because maybe it is.
“Na, K+, C1 -Ion, proteins, amino acids -” Liv is practicaly moaning as she licks her wet fingers and tells you what makes up your arousal. The ingredients that cause her cock to slide inside of you, the lubrication that she licks from your labia like it’s the only sustinence the doctor needed. Fuck does the older woman love to eat you out for hours.
“Liv I’m gonna-” You gasp as her cock rubs against your g-spot.
“Mommy, call me Mommy, fuck I’m going to cum inside.” Liv tell you, doesn’t ask - this wasn’t some new romance. You’d called her the name that made you squirt, the one that made her cum in public in her pants when you sat in her lap and whispered it in her ear.
And she’d cum inside of you, not wasting a drop on your stomach or back, no - you’d get your creamy load delivered deep and loving.
“Mommy fuck me-” You closed your eyes as Liv tugs your hair hard and all the veins pop as her toes spread and she’s ejaculating inside of you with the force of a frat boy - not a 50 year old woman.
You both shout out and cry in release, as the force of you squeezing her dick almost make it hard for her to push inside of you - thus making you squirt in onto her and the kitchen floor.
You let out a pathetic noise at the loss of control - the one you still got embarrassed about - but Liv would lick up.
Would beg you to do again - to ruin the sheets - to lose yourself on her.
You think Liv might be mumbling something about hormonal response or tissue characteristics that make a g-spot.
But you’re screaming as your hand slaps down hard on the granite countertop - crushing the strong stone in your hand.
Liv notices but she can’t stop, this invisible string from your orgasm to her need to keep you in that space. For as long as humanly possible she wanted you to cum.
It wasn’t until you tapped her three times hard that she stoped forcing her meaty dick inside of you. You yelped when she pulled out, your knees buckling but Liv lifted you easily. Then waked the six steps from the kitchen to your bed and dropped you both ontop of the comforter.
You were shaking, body conculcing from the aftershocks of squirting that hard.
You felt a tear fall and Liv squeezed you harder, her body wrapping around you like your life could be saved by her squeeze. The intensity of her body ontop of your own. Doc Ock knew that it helped you. The young girl who didn’t get the hug. She squeezed having read into autism, social behaviors, the science of the hold.
“Shhh little spider, you’re safe.” The scientist told you and rocked you small but held on in a vice grip as you cried.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I-ah.” You hiccup, but Liv only see’s the tears as a compliment. As she holds you and you are overcome with it all. It’s so beautiful.
“I can explain the chemical reaction of love. But I could never begin to explain the vastness of the love I feel for you. It’s not a simple chemical release, it’s not scientific..”
“I thought everything was science with you?” You whisper like a little girl in love, a hint of fear in your question. That maybe the person you loved didn’t love you the way you did them…
Liv kisses your temple tenderly.
“Not you.”
You hiccup from crying and roll your face into the sheets as tears continue to fall, Liv kissing your sweaty shoulders and neck as though she’s healing every hurt.
It takes forty-five minutes for you to completely come back, your heavy girlfriend ontop of you, she’s half clothed and completely spent. The poor fifty year old luckily had a high libido, but it still took a lot out of her. You tried to be stealthy as you move out from under her hold, her hair a mess in front of her face, curls everywhere.
Her left hand, the one you kissed, where you know she can’t feel it - from the nerve damage.
That hand is the one that senses you leaving, grabbing your forearm just like she had in the lab a month ago, just a bit harder then necessary.
Even in sleep the fear of you slipping just out of her reach is here.
You kiss the top of her head, smelling the product you bought in those crazy curls, causing Liv to release her hold. You had paid the toll it seemed.
You dress and can’t bring yourself to wipe away the semen, choosing instead to wear a pair of her boxers.
You check once coming out of the bathroom/dark room that Liv’s still sleeping. Poor scientists is all tuckered out, tiny snores pulling her so hard you feel like it’ll be one of those five hour naps. Like when you first met her and Liv had been trying to shave off sleep hours for work. To prove that she didn’t need the normal, human eight hours.
You kiss her cheek once more hading out of the apartment you make sure to arm it. Booby traps you both had spent time building. You hesitate to see the batter container you’d built for Liv’s work, the forgotten screw driver on the countertop.
You look back to the sleepy form on your bed and decide her lifes work could wait.
Locking up you head for the subway, content to head downtown to go see a buddy of yours.
When you get off in Queens taking the path you knew too well, you knock on a door that flies open before your second knock.
That tingle came in handy.
The big dumb lug almost bursting to tears at seeing you, he threw his arms around you and lifted you with his super human strength.
“PETER OW!” You shout as you shakes your body and shuts the door behind him not letting you go.
“MARY JANE! MARY JANE COME OUT HERE! SHE’S ALIVE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” He drops you with a huff, his big face contorting with emotions, a tear escaping. You turn to see little May crawling towards you. You get onto the babies pad as she squeaks with excitement and kiss her cheek.
Mary Jane busts into the room as her face turns the color of her hair. You stand and even the baby seems concerned for your safety now.
“NO CALL? NO NOTE!” She begins to yell like a good mom. Even though biologically she’s not your mom, you find the two of them harping down on you comforting more than anything else.
You smile a little scared.
“Sorry,” you say through clenched teeth, but Mary Jane is taking two steps across Aunt’ May’s old home to collide into your body.
“I’m so glad you’re alive,” she hisses as tears fall.
“You were gone, and those photos! Are we gonna talk about that kiss? You know I’ve been looking all around the city for you? Kingpin is sending out contract kills for you!” Peter speaks ontop of Mary Jane murmuring how stupid that was - as she pets your hair and keeps you in the bear hug.
“I was calling and calling and you weren’t there! I went by the lab the whole things shut down!” He adds and you keep getting your bones squeezed to death by Mary J.
“Ow, I ca’n’t breathe!” You squish out and when Mary releases you only for Peter to pick you up in a hug again.
“You know I’ve not slept a wink since you went missing! I need my beauty sleep! Where have you been? I sent so many messages!” He hugs you harder now and your sure your ribs will collapse again.
“I’m sorry,” you say finally and he release you from the hug again, both of them have their hands on their hips, angry as all hell. Peter’s in his old MIT shirt, Jary Jane’s got baby food on her cheek and they aren’t that much older than you. But they’re so domestic and adorable with little May on the floor. You do feel guilty for not reaching out first.
“Explain, explain and we might forgive you.” Peter crosses his arms over his chest and you sigh in defeat.
It takes you eating almost three slices of lasagna, May being fed and burped three times, and the sun going down completely before you can sorta explain.
“I still don’t see hot this all goes with the photos of you on the news, or you not talking to your family for a month.” Peter said scratching his chin. He was so adorable in his need to protect you. The big brother you never had.
The two of you are interrupted adoringly by the only other soul out there who knew about your identity.
“I don’t even have the tingle and I’m having a hard time with all these half truths.” Mary Jane whispers to you once she sits down from putting little May to bed for the second time.
Pulling her long red hair into a bun as Peter puts out his hand to rub the back of her shoulders.
Not even consciously, just as you do when you love someone so long your bodies like magnets.
You never understood before, but as you sat there your leg bouncing, you missed Liv’s hand moving under the table and massaging your thigh, stopping your anxiety in it’s tracks.
You wondered now how many times she did it consciously, or if that was just love. Not chemicals, proteins and physical responses like mammals, two souls like magnets.
You wished you had your camera now.
Peter rubbed at his wifes tired shoulders and broke you of your thoughts.
“You’re leaving stuff out.” He huffed and you didn’t want to lie, but you couldn’t tell the truth.
“You are going to have to let me lie about some stuff, please?” You say and the two of them study you like interrogating parents do. This broken family you had gained.
“Aunt May once told me….’Secrets have a cost. They’re not free. Not now, not ever.” Peter said grimley, and you could almost hear Aunt May saying it here now. How you missed her.
You swallow dryly and wait as you try to ignore the wisdom sinking into your bones, the weight of it.
Mary Jane looks at Peter now, making sure he’s okay. He’s grim, but careful as he lays another lesson at your feet.
“Whatever this is, this lie you’re sitting on. You need to really consider this.”
“It’s important Peter.” You say back strongly, before he can say anything else.
He sigh in that old Dad sorta way, then stands up and you and Mary J both grow more concerned but he goes over to the cabinet in the corner taking out a pink and white suit for you.
“Okay, well - I have a backup suit I made for you. Since you were gone so long.”
“Pink?” You almost squeak at it and his shoulder drop, making his wife giggle.
“It was all I could do I was out of red dye- hey do you want it or not?” He argues and you smile at him.
But just as he’s smiling back at you.
Your spidey tingle goes off, causing both ofyou to look at the corner just as Doc Ock’s tentacles blast the door off it’s hinges.
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