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Doc Ock - Blog Posts
No comment, just a man of dreams
I have a problem with the scanner, so I decided to score and post just a photo.
Otto Octavius is my love
the inherent erot1cism of being doc ock
I care him very much
I can officially confirm that live action Otto Octavius and Norman Osborn are gay misplaced lovers and you cannot tell me otherwise since I’ve seen the film and saw how fruity they are.
Weaver and Friends
Weaver is kenough
Weaver may have stolen docs arm and they may have regretted it later.
(Me)- “Wait a minute. One, two, three, four, five? *gasp*”
Who will be the sixth member?
Vulture? Mysterio? Scorpion? Venom? Morbius?
Spiderman Villains appearances from previous Spiderman Series on Spiderman: No Way Home
Tobey Maguire Entrance, No Way Home (Theory)
So this is my theory to how Tobey Maguire Spider-Man could enter No Way Home. And it involves Doc Ock. So in the trailer one of the last shot is of course the MAGNIFICENT Doc Ock rising up with a grin saying “Hello Peter”.
But I don’t think he’s talking to Tom Holland Spider-Man. After all this is a new universe. Doc Ock doesn’t know anyone here. He doesn’t know Peter (Tom) and could possibly assume he’s an imposter. I think this is when Tobey Maguire will arrive!
So here’s my theory. Peter (Tom) is gonna be travelling somewhere to fix what’s happening. With the help of Green Goblin sh*t will inevitably go down. I believe Goblin is in this seen is if you look in the background the bomb is near some cars and the bridge exploding.
This is when Peter (Tom) will donn the Iron Spider suit and fight. Maybe by this point Andrew Garfield Spider-Man might’ve showed up as well and in this fight will take on Green Goblin.
At some point Doc Ock will gain the upper hand, have Peter (Tom) pinned down and one of the claws in the air ready to strike him down.
When suddenly it will be stuck to the ground with some web. Both Peter and Doc Ock will be confused as the other Peter (Andrew) is too busy with Green Goblin. That’s when Doc Ock will turn around, the confused look melting off his face and breaking into a grin as he utters the line:
“Hello Peter”
Que the original Spider-Man music, the camera is panned down at someone’s feet as they charge at Doc Ock. They shoot out a web, narrowly missing one of the claws and kicking Doc in the face, helping Peter (Tom) get away. We only see the back of the stranger and the front of Octavius as the person lands at a height and distance away.
“Good to see you again, Doc” the person quips as the camera slowly pans around, revealing the OG SPIDER-MAN!!!!! Tobey Maguire!!
Then the fight continues and either the villains or Spidey’s retreat.
But that’s how I think it could happen. Like I said, Octavius doesn’t know Peter (Tom) is the Spider-Man of this universe. He only knows his Spider-Man (Tobey) and would only say hello to him.
Now seeing how we have Doc Ock, Green Goblin and Electro confirmed in the trailer, all we need now is Lizard, Vulture, and Michael Mando in a Scorpion suit and we got Sinister Six!
This is just what I’d like to see happen. Oh boy this is the best Christmas present ever! See you on the 17th of December SPIDEY’S!!
if you liked my doc ock fanart, i can take your request for him!! just a little reminder :3c
do cock fanart dump!!
Still love the msm version of him, after all those years. Hes just,,, so precious,,,,, ,
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Otto Octavius Fan Video
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Happy birthday, Otto! ❣️🐙
Mutterseelenallein (Otto Octavius/Fem!Reader)
Angst
Summary: Reader has stuck with Otto Octavius since before his transformation/accident, and continues to do so even afterwards. But the stress of it all finally gets to her.
Word Count: 1236
Warnings: Angst, implied suicidal thoughts/attempt
What once was a bright star now began to die in the hands of its creator. Dizzy. Lost. Swaying back and forth every which way, tossed and turned, lifted and slammed back into the ground that she had to constantly pull herself back up from.
She sat on a small wooden stool, hands folded in her lap with a defeated slouch as she stared at the working man. A blank expression rested upon her face, watching his hands carefully tinker as sparks reflected and bounced off of his goggles. She would have been proud if not for the circumstances.
His whole demeanor had changed. It was night and day. The soft, thoughtful man she once knew was now just a shell for the parasites on his back to use of their own will. In rare moments she saw a familiar glimmer in his eyes, but it faded so quickly that she wasn’t even sure if it was ever truly there.
“I can’t!”
“You can. I know you can.”
“But what if I hurt you?!”
“You won’t hurt me, dear. You need to trust them.” Otto chuckled at the woman in front of him. She moved to a stance so she could throw the ball he had given her, and even though she trusted his work the thought of throwing a ball directly at his face made her stomach quench. In a moment of bravery she threw it with all of the might she had, the ball speeding towards Otto until an actuator slung its way around him to catch it mere inches away.
There was a pause. Then the two looked at each other and suddenly cheered. She ran her way over to Otto and threw herself onto him in excitement.
“It works great - they work great!”
“They sure do!” Otto laughed, voice muffled in her hair. “Quick, let’s see what else they can do!”
The woman bit down on the inside of her cheek as her waterline began to overflow. She rubbed her hands along her thighs and sniffed.
“Um, Otto?” She barely spoke. “Can I step out for a minute?” He stalled his movements in thought, then grunted. It was enough of an answer to get her to stand up.
“Don’t be too long.” With a nod she exited the rundown building, a cool breeze brushing her cheeks as she closed in on herself. She walked to the edge of the dock and stared down at her reflection with a knowing look. The longer she stared the more lost she became.
Eyes squinted shut with pursed lips she shook in an effort not to cry. Not to break. Not until her body couldn’t handle it. Not until she fell to her knees. Not until that very moment when it finally happened.
Everything seemed to collapse as she took in a trembling, uneasy breath. A silent cry. Trying to stay quiet, what would be wailing came out as a pathetic whine. The hold on her clothes turned her knuckles white, knees buzzing with pain from their impact with the concrete beneath her. Drops landed softly in the water below to distort her reflection.
It all seemed to move slower once she opened her eyes. The sound of her heartbeat flooded her ears. The birds grew quiet. The wind stilled. She leaned closer to the water, hand outreached to come into contact with it. The colder temperature numbed the tips of her fingers as she grew braver with her cries.
Her thoughts ran faster than she could handle as her hand sunk in further. Further to her elbow as she leaned forward off of the heels of her feet. Her breath stilled. The hand that kept her from falling slowly lost its grip.
“(Y/N)!” The bellowing voice startled her, pushing her head first into the water. An actuator grabbed hold of her shirt before her lower half could reach, her head and torso completely soaked in the freezing water when it brought her back up to the wood of the dock. “Have you lost your mind?!” Otto slid out of his trench coat and wrapped her up, ushering her back into the old warehouse. “Imagine what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there!”
He watched (Y/N)’s shivering form incredulously, confused and frustrated with what he saw. It made him feel something he hadn’t felt since the accident. Something he never wished to feel ever again.
He was scared.
“Nothing would be different.” (Y/N) whispered in response as Otto paced. He snapped his head to look at her, seeing her staring at the floor.
“Nothing would be different?” Otto spoke gently, painfully. And it grew louder. “Nothing would be different - are you hearing yourself, (Y/N)?!”
“Just fine, Otto!” She rasped in anguish. The flood gates reopened with a new wave of emotions. “I said ‘nothing would be different’!” She gasped for breath and ran a hand through her dripping hair, frantic. “I’m just a doll to you! Something for you to look at, to have to say you have it even when you don’t need it! You don’t need me, Otto.” She watched as he fumed, face growing red.
“I do.”
“Why? How?” (Y/N) challenged, stepping closer to the taller man who remained silent. “You don’t know?” She laughed hysterically through her tears. “You don’t know?! After all we’ve been through, Otto, you don’t know?!”
For the first time since he changed, he was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to think. The voices in his head battled for dominance through the confusion, his own gaining what little upperhand he had. (Y/N) took notice, voice softer.
“I came back for you, Otto.” Her eyes glistened as they looked up at him, glazed. “I came back for you and you just cast me aside like some stranger. And even then I kept coming back. Isn’t that enough?”
“My dear, I -“ Otto took a deep breath, the voices the quietest they have been since they started. Everything caught up to him. Everyone he injured, carelessly threw around, stepped on. It broke his heart knowing his own (Y/N) had been involved. He pulled her into him with a hand rested protectively over the back of her head. She held onto him as if her life depended on it, finally sobbing into his chest.
“I just wanted to be important…”
“Hush, now. You’re the most important thing to me, (Y/N).” His own eyes began to water. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, my dear.” A tear slid down his cheek. “I’m sorry - I’m so sorry.” He dropped to his knees, arms wrapped around her waist with his face buried in her stomach. “They won’t leave me alone. I can’t stand it - the voices! I can’t tell which ones are my own anymore, I don’t mean to hurt you or anyone, I just - I can’t -“
“Otto?” He looked up at her, melting at the sight of her adoring gaze. “It’s going to be okay. Right?” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure herself or the man in front of her at that point, but when he nodded she knew things would get better. It was just a matter of time.
She joined him on the floor and the two of them shared the other’s tears, tied up in each other.
Otto Octavius Wallpaper/Aesthetic
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Darling (Otto Octavius x Fem!Reader)
Smut
Summary: One of Otto Octavius’ students convinces him to let her help with a small experiment, but it doesn’t go according to plan.
Word Count: 2258
Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI, 18+ only!), grinding (mild), oral (fem rec), PinV
*this is not my GIF*
“Like this?” You asked cautiously with a low voice, careful not to make any sudden movements. After weeks, maybe even months of asking Dr. Octavius if you could assist him with one of his experiments, he finally caved. The two of you now stood in his lab, the sun having set as rain lightly padded against the ceiling.
He hummed in response as he hovered over your form that stood in front of the taller table, hunched over a microscope to watch the micro chemical reaction unfold with barely contained excitement.
You had been a student of his when he still taught at the university, practically the ‘teacher’s pet’ of the class, but with a more subtle twist. Science had always been an intriguing subject for you growing up so, naturally, you paid attention to every detail during his classes, asked questions, stayed after to clarify notes if need be. While you did indeed have a genuine interest, you couldn’t deny the fact that he wasn’t a bad looking man, to say the least.
That’s how it started, rather.
Over your years in college, what you thought was a small crush had turned into a much bigger problem for you than you had hoped. The way his hand would brush your lower back from time to time, how he’d hold your gaze for longer than what was necessary, lingering touches that seemed misplaced for the moment. It all seemed innocent, unintentional. Yet a part of you still wondered. What was worse was that you couldn’t tell if it was love or just an obsession like everyone else had told you. To be completely honest, you were scared to find out. And yet you couldn't help but dig a little further every chance you had, looking for everything you didn’t want to find.
By the time you graduated, you found your answer. The unmistakable heartache of possibly never seeing or meeting with him again was a dead giveaway. The way you stood in front of each other with your eyes glazed over while everyone else greeted their families. It had been a bittersweet moment for both of you. While he was proud of the woman you had become, watching you grow as a person over the years, he was also upset knowing he wouldn’t have any more classes with you.
However, once he told you about the lab he worked in close by, he noticed the way your eyes lit up and it filled him with a small warmth in his chest. You began visiting him at least once a month, then twice, then once a week. All while asking him, or rather begging, if you could help with an experiment of his. And today you were finally victorious.
As you carefully watched the reaction through the lens of the telescope you felt a hand rest itself on your far shoulder, the heat of it burning through the fabric of your shirt. You felt a certain warmth begin to creep up your neck as you began to lose focus on the experiment, palms growing sweaty. With a feeling of hypersensitivity you were all too aware of the hand creeping down your arm in a manner so gentle that you began to question if he was really touching you.
His breath fanned at your neck as his torso began lightly pressing into your back, the softness of it only adding to the heat of your face. His hand sneakily slipped from your arm to your waist and it was then that you completely lost all focus on the reaction. Sensing that you had started to catch on he tilted his head so his nose brushed against your neck, his other hand moving to rest on the other side of your waist.
With a shaky breath you moved to straighten your back out, an ache beginning to set in with being hunched over for so long. The action didn’t go unnoticed, the hands on your waist moving up just slightly to guide you to stand up further until your entire backside was pressed against him. His left hand inched its way down to the front of your hip, the other snaking its way up to your jaw, coaxing you to turn your head towards him.
As your eyes met with his you noticed his usual chocolate brown irises take on an almost onyx shade, hooded with an uncharacteristic longing. You began to grow lightheaded the longer you stared, following his hand that drew you closer to him as if you were starving.
And in a way, you were.
Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips connected, still for a moment before slow movements began. As the two of you lost yourselves in the long-awaited kiss you made a move to turn towards him, but the hand on your hip restrained you from doing so, in turn giving friction to the growing bulge in his trousers. He let out a light exhale at the contact, the kiss growing more heated as your own need began to form itself, pulsating in your lower abdomen.
“Doctor?” You breathed out, his tongue gliding along your lip before finding its way to your own. He hummed in response, losing himself in your everything as his hands began to wander, your own grasping at the hair on the back of his head. “Doctor?” You sighed once more when the tip of his finger brushed over your throbbing clit through the fabric of your pants.
His eyes snapped open, pulling away from your face with a start as if he had just woken up. His eyes flitted between yours, face flushed and eyes blown wide with what seemed to be fear.
“I -“ He stuttered out. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t - I don’t know what -“ He paused to gather himself.
“What?” You whispered, hand cupping his jaw and your eyes looking from his lips to his own eyes.
“I don’t know what came over me.” He breathed out in disbelief, disgusted with himself as he took a step away from you. “I’m so sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to force myself on you, I just -“ He began, but soon lost himself once more when he saw the look you were giving him. The sight of you alone made him speechless, your beauty unmatched, driving him mad as you slowly made your way closer to him.
“Doctor Octavius.” He carefully watched you, about to question you when you shook your head with parted lips. Your hands found the back of his head again, bringing him down to kiss you once more. It was different than the first kiss, filled with more lust and need than you had ever felt.
He took a moment to process what was happening, then as he began to warm up to it his hands found their way to your hips to pull you impossibly closer. The pace grew faster, motions becoming more and more desperate with each passing second as years of built up pining came crashing down in that moment.
“Doctor?”
“Otto.” The man corrected. He moved from your mouth to your jaw, dragging his teeth to graze them on your earlobe.
“Otto,” You breathed out at the sensation. “Please.” You begged, his hand running along your thigh as you brought it up around his waist.
“That’s it.” He praised as he rubbed his bulge against your aching core, the both of you releasing a shaky breath at the sensation. You continued rolling your hips against him as his hands snuck under your shirt to cup your breasts. His lips assaulted your neck as he squeezed, then reached back to unclip your bra, pulling both it and your shirt off.
“Otto -“ You gasped as his mouth latched onto one of your hardened nipples, running his thumb over the other before the hand moved down further. The tickle it left behind caused you to shiver, Otto smirking at the feeling of it as he got down onto his knees.
“Are you sure about this, darling?” He asked breathlessly, looking up at you as his hands came to rest at the waistline of your pants, toying with the fabric. All you could do was nod in the moment, caressing his hair with an adoring gaze. ”I need you to say it, sweetheart.” He urged, bringing his face closer to your stomach without breaking eye contact. He then closed his eyes as he placed a loving kiss on your stomach, then another, the softness of his lips lingering.
“Yes.” You practically whined, his teeth scraping at your skin with the answer. “Yes, Otto.”
“Perfect.” He whispered, undoing your pants and pulling them down for you to step out of them, kissing further down to your pelvis in the process. He gave the same treatment to your panties, resting one of your legs over his shoulder as he caressed and kissed your thighs. You sighed when his breath lingered over where you needed him most, but it soon turned into a louder moan when he gave your clit a kitten lick, followed by his tongue giving a long lick up your soaking slit before diving in.
You threw your head back as a string of moans and slurred words fell from your lips, his groans only adding to the sensation when you gripped tighter onto his hair. The thick muscle felt cooler against you as it swirled, sinking in and out as his nose brushed against your clit.
Your hand quickly moved from his head to his shoulder, using him for stability when a finger was added into the mix, his mouth now focusing purely on your throbbing nub. Your whole body pulsated at the sensation of him, feeling him add another finger to curl them inside of you against your g-spot, a higher pitched moan alerting him of it.
Your thighs began to tremble and shake against him, his hand holding down the leg on his shoulder by your hip in an almost bruising hold as his motions grew faster. You felt your core and clit begin to throb more violently, warning you of your oncoming orgasm as you grew breathless with your panting.
“Fuck - Otto!” His eyes flicked up to you, taking in your fucked-out expression as your hips ground against him in search of your release.
“Come on.” He breathed against you. “Come on, sweetheart, cum for me.” He growled, sending you over the edge as you cried out, your grip becoming loose as you lost control, relishing in the feeling. Otto pulled away as you slowly came down from your high, standing up to keep you steady and planted sloppy kisses along your collarbone, working his way up your neck and to your lips.
Once you finally came to you made quick work of his sweater, Otto backing you into the closest wall as he ran his hands along anywhere and everywhere on your body. As you undid his belt and fly he took his time memorizing every part of your body, every blemish and impurity that you hated being cherished by him in that very moment.
He felt an overwhelming emotion as he gazed at you, chests pressed against each other and the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt. As he rocked his hips to grind against your opening he gave you a particularly sensual kiss, hands buried in your hair as you breathed against him.
“I love you.” He blurted, bringing your legs up to wrap around his larger waist. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, Otto -!” You moaned out his name as he thrusted in as you spoke, the two of you resting for a moment in disbelief. You nodded at him as you stared at each other longingly, his face glowing with a smile before it twisted into pleasure as he pulled out, only to bottom out as he pushed back in. You both moaned at the feeling of it, his pace gradually picking up speed. He then buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent as he kissed and bit at it.
You let out a particularly loud moan when he angled his hips, hitting your now over-sensitive sweet spot. Your bodies rocked in rhythm, breathing quickened, moans turning into pants as you felt your high approaching for the second time that night.
“Otto -“ Your eyes rolled back at a particularly deep thrust, nails scratching at his back causing him to let out a longer groan. “Otto, I’m close -“
“Yes, yes, I know.” He panted, hands gripping desperately at your hips. “I know, darling. You’re doing so good.” His head lifted to meet your gaze, your eyebrows pinched in pleasure as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. It was in that intense moment of eye contact that you lost it, convulsing beneath him as your orgasm hit harder than before, mixed with the feeling of his own release filling you as he moaned.
You both stayed there for a few more minutes, tangled in each other, afraid to let go. You held each other close, taking in as much of the other person as possible. Otto then pulled out of you and gently set you back on the floor, hands on your waist in case you lost your balance. When he met your eyes he found you already gazing at him in wonder, in love.
“Did you mean it?” You whispered, afraid to break the moment. He gave a gentle smile, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.
“Of course I did.”
Everyone posting Spidersonas and spider variants, post Doc Ock instead Ok so first of all I'm not gonna be able to do any pokemon for the next week since I'm gonna be out for a bit due to broken ac (it's hot as frick holy crap) But I might post some non-pokemon art I've done during the next week. Especially since I kinda just wanna y'know? Don't worry Mulvera will keep going I just can't do anything *new* during the week. But also because I wanna talk about spiderman No I haven't seen the new Spiderverse movie yet, but I will soon enough so please no spoilers, but also as an almost rabid Doctor Octopus fan, I've got my own version of Otto Octavious in a swapped universe in which Doctor Octopus is the teenage superhero and Spiderman is the 30 something year old villain with a dead wife (Rip Gwen Stacy that's just how it is for her) If yall are interested in seeing me draw more spiderman/marvel characters in this swapverse, I'd love to do more.
After exposing an Octovire to a Thunderstone, it'll evolve into Torreflex!
Torreflex are far more dangerous than Octovires, draining massive amounts of electricity in seconds. The more energy they have stored, the brighter the bulb on their bodies becomes. But they're also able to easily transfer energy, as well as handle dangerous substances, making them popular among the region's scientists for their abilities.
I am so sorry about taking so long to get this one out lol, we just had a hurricane and I wanted to make sure the energy on my crappy laptop was saved in case the power went out.
Torreflex is based on Octopi, Lightbulbs, wires, and Doctor Octopus.
While travelling through the big cities, you might come across an Octovire on a wire!
Octovire is an Electric/Bouncy type pokemon, and are a common source of headaches for electrical workers, as they can sap electricity from powerplants and electric cables using their tentacles. They also use these tentacles for transportation, as they can stretch them up to 20 feet to help them climb.
Splatoon 3 just came out not too long ago, so I figured my electric Octo-line might be just a bit overdue lol.
Octovire is based on Octopi and Electrical wires!