Octo!konig Spying On His Prey

Octo!konig spying on his prey

Stranded - Octo!König (Part 4)

Hello! Here's Part 4, as promised even though it's the next morning for me :)

1.5Kwords, 18+ non-humanoid sex toys and obsessive behaviour in this chapter

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(stole pic from google sorry)

Once again, you were going weeks without properly seeing König. You’d catch his shoulder disappearing around a corner or the sound of suckers echoing in an empty hallway but no actual sightings of a giant man or bright octopus. For you, life was mostly normal. Patching up soldiers, bandaging up Soap after he gave himself happy tail again and hanging out with the rest of the taskforce while on downtime,

“Soap, you cannot rocket jump in real life. You. Would. Die.” If this had been the first time you’d had to explain this to the canine hybrid you might have had a little more patience but seeing as it was not, you were ready to throw something at him,

“But whit if we weren’ human?” Soap’s enthusiasm at least was endearing. So giving him an exasperated smile you just shook your head and moved on while noting to refill your supply of painkillers and burn salves. 

It was currently just you and Soap in the small kitchenette in the taskforce’s assigned rooms, you had no patients to see and Soap had the day off given his ‘extensive injuries’ so the two of you had taken over the games console and were having a competitive tournament in Mario Kart, loser has to steal a piece of clothing from Ghost. Currently it was 2-2 and you were on the last match so now it was getting dirty,

“So was the LT around when you broke your tail?” you teased, hoping for him to take his eyes off the screen,

“Oi! At least I wasn’ the one wi’ hickeys all o’er their neck,” he fired back, smugly like he’d been expecting your teasing.

“They weren’t hickeys! …They were bruises…” you refused to look at him, knowing exactly the expression on his face having seen it far too much for your liking,

“Isnt that what hickeys are?” you decide that driving off the edge of Rainbow Road was the better option, take the loss and deal with the consequences later. 

Seeing as you have 24 hours to steal from Ghost you left Soap to his gloating and went off to find out where Ghost was before breaking into his room. After finding out from a passing corporal that Ghost was in a meeting with Price, and double checking the hall was clear so no one else would catch you breaking into your superiors quarters, you picked the lock on his door before quickly running in and grabbing the first item from the laundry basket, a shirt with his name on it. Perfect for your bet, not so great if anyone else sees however. Ignoring all of that you run back to Soap, completely missing the seething bright orange octopus attached to the ceiling above you. 

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Retreating to you room after dinner without having to take a mountain of paperwork with you was a luxury but seeing as the 141 hadn’t been called out in several weeks, you’d had plenty of time to catch up on it. Which means your plans for the night were finishing your current read and maybe starting a new one if there was time. Of course those plans depended on you getting to your room, it seemed like every four or five steps you were stopped by a Kortac soldier,

“Do you know where the colonel is?” “Do you think you could look at something for me?” “I want a second opinion on this rash,” “Could you..?” “Would you..?”

By the time you escaped them your plans of finishing your book were out the window. However as you approached your door, all your plans went out the window. There was a box outside your door, plain brown, not small but also not massive. It looked like it held a water bottle or something. The hallway was empty and there wasn’t anything to tell who had left it but given that you were on base you were pretty sure it wasn’t anything dangerous so as you closed your door you decided it could wait until after you’d gotten changed into comfier clothes and out of your uniform.

The nondescript box didn’t have much weight to it so you were expecting it was maybe mislabelled bandages or some other medical dressing so when you scored open the box you were surprised by the nice stationary. High quality textured paper, a subtle peach colour with typed lettering;

Think of me My Heart

An odd note but what was even odder was the other object in the box. A bright orange tentacle. About as big as your fist, with a marbled look of orange and teal, and made of silicon. Someone had left you a tentacle shaped sex toy. Upon recognition a yelp leaves your mouth and you’ve thrown the box across your room before you had even realised you’d moved. You know exactly who sent it, you just couldn’t understand why. You barely know each other, you don’t even think he’s said more than 10 words to you outside of missions or commands. You’re the medic on base with the most aquatic hybrid training, that’s the only reason you see him so often so why would he do this? Or maybe he didn’t, maybe it’s a prank? It could be Soap getting back at you for teasing or even Ghost for stealing his shirt or maybe even a Kortac soldier trying to rile up their colonel or something. It could have been anything, it was probably just a prank because you didn’t want to even entertain the thought that König had sent you this. He was a friend, it was a tentative relationship but you called it friendship as after everything you’d been through with him it was a little hard to just call each other acquaintances. It’s a prank, so you boxed it back up and shoved it to the back of your wardrobe to be never seen again.

Trying to get to sleep was difficult. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and every time you turned around it felt like the blankets were suffocating you. After an hour of this you decided to check your room, turning on all the lights, opening all the doors and doing a well-known routine to you. Unlock, open and check, relock. You did that with all the cupboards, you pulled your bed apart and reorganised your desk, kit bag and wardrobe. Nothing, there wasn’t a thing for you to be paranoid about and you’d made sure of it. Climbing back into bed exhausted, you settled into the blankets and closed your eyes. The blankets no longer heavy on you, the hairs on the back of your neck were soft and yet, you still felt watched.

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In the bright light of the morning the box looked no different and thankfully your paranoia had waned, so there was no interruption to your morning schedule. Not until you had you leave your room, which is where you found another sheet of peach coloured paper, folded next to an envelope. The fear stopped you in your tracks. Once again there was no one in sight, no noises to indicate a person either and you hadn’t heard anything while getting dressed. Deciding to deal with it before breakfast seemed like a smart decision at the time because if you’d known what was in the envelope after breakfast you were sure you’d never have kept it down;

My Dearest Heart, 

You must think me a cowardly man for this but I felt this was the best way to approach you. I could not hear you last night, were you holding in your heavenly sounds so that no one else might hear? You need not worry Heart, I would never let anyone else near you. Not even the feral Lieutenant you seem so fascinated by. I do hope you liked my present and that you enjoy this one too, although I admit these were more for my pleasure.

With all My Love,

Your Soul

You could feel your heart escaping from its cage with every word you read. You were a soldier, you’d been in battle, you’d nearly died. There had been scarier moments in your life than this. So how was it this is the only time you’ve ever wanted to curl up in the back of a cupboard and never face the world again? You didn’t want to open the envelope. You never meant to open the envelop but your hands were shaking as you moved to stuff the letter with your first unwanted gift. It slipped and that’s when you discovered it wasn’t sealed and its contents had spilt all across your floor. Pictures of you were scattered across your floor. You; eating, working, training, in the gym, in the shower and even in your bed. You had been watched. Someone had been watching you for months.

Hear me out! ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Pirate!Gaz and Siren!reader ⊂⁠(⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠)⁠つ

That's all I had to say

#needSomeoneTowriteAboutThis

#THELIZARDINMYBRAINISBITING

#MOREGAZCONTENT

#GazzyBoo

Hear hear

i am a jester in a cage with nothing but my quills and an insatiable need for john price

🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 lawd have merthy 👉({ô})👈

Soap likes it real nasty.

TW// Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x female!reader, sexual content, crass language

And the problem is, you're a fucking liar.

That's what you get for leading him on, for feeding him late night fantasies through calls and texts. Sold him dreams that you're a real freak that no man could ever handle. That you fucked real nasty. No two-bit chump's gonna ever please this pussy from a goddess, that Johnny Boy, you should be grateful for the crumbs I'm giving you.

He tells you that he's going to lay it down. Once he gets his hands on you, it's over, and girl, you're going to need to visit the salon to fix your soon-to-be rat's nest and lashes. Buy some motherfucking chapstick, because pray to God your lips won't be too chapped when he's done with you, when his cock's done with you. And by the advertisements you're posting, he won't be done with you for a good while.

Don't go showing that pussy off to some other bastard, Hen. This deployment's going by quicker than you think.

It's madness. You're too greedy, too delusional. What the hell were you even doing? How did this farce even come to be? You, some boring chick that can't even maintain eye contact with people, much less a man, was some primetime slag that had numbers on numbers in her phone? Yeah, you were definitely up partying every night, collecting men like Pokemon cards, and totally not living life in dull monotony. The most exciting thing in your week is ordering takeaway; and yet, you somehow had some crazy military guy feeding your sick need for validation. To indulge that repressed sexual itch you found difficult to ever expose. One text from the wrong number, and it all spiraled from there, and you couldn't stop.

I'm going to fuck you real hard. You hear me? I'm going to fuck. You.

He had to tell you more. He needed to.

I'm going fuck your throat raw. Play with those tits. And you're going to sit on my fucking face and squirt all over. Want to drink it all up.

Oh, God. OhGodOhGodOhGod.

You’re sure he does it on purpose; lets you hear the clink of his belt buckle, the coarse way he spits on his hand, lets his breath labor more dramatically than if he was alone. Urges you to let him hear you, too. Wants to hear the soft rustle of your panties sliding down your legs, and what color and cut were they? Let him know when you're going to start playing with your nipples, because God damn it all if he wasn't begging to suck and lave all over them. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you sent him a few pictures; spice things up more than things were.

Like every time, release on both of your ends comes through as harsh pants through the phone. You don't ever turn on caller ID, and you always hang up first.

And he always texts immediately after. Always. Texts you to send a pic of you opening your mouth, sticking that tongue out, for what purpose, he'll never say. You invariably ignore the request; told him he could do better, that he's just some random run of the mill man, and you were a stranger more than happy to string him along. Soap only sees it as a challenge. And that was the problem.

You'd better make good on that promise, Bonnie. Because when I'm back, don't be too surprised when you see me at your doorstep.

(And he does make good on his promise, because he's not a fucking liar. He told you to not be surprised, but here you were wailing into the high heavens, scratching up his back, eyes rolled back as he rearranged your guts. Talked real big, as if you had any game, but he rendered you unable to say anything but his real name. Made sure the neighbors had a show. In the kitchen, on the bed, taken roughly in the tub, made your couch fucking unsalvageable. Got that cunt completely numb, and he laughed sardonically into your ear while he played with your ass.

Liar, liar, pussy on fire.

Should've never played with the telephone wire.)

I won't be ashamed about what I like 😤🫶🫶

Such a slut for golden retriever butches who are all sweet, affectionate but turn into downright sadistic doms in bed. I want to be taken out spoiled and babied then turn around have them tie me up and fuck me to the point of having no coherent thought

Y'all ever feel like listening to 50 songs at once?

Because yeah