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Stuck ~ Octo!König
I got distracted by @frogchiro's wonderful octo!König head cannons and I just had to write a little something where König saw an opportunity and refused to not take it 🤭
Hope you all enjoy 💙
Part 2 - Stuck (Again) Part 3 - Unstuck Part 4 - Stranded
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You’d been with the 141 for a few of months now, patching up the hybrids after their missions and even sometimes after they pull some mischief on the base. Before you joined 141 you hadn’t interacted much with hybrids, even in the military most of them were in specialised units suited to their hybrid abilities but getting to work with Price and the others had been an eye opening and fun experience for you. It also forced you to learn about a thousand new skills and tricks as the fox side of Gaz meant you had to catch him to treat him, you learned how to avoid Soap’s wandering tail as you tried to give him stitches and what to say back to Ghost and his growling every time you had to treat him. Luckily none of them required specialist training to be able to treat so you were quite comfortable in your skills. Of course, maybe someone should have insisted on more training for you before you were all sent on the mission with Kortac, it might have caused less problems.
“Contact left!” “Ghost, how copy?” “Shit! Fuck! He’s hit!” “Medic! König’s hit!”
You dart out from where you had taken cover and rush towards Ghost and König. Getting there you see the Colonel on the ground, having been dragged behind cover by Ghost, in a pool of blood,
“König? Can you hear me?” You knew you had to act quickly, putting pressure on the wound and trying to get him to respond as you shook him.
“Don’t..” He mumbles out, ‘Don’t waste… I’ll shift” he whispers out, so quietly that your ear is pressed to his veil just to hear him,
“Then shift!” Screaming in his face as you desperately try to stop the blood, you watch him shake his head,
“Burden, no..” you roll your eyes at the stubborn soldier,
“I can protect you König, just shift so you’ll live!” you emphasise your point by putting as much of your body weight on his wound as possible and that seems to be all it takes.
One minute you’re fighting a six foot ten inch stubborn ass of a man and the next you have an octopus barely bigger than your hand, curled around your wrist. You cant not stare at him, you didn’t even know König was a hybrid. After a few shocked moments you can hear more calls for a medic in your comms so you make a quick decision and shove König down the front of your top, behind the bullet proof vest.
Between the mission going to hell and patching up everyone’s injuries, you’d actually forgotten about König until another Kortac soldier asked you how you’d gotten him to safety. Dumbfounded you took a moment to remember and then you couldn’t stop the blush across your face. Pulling off your vest and reaching into your shirt you get a hand on him and gently tug, and tug, and tug but he goes nowhere. Now everyone’s looking at you in confusion,
“Hehe, hang on,” you say to the Kortac group, “König! Let go” whispering down your shirt at the stubborn man who refuses to move no matter how much you pull at him. Seeing that everyone’s looking at you like you’ve gone insane you decide to take off your shirt and ask for help. Instead all you get are laughs and several photos that perfectly capture how unamused you are and how content König is.
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Unstuck (Octo!König Part 3)
Happy Halloween! Have a little treat on me <3
This one is dedicated to the lovely anon who filled my ask box with octo!König ideas. I couldn't not use the nipple piercing one, its like it was made for octopus!König.
Part 1 - Stuck Part 2 - Stuck (Again) Part 4 - Stranded
<1K, 18+, nipple piercings, top half nudity, angst
Anyway, without further rambling, part 3! Have fun!
Your three weeks of leave were wonderful, spending time with family, catching up with friends and even treating yourself a little. Your friends had dared you to get piercings and after much debate and convincing yourself that no one would know you were breaking regulations as they’d be under your clothes at all times, you got yourself nipple piercings.
Returning to base and to work meant you were kept busy. Enough that you barely had time to worry about anyone finding out your little secret. In fact, you had nearly forgotten all about them the day it happened. There was nothing wrong with the day, it had been a standard day, nothing remarkable and no issues had cropped up. You had only dealt with some cuts and bruises so the paperwork you had to do was minimal, and as you mindlessly finished it up your mind drifted to dinner. The door slamming made you jump. There in the doorway stood Horangi,
“Take him! Before I rip his arms off!” He shouted at you, throwing a ball towards your desk. Before you could respond, he was gone and the ball was moving towards you.
Unable to process the last few seconds it took the feel of tentacle on your arm to move you into action,
“König? What’s wrong?” Seeing as your last few experiences with the hybrid involved him being injured, you made a beeline for your aquatic med kit and towards a patient bed.
“Come on, let me get a look at you,” you tried pulling him off but were as unsuccessful as ever. He just continued up your arm towards his favourite spot which is when you began to panic,
“No König! Just stay where you are, okay?” Attempting to use your free hand and block him from continuing up your body while making sure he wasn’t bleeding, wasn’t the easiest of tasks. Especially not while you scrambled for an excuse as to why he couldn’t be attached to your chest,
“I uhh… I took a hit in training. I’m bruised, yeah. Eh, I’m all bruised so you can’t sit there today.” Seeing that there didn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with him you walked back to your desk, closing the door as you went. König seemed to consider what you were saying, he stopped his climbing efforts and stared at you. You who had suddenly found so much more paperwork that needed doing.
Settling back into a rhythm of paperwork with König on your arm was fairly easy and it lasted a while. Enough that you had distracted yourself in checkboxes and signatures and your heartrate had come back down to normal. Until König reached out a tentacle and brought it hammering down across your chest. With a yelp and a flinch, you dropped everything,
“König! What the hell was that for huh?!” You stared down at his beady eyes, in a stand off with him. He moved closer and you flinched, one of his arms were held aloft, swaying gently in the air and every so often it found its way closer to you. Distracted by the arm in the air, you never even noticed the other two, as quick as lighting, they darted forward and ripped your shirt open.
Your unmarred chest stared back at him. And you could have sworn his expression was that of a raised eyebrow. You, too frozen to react to anything, standing there as he worked the rest of your clothes off until he found what you were hiding. No bruises. Two little metal bars. A rapid heartbeat.
“It’s not like anyone else knows. And besides, if you weren’t such a pervert, you wouldn’t know!” Your defence was shaky, even you knew it, “Can’t just respect someone’s boundaries can you? You’ve got to have whatever you want.” Lashing out in an attempt to keep from crying as you pulled your shirt across your chest but you found your efforts hampered by König as he began climbing up again,
“No!” Brining an arm across your chest to protect your nipples, you shout at him, “They can’t be touched so just shimmy your way back down. And while you’re at it, why don’t you just get off?” He freezes at your words, you’ve been annoyed at him in the past but never angry. Never upset.
As he pulls himself off to sit on your desk you bring a hand to your eyes, desperate to remove any evidence of tears before turning away from him to find a new shirt. Cleaning yourself up, removing the small spots of spilled ink on your arms and coving yourself in a spare shirt you made your way back to your desk. Expecting to find a grumpy octopus instead you’re met with a puddle of ink ruining your paperwork and not a bit of orange in sight.
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Stuck (Again) Octo!König Part 2
Here we go, part 2. A bit of a darker but still as adorable König. This ended up three times the length of part 1 and I'm considering a part 3 if y'all want it :)
Part 1 - Stuck Part 3 - Unstuck Part 4 - Stranded
On the journey back to base you noticed that König was still bleeding, while it was slower than in his human form it was soaking through your shirt. At some point you were going to have to treat him but you had no experience in aquatic shifters and seeing as it wasn’t in his file, you doubted the Kortac medics knew more than you. Of course, priority number one was to get him unattached from you,
“König, you’re still bleeding. You gotta let go so I can figure out how bad it is.” Gently you try to pry his tentacles off but every time you get one and move onto the next he just re-attaches it,
“König! You need to let go now!” you resort to scolding and annoying him in the hope that something will work, “You need medical attention you stubborn ass, let go or shift back.” Emphasising each word with a poke to his face.
A staring contest with an octopus was not on your to-do list for today. But for the last hour it’s the only thing you’ve accomplished. Everyone else has been seen to, all patched up and every joke about your new accessory ignored, even the paperwork has been finished. You needed a plan and you needed to know more about octopuses.
Firing up everyone’s best research tool, Google, you delve into the world of an octopus. Learning that their tentacles are actually arms and that they taste with them; that they have a beak; three hearts and that they can lose and regrow their arms. The last fact seemed the most important to you, it meant you didn’t have to be gentle in pulling him off you. But first you tried something a little less rough, getting into the shower. Figuring that he had to be feeling a little dried out you opted to get under the water and hoped it would encourage hum to pull off. It took some persistence but after about ten minutes and with some more, slightly rougher prodding, König eventually detached himself from your chest,
“There we go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” you gently splash some water over him and watch as he rolls around, throwing it all over the place.
After a while of playing and laughing at the small octopus’s antics you made a move to get up as your wet clothes were getting uncomfortable but the movement startled König,
“hey, no, sorry buddy. I didn’t mean to scare you,” you’re reaching forward to pick him up when it happens, “ No, König come back!” he scurries off, faster than you thought he could and by the time you’ve slipped your way through the shower bank, he’s gone.
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In the weeks following on base, you only ever saw König out of your peripheral. Always lingering but with no interaction. And then Kortac were called out. Months went by with no sign of him but every week you learned a little more about him. Taking aquatic hybrid first aid courses, researching more about octopuses and their hybrid types. Learning that they were solitary animals explained a lot for you and it was in your first aid courses that you learned how rare an octopus hybrid is. Most female octopus hybrids die after giving birth, it's something they have in common with the animal counterpart, so they mostly live isolated lives with only other females for company and it’s the males that keep the genetics going by taking a human partner.
The day König returned to your life was a bad day. You slept through your alarm and missed parade, your supply delivery was missing nearly everything you’d ordered, drowning in paperwork meant you missed lunch and to top it all off, it had not stopped raining. So when you heard the shouts outside the infirmary you nearly burst into tears. Instead your door burst open and six men rushed in carrying König. Time froze, you could no nothing but stare at him, at the cuts, burns, the pole sticking out of his arm. The blue blood covering the room in seconds. In reality you were already screaming orders and reaching for your fully stocked aquatic first aid kit. Something that had never been used, something that you had only gotten for him even though he wasn’t your responsibility.
Hours passed; marked by vital checks, medicine doses and dressing changes. Hours passed and König remained unconscious, too exhausted to even trigger his body’s defences and shift into his smaller, more durable form. Hours turned to days. Days that were marked by the cold cups of tea left undrunk, the smell of antiseptic burning its way into your skin, the cold of his hand under yours. You had vowed to not move until you were sure he’d heal. Until he shifted and you could carry him with you.
Eight days passed in this manner. You as quiet as him, only your breathing and the machines made noise in the room. That’s when it happened, the heart rate monitor alarmed, the oxygen meter, everything in the room was going off but all you could do was stare at him. Now dwarfed in the bed was König, seven and a half arms, bright orange, and awake. And trying to run away,
“Oh no you don’t.” You snatch him up from the edge and immediately pull him to your chest, “Not this time buddy, you’re missing half an arm and even if you weren’t you lost so much blood I looked like a smurf!” sensing that he wasn’t getting away, you watched with a fond smile as he squirmed his way under your shirt and returned to his favourite spot.
“Right, now that you’re out of danger and awake lets get some food first. Crab or shrimp?” You asked the little guy, giving him a pet on the head and chuckling as he lets out a series of clicks.
Walking into the mess hall meant you were rushed by every Kortac soldier there,
“Is he okay?” “Can we see him?” “Will he survive?”
While not a very sociable person, König was well respected as a soldier and commander. The lower ranks looked up to him and idolised him.
“He’s fine, he’s doing a lot better but he needs some more monitoring. I’m sure you can all see him soon.” You let them all know that you’ll tell him they were asking and pass on their get well soon messages before heading through to the kitchen and to the freezer at the back which held the specially ordered food for hybrids with dietary requirements.
Dinner was interesting. If anyone was watching you they were going to think they were hallucinating as they watched you drop bits of crab down your top. The few sounds König made were quite, small pops and low whistles that only you could hear and you hoped it meant he was enjoying the food. In between feeding him you fed yourself and eventually it was time for to head back, König needed more medicine and you wanted to check for infections after your little excursion.
“On the bed please, I gotta grab your medicine.” Expectedly holding out your hand for him to climb onto as you pull down your shirt but he doesn’t move, “König, sweetheart, move.” More prodding, more pulling, all id did was leave you with little sucker shaped bruises.
“König, I swear to god I’m not doing this again. Get on the bed. Maybe, if you behave- we can go in the shower again” Bargaining was your last resort, you couldn’t check him over if he was still attached to you.
Slowly you watched as König’s arms moved, one at a time, to pull him up your body. Pulling harder at your skin than he had before to leave marks up your neck before eventually settling on your throat with his arms wrapped around your neck. Your protests were short lived as the second you opened your mouth he squeezed a little tighter, not relaxing until you stopped trying to speak altogether.
Your night continued like this, paperwork was done with the occasional ink drip, talking to patients was done with as few words as possible, bending over wasn’t comfortable and your top ended up soaking anyway as König dumped your wattle bottle over himself and then demanded more with whistles increasing in pitch as you refused. As you signed the last report you tried once more to get him off,
“You’ve had your fun König but I’m tired. I want to go to bed and you need medication so plea-“ your words are cut off by a harsh squeeze that takes your breath away. Louds clicks punctuated by the slapping of tentacles against your skin fill your ears before eventually you’re allowed to breathe again. Taking the hint, you make your way to the shower before bed, promising yourself that tomorrow you’ll find a way to get him unstuck.
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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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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
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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.
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Hey!! I hope your day is good! Can I request Octo!König with a bratty reader ?
My days been not too bad Nonnie, hope yours has been brilliant because I love this request! I also got so carried away. I just, I'm a brat this is what I want from life. So thank you Nonnie for letting me ramble away about Octo!König and Brats
tw: 18+ MDNI, sexual content, spanking, bratting, brat taming, cockwarming, octopus, tentacles, monster fucking, dub-con
We're gonna say that reader and König are in an established relationship of sorts. There's a bit of dub-con in the whole thing as reader was stalked and manipulated into it
König is willing to be lenient with you in the beginning of the relationship as he understands you're not used to giving up sp much control.
He believes that you're scared and doesn't want you to be terrified of him so in the beginning he deals with the bratting with time outs. He'll put you in the spare bedroom which only has a bare mattress on the floor and a blanket.
Any refusal to eat, even if its just something on your plate that you don't like will result in him force feeding you. He has to care for his mate.
After a few weeks of this König gets frustrated and that's when he gets mean. Spankings are now a daily occurrence and by the end of the day they're accompanied by time outs.
Remember that tentacle dildo? He's not above a little public humiliation, he will make you walk around with it in.
Speaking of tentacles, he loves shifting into his half and half form and using his own tentacles to restrain you.
He's used them to spank you before as well, the bruises his suckers left lasted for a month
He's not always mean though. He can recognise when you're just having a bad day and need something soft. Those days consist of movie days where he has you cockwarm him just so you're always aware of him but its still pleasant for you.
MAINTENANCE SPANKINGS
He will collar you so that even when you're apart you can't forget about him and you'll remember to behave.
Takes pictures of the bruises he leaves on you to remember them by and to remind you what will come of your behaviour.
When he's not in the best headspace and you're being bratty he will just cocoon you in his tentacles and use his human arms to soothe you. It's like a more restricted version of timeout.
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I had a dream last night.
Small soldiers X 141 👀👀 18+ Yandere? Obsessive behaviour, kidnapping sorta MDNI
MDNI
You know that scene where the parents are drugged and then the Barbie’s tie the kids up?
So like imagine. Your nibbling asks you for these new dolls for their birthday, the new G.I Joe wannabes, TF141. It’s a new line of action dolls, 4 to collect with a tank, barracks, Humvee and a whole cache of various weapons. And being the best adult in your niblings life you get them everything.
It’s a week before their birthday and you suppose you should start wrapping everything up, so you go to pull the boxes out of the cupboard except the boxes are empty. No dolls. No cars. No weapons. You can’t make sense of it. No ones been in your house and they’ve been in a locked cupboard for weeks.
Seeing as it’s late and you’re slightly tipsy you decide to deal with it in the morning hoping the light will clear things up. Besides your takeaway arrives and you want to eat before it gets cold. So you settle down with another glass of wine, the Chinese and your favourite movie. Halfway through you’ve finished your food and you’re half asleep on the couch so you give up on your movie and go to bed.
It’s the pinching that begins to wake you. The skin around your wrists hurts and your head can’t make sense of it. You can’t fight your way out of the fog.
“C’mon Princess, let us see yer pretty eyes no’”
That woke you up. A face in front of yours. A tiny face.
“There ye are. All tied up and nowhere tae go no. No more work either, just us.”
(Highly recommend the film btw. It’s one of my childhood favourites)
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Folie A Dix ~ Une
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For @auspicioustidings <3 Thank you for the idea, I am now consumed by it.
TW: 18+ MDNI, AFAB reader, Poly Stuff, Kinda Dub-Con as the exact circumstances aren't negotiated, Spanking, Oral sex, Explicit Language
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You can remember exactly when this odd arrangement started. John had called to say he’d be working late again and that he couldn’t make date night but that you weren’t to worry, he’d sorted something out and you wouldn’t be missing your reservation and you should wear that pretty green dress he bought you. Safe to say, when Simon Riley showed up that night and escorted you to dinner you were confused, even more so when you got home and John picked up the conversation exactly where Simon had left off at the door. Simon hadn’t even said good night, just opened the door for you. There was no room to question it so you wrote if off as a one off, John not wanting you to miss out on something you’d been looking forward to. And then it happened again.
John had unexpectedly been called to base to deal with an incident while you were out shopping. You’d told him that you’d be fine with a taxi but he insisted he’d sort it. So twenty minutes later when Johnny showed up and started picking up things off your list and saying things like “Oh, we’re nearly out of this.” and “Why don’t you get it? It looks perfect on you!” when you tried on a dress. And once again, John acted like he’d never left your side. So it became routine, if John wasn’t there then one of his colleagues was. Simon, Kyle, Johnny, Keegan, Nikolai, Alex and even Farah and Kate on occasion. It just became part of your life and as you were getting used to it, it took another turn.
You’d felt pent up all day. Restless and full of energy that not even deep cleaning the kitchen helped with it so you had baked. And baked and baked. You had several trays of brownies and blondies and no intention of eating them all. So you packed them up and headed to base knowing full well that John would have several and the rest would be gone in minutes. Except you still felt restless.
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You found John swamped with paperwork in his office with both of his sergeants. They all looked like they could do with a break and you had plans for John.
“Hey boys, I made some baked treats if you want to go hand them out?” Taking the cue you’d given them Gaz and Soap gave their thanks with kisses to your cheeks and rushing out with brownies in their mouths while John looked on with a fond smile.
“Love, why don’t you take a break? Have a sweet treat?” winking at him, you set a small tub of blondies off to the side while climbing onto his desk before reaching forward for a slow, wet kiss.
He let you have your fill for several minutes, kissing your way down his neck while pulling at his uniform shirt in an attempt to get it off. It was with a groan that he pulled away from you and captured your wandering hands,
“Hang on Love, I gotta get these forms done before three.” It was all he could do to not melt at your pout. He stood up and moved back when you reached forward again,
“Go lie on the couch Love. Skirt up, panties off. I just gotta get something.” He was out the door before you could reply, moving hastily he slammed the door behind him.
You and John had a relationship that was full of pre-discussed rules and boundaries. You knew what he expected of you when he gave an order and what would happen if you didn’t comply. The couch in his office had bourn witness to quite a few of the order he’d given you and this one was a familiar one. It was routine. It had been discussed, practiced, perfected. So as you lay down, cunt bared to the world, the last thing you expected was for Simon to walk through the door and John in behind him.
Scrambling to cover yourself you froze at the harsh bark from John,
“Doll. Is that what you were instructed?” He raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you shook your head and returned to your previous position. He made his way back to his desk while Simon position himself between your legs,
“You treat my people well Doll. You treat them almost as good as you do me, it’s time they returned the favour. My people, my people who follow my orders, who do my bidding. My people, who treat my wife for me, under my orders. My people, my orders, my hands.” There an odd look on his face, one you don’t recognise.
As your eyes never leave his, you stare as he settles back behind his desk. He picks up a pen and a blondie and starts to fill in the forms he’d been interrupted from. So caught up in what John was doing, you missed what Simon was doing. His hands had worked their way around your thighs and settled on your hips. The hips he had pulled towards himself and now had his head between. You could feel his warm breaths on your lips but even they could never have prepared you for his tongue. In one action his tongue had licked its way from your asshole, up the length of your cunt and around your clit before making its way between your folds and feasted like a starved lion.
“Si- Simon! W-Wh-“ Your mouth couldn’t vocalise what you were thinking as you tried to question him but it wasn’t Simon who answered,
“That’s not the name you scream Doll. After all it’s not Simon’s mouth who’s on you is it?” He wasn’t even looking at you, too distracted by those damn forms, “My people, my mouth, my hands Doll. Me. It’ll only ever be me that touches you.” His tongue darted out to lick up the remnants of blondie around his mouth at the same time as Simon swirled his around your clit again.
“John! Captain!” Were the only words that left your mouth from then on. As Simon licked, sucked and even softly bit your pussy, barely stopping for breath as he did. Going and going until you’d cum twice all over his face, until he was so drenched in your wetness that it would be all he smelled for the rest of the day. Until your taste had engrained itself on his tongue. He had done everything just the way you liked, exactly as John would have done right down to the nibbles on your clit as you came. It was like he’d been given a manual and had driven you perfectly and then gone again just to make sure.
Simon even took care of you after in the same manner as John would. Cleaned you up with gentle wipes, and made sure you recovered by drinking water and even fed you a brownie. Mumbling in your ear the whole time,
“Good Doll, such a pretty Doll, did so well for me Doll. Your Captains proud.”
He helped you sort yourself out and gave you a small kiss, chaste in comparison to what had just happened. He walked you back to your car, John not saying another word while you were in the office but Simon, Simon talked the whole walk. About the baked goods, about the options for dinner that night, upcoming events you and John were invited too, he was all clued up on your life.
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The journey home left no time to contemplate what had happened. The demanding country roads needing all your attention no matter how many times you had driven them and by the time you were home John had text you,
Your lasagne for dinner sounds good Love. Be home by 6 xx
Simon had obviously told him what the two of you talked about. But with dinner to cook it left you very little time to think about the afternoon you’d had. By the time the door was opening you had just plated dinner and were in the middle of pulling the garlic bread out the oven. John made his way to you and without saying anything finished the kiss you had started that afternoon that now felt like a lifetime ago.
“That was a wonderful visit this afternoon Love and I fully plan to indulge in your cunt again after dinner,” He interrupts his sentence to kiss you again, giving you a preview of what he plans to do to your other set of lips, “So you go freshen up and I’ll get the rest of dinner out. And don’t bother with panties, I’ll just steal them again.” He moves and holds up his hand, dangling from his fingers is your underwear from this afternoon. You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you scurry upstairs to the bathroom to splash water on your face.
Dinner continues as usual, conversation about your lives and gossip about friends and co-workers. The only sign of what happened being when John says something about a topic you know you’ve only mention to Simon. Yet John talks about it as if you’d directly said it to him. But John never brings it up so you forget about it, write it off as a one-time fantasy or a reward for Simon and a way to take care of you in a time where John just couldn’t. Life goes on.
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Well life did go on. And John was away for a month on a mission. Making your usual preparations such as making sure all his uniforms and gear were washed, double checking he’d packed everything and the little things you did to make him comfortable while away, you’d gotten to the last item on your list; cancel your date night reservations. You always made them in advance at John’s request so he could treat them like meetings for work and make sure he was available for as many as possible. Of course last minute changes happened but when it came to long call outs for missions you always cancelled your plans. Usually.
“Don’t cancel that one Love, or that one.” He mumbled into your shoulder where he’d plastered himself for the last hour or so against your back, leaving marks deep and dark enough that hopefully they’d last the month.
“John, you won’t be here and I’m not going out to dinner by myself.” You roll your eyes, thinking he was trying to get you to treat yourself while he was gone,
“I’m telling you not to cancel them. And you won’t be going by yourself, I’ll work it out.” He told you, moving so that he was in front of you and waiting for your reaction. Except you couldn’t react, not when he covered your mouth with his, the second you opened it to reply.
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Thoroughly distracted by John and his talents in the bedroom you never did get to ask him about the date night plans before he had to leave and all too soon date night arrived. It was the first one since he’d been gone and one of the ones he’d said not to cancel. The original plans were dinner and mini golf but you had fully expected to be watching romcoms on the couch with a takeaway John had ordered in advance for you. Something he had surprised you with in the past. So when your door opened and a voice called out to you, you jumped.
“Doll, you ready? I know you don’t want to be late to dinner.” Grabbing the hockey stick John leaves by the stairs for you when you’re home alone, you carefully make your way towards the door, “Doll? You here? Did you forget we had date night? Cause that’s not like you.” You could see the man now, it was Nikolai.
“There you are, you ready?” he holds his hand out towards you and reaches for yours. He takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards the door, you’re halfway there before you react,
“Nikolai? What the fuck?” pulling against him you try to stop his advances towards the door.
“Now, you know that’s not what you call me Doll,” He levels you with a look that’s straight from John, the one he uses when you’ve disobeyed an order, “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He manages to pull you out the door and push you into his car. Opening the door and buckling your seat belt, exactly like John does, with a quick kiss to your lips.
He takes you to your dinner reservations, you have the conversations you would have with John but every time you call him Nikolai he stops and gives you that look again. After dinner was mini golf. John’s choice for date night this time because you suck at mini golf and it means he would have gotten to hold you. Hold you just the way Nikolai does every time you get frustrated during the game, his arms caging you in while he murmurs instructions and praise in your ear as his hands guide yours into making shots. And then you’re home. You’re home and all the tension that had been built was gone. The car ride quiet with just the radio on, conversation exhausted over dinner. You’d expected to be dropped off at the door, like Simon had done all that time ago.
Nikolai walked you to the door which is when you realised you didn’t have your keys. He’d pulled you out the door before you could grab your things but the door was open. Nikolai had a key. Nikolai was picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you in. Nikolai was saying something?
“You really pushed it Doll. Eight times during dinner you called me the wrong name and then another five while we were at golf. Thirteen rule breaks, I think that means thirteen spanks. But seeing as this isn’t your first offense I think we’ll round up. Twenty should do, make sure it sinks in.” His voice was light but there was a sense of finality to it, no room for negotiating, as he makes his way up the stairs to you and Johns bedroom.
“You know the procedure. Strip, over my knee.” He says setting you down on your feet in front of the mirror, like John does because he says he wants you to see how beautiful you look while following his orders.
Nikolai settles on the chair, John’s chair, that’s always used when John wants to spank you with his hand. And that’s when it all clicks in your head. John. John’s people. John’s orders. John’s hands. John. John. John wasn’t here. But Nikolai was. But it was John’s orders. It’s John’s instructions. It’s exactly how John would do it.
“Lost Doll?” Nikolai’s voice jolts you back to current events, no. John’s voice. This was John.
“No Captain. Just realising.” You smile, brightly, softly, lovingly. Your husband was here. John was here.
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Ask box and requests open <3
#bluespoonswriting#call of duty fanfic#john price x reader#simon riley x reader#nikolai x reader#call of duty x reader#cod fanfic#cod x reader
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Tattoo artists 141. Going for your first tattoo and they don’t let you go to any other shops for your tattoos. They put their names in your designs so everyone knows you’re claimed.
Them convincing you to get piercings and taking advantage of the opportunity to make you feel good and comfort you.
My friends getting her first tattoos today and I’ve been dreaming
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as a big tiddy person can I request something with Octo!König and a reader with a larger chest? He’s canons, drabble, whatever you feel like doing 💕
I do try to write most of my things as neutral as possible so that no one feels excluded, like if I said reader had boobs and you don't, and that takes you out of the fic. That's something I don't want to do to people. That being said, I will absolutely write something specific if requested <3
so here we go!
Female Reader is a civilian and is already married to Octo!König. This got a little carried away and there's not so much focus on the size of readers chest so if you'd like more or different do let me know :)
tw: 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, monster fucking? maybe, tentacles, hybrid character, female anatomy described
Dinner at home without your husband was always hard. It was lonely and sometimes he had been gone so long that it didn't even feel like you were married. Of course you knew what his life was like, you agreed to it but it doesn't mean you can't feel sorry for yourself sometimes.
So tonight dinner was popcorn and whatever sad romcom you found first. In an effort to feel good you had put on the lingerie that made you feel confident and sexy. It was also Königs favourite set on you, it's the one that no matter how crazy it drives him, he refuses to rip it. He takes it off of you slowly, hesitantly so that no harm comes to the delicate lace and he can see you in it again.
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Popcorn stale, the credits of a movie you didn't pay attention to rolling in the background, everything was drowned out by your own fantasies as your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, never quite hitting the spot. As you desperately chased a high that wasn't coming you missed the door and your husbands greeting. You didn't even hear as he walked in and right up to the couch you were laying on,
"Missed me Perle?" the voice startled you as you scrambled to cover yourself before realising who it was, " You seem frustrated, would you like some help?"
He fixed his eyes on you, a stare that would make grown men weep but for you, it's a promise of pleasure. A small nod was all it took and his own fingers replaced yours. Thick fingers that knew exactly which spots to hit, how deep to go and how to stroke your clit just right to have you seeing stars.
As you cam down from the high you felt König's fingers leave you and the tell tale suction from his hybrid form make its way across your skin. This was one of his favourite ways to cuddle and destress from work. He burrows his way around your boobs. His head sat squarely in the middle as his arms wrap around your breasts and pull them together, effectively squeezing himself in between them. Of course he can't leave your nipple out in the cold so he always makes sure to cover them with his arms and even takes care to place a sucker right on top, so he can play with you all he wants.
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Any of the 141 but mostly I headcanon Soap treating you like a child treats their favourite teddy bear… (slightly yandere and dark)
He never lets you go, always had to carry you. Rubs at your soft skin to soothe himself. Likes to cuddle you close when he gets overwhelmed by his emotions. Whenever he’s eating he hand feeds you too. Your whole life is to just exist to comfort him.
If he puts you somewhere he expects you to stay there. If he dresses you in something it stays on until he changes his mind. You’re not allowed to speak unless it’s a certain phrase/s (like the sound box in build a bears). He decides what you like and if someone talks to you then he answers them. No phone or computer for you because Teddy bears don’t need that stuff or hobbies or anything to keep you stimulated. Will sometimes read books to you but he does it very slowly like he’s teaching you to read. Tucks you in at night right next to him and his hand never leaves yours.
#bluespoonswriting#call of duty fanfic#cod fanfic#johnny soap mctavish x reader#soap x reader#141 headcanons#141 x reader#john price x reader#ghost x reader#gaz x reader#gaz garrick x reader#cod headcanons#call of duty x reader
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sorry for making your inbox my little dumping ground for random thots I have about fictional men but consider the following:
serial killer!141 and reader who has a true crime podcast with a teeny tiny following, except they're the only ones who get the information right and the boys are now obsessed with them.
Reader: I mean it doesn't make sense for these muders to have been done by one person right?? the evidence even suggests a group, likely very closely bonded and crafty
Soap, still having his airpods in: THEY'VE GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN LT!!!
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APPLE KEEP DOING IT!
I love this idea. The boys being like 4 out of 12 listeners and they’re always leaving comments to get a mention on the podcast, like:
Phantom1: They could be a family if you think about it.
CapMoney: Do you have any theories on why they’re targeting their victims? The police still think it’s random.
CleanBhoy: I love listening to you while I work. Your voice is so relaxing.
GazCap: Please be careful, I would hate for this to draw attention to you x
Like they’d listen to you talk about all the police info and use it to keep themselves clean. When your information starts to dry up the leave clues at the crime scenes pointing the police to you as a potential victim. But the police see you as a suspect and Soap is distraught.
They go on a rampage when you’re in custody and the police have no choice but to let you go. And then the boys find out they didn’t give you protection and so they do the only thing they can think of and kidnap you.
You’ve got a plush room in the attic and in the basement Price and Gaz have built you a little podcast studio with all the best equipment and they give you inside details about the crimes.
Oooh there’s so much you could do with this!
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I feel like Octo!König gets zoomies.
But only in certain places; the bath tub, any type of pool, in reader's office, and at the beach.
Reader once took him to the beach, and he dragged her out at least forty feet from the shore. Almost immediately, he transformed and disappeared. Around five minutes later, he appeared with a multitude of beautiful shells wrapped in his tentacles. He gave them to her, and theb went back under water. She stayed where she was waiting for him until her limbs got tired and she had to go back to shore. She waited on the sand at their chairs for around two hours before he walked back over to her. She was so very upset with him.
Ge had gotten distracted by a school of fish and started chasing them. After that, she immediately got him a microchip that had a tracker in it so she could see where he was.
Let's just say she doesn't like having to wait for him all too much.
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König absolutely gets zoomies. Anytime he's in water, he's off. You've got a board full of lap times next to your bathtub. He makes you time him as one swims round and round.
When you go to the beach, König isn't allowed in the open water in his octo form for safety reasons. Mostly it's so he doesn't get lost in the open water and leave you stranded. He can play all he wants in the tide pools though, and play he will. You get given shells and rocks and end up absolutely soaked. Once he even handed you a live crab he caught. That was a shock.
Occasionally if you're at home, you can see him get restless. He's been on leave too long. Not enough to do. So you run him a bath, filled with mechanical fish and other bath toys. Little stacking cups, bath crayons, diving weights. And he just goes to town on them, spends hours playing until the waters freezing, you're soaked and the bathrooms flooded. Of course a warm shower is needed afterwards to warm both of you up.
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Just saw the tattoo 141 post and the part about peircings??? Oml
Imagine then slowly encouraging reader to get more and more peircings. Then it becomes a game between them to try and get reader to get a more exotic peircing. They've already gotten her to do her nose, septum, eyebrow, lip, double ear lobe(on both sides), industrial, tragus, and all that good stuff. It takes a bit for Soap to convince her to get a tongue peircing. Gaz wants his hands on her breasts, so he persuades her into nipple peircings. Price, who finds this game of theirs stupid, but plays along to get her with her shirt off, persuades her into a bellybutton peircing. Ghost, who worms his way into her brain, convinces her to get a clit peircing. The whole time he's peircing her, she's holding on to Soap's hand for support. Soap's just upset because not only did he lose the game, but he didn't get a close-up or to feel her pussy.
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BurBur! You are in my head because that's exactly what I was thinking!
Price owns the shop so. He finds the whole competition aspect juvenile and so he pulls rank on them and convinces reader to let him do the intimate piercings cause these boys wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you. I know what you need attitude.
One of them tattooing you while the others talk and distract you from the pain. You've got a hold of their hands and they're using their other hands to hand feed you sweets and water.
Photos of you with their work on your body everywhere. In the shop, on social media, at conventions they take you along and if they can't the have like a full body photo of you and all the art they've gotten to ink on you.
141 x tattoos
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Nsfw GhostKönig fanart
https://twitter.com/aycherst/status/1738387729384177728?t=w0hiH_XFnR0PiKPe5gEsNQ&s=19
König would snap your phone on the spit if he saw you looking at this, even if you just happened to scroll onto it by accident. He would be so pissed and would show how much of a not-bottom he is (especially not to Ghost)
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I’m keeping hold of the other asks you sent for now but BUR!!
Okay hear me out! AU, 141 and KorTac are working together for the same target. Poly 141 x you x König. DUBCON!! 18+ MDNI
You’re in the rec room, just chilling. You’re in your phone and Soap and Gaz are watching the tv. You see this and you get a mischievous idea. Silently you show Soap and Gaz and of course the three of you share one braincell because you all have the same idea. Gaz goes to get Price in on it and Soap goes to Ghost which leaves you with König.
Price is in because for once it’s not him on the short end of your schemes and there’s no paperwork that he can see will come from this.
Ghost is in cause Soap sucked his dick plus it’s a chance for him to top a big dude. Of course he’s in.
And König? Well, König thought he was getting a chance with you until you walked him into the room and he saw the rest of the 141. For a brief moment he thought he was getting jumped cause they’d noticed how he was looking at you. And then you told him, you’d let him fuck you as long as Ghost got to fuck him at the same time. 👀👀
König was speechless. Just stood there until you palmed his cock and started pulling his trousers down. That was all it took to convince him and he was whimpering out yes like he was praying for salvation.
While Ghost prepped his hole you sucked his dick and König thought he’d died and somehow made it too heaven.
On the other side of the room Price, Soap and Gaz were in the same situation with Soap in the middle. You were all exhausted by the end of the night and Price declared that this was the new team bonding exercise.
#asks for blue#bluespoonswriting#call of duty fanfic#call of duty x reader#könig x reader#poly 141#poly 141 x reader#tw: dubcon#dub con#dubious consent#18+ mdni
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🍎 If I may request something I don't think I've ever read before, Octo!König having to hide QUICKLY from something and deciding that the only place he can be actually safe is inside reader, so he gets in their pants and crawls inside as reader has to remain "calm" with a whole octopus in em
feel free to delete this if its too weird no hard feels
i had to read this several times to make sure i was reading it as inside and not like just under a skirt or something. But no, you were going full on, completely inside. welp.gulp.uhhh. how am i gonna do this? lets head cannon it.. yeah. i think if i attempt to write this as a story we might be here a while as i experiment with logistics (take that as you will) so head canons, with some creative liberties it is
18+ sexual content, dub con
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we've already established that being attached to reader is König's safe space. so like if he was actually terrified by something, I could see this happening.
of course if it's scared König, chances are it'll scare you so being calm is out the window. it's fight or flight my guys and you can only waddle.
of course you're probably too distracted by thoughts like "can he breathe? what if he thinks i smell? did i clean up well enough?" and then you get to the other thoughts while having to deal with whatever terrifying situation is happening.
do his suckers leave bruises on the inside? is that a tentacle i feel? that feels good, oh god he's found the spot. "What's that? No, I haven't seen König today"
of course being the perky little octopus that he is, König's all too aware of what movements affect you most. he's taking notes. he's repeating them for accuracy's sake. his goal is to spend the rest of the day only smelling you on him.
maybe he doesn't completely fit inside so he's got tentacles in all your holes and the rest of him is stuck to the outside, just applying suction and squirming around. Giving you some pressure and friction but not enough. He just spends the time teasing you, never giving you enough to find a release because he's damn well not giving you an orgasm while you're talking to Ghost. No one gets to see you so vulnerable but him, even if it would boost his ego to show off to Ghost.
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I saw your ask for inspo/ something to write so here!:
(Anon on bc shy + coward also first ever ask I'm sending)
Currently on Octo!König brainrot, so here's an idea that's been swimming around my brain:
(Based mostly off of Octo!König version where his hood hides his tentacles)
Octo!König showing his tentacles to fem!reader for the first time. He's all nervous she'll think it's weird, but to his surprise, when she touches one of the tentacles and it curls around her finger, she kisses it gently. One thing leads to another, and he's using his tentacles to make out with her, curling them around her tongue, the one(s) not in her mouth are groping her and leaving little marks on her neck/chest/shoulders.
Give me one moment, i just have to scream....
Anon! First of all, I feel very blessed that I'm who you're sending your first ask to and second of all, I love you. I screamed when i read this. this will haunt me now, it will be all i think of. Anyway, here's a thing for you. Thank you nonnie, this is exactly what I needed and I just didn't know it. I got carried away with it too...
TW: 18+, tentacles, dub con, sexual content? making out and dub con groping
König was shy around you, but even then it was nothing like he'd been this week. You never saw him, only his shadow as he fled whatever room you were walking into. He had a physical evaluation scheduled with you which is why, you assumed he was running away from you like you were going to dissect him.
Eventually Friday came and the evaluation needed to be done, there was no escaping it anymore so like a person possessed you marched to his office. Barely even stopping to check if he was busy or not, throwing open the door to find him except his chair was empty.
Just as you were about to concede and admit he'd won this time you spotted movement under the desk. He was using his hybrid form to hide from you. You'd known of course that he was an octopus hybrid, it was in his records, but you'd never seen his form. Slowly you moved until you were sat on the floor, the wall of the desk all that separates the two of you,
"König, I know you hate it but it needs done so I can sign you off for duty," keeping your voice soft so as not to spook him as you reached a hand out to him, "I don't even have to touch you if you don't want me to" offering him an olive branch, as you thought the touching was what put him off, you didn't expect what happened next.
A tentacle whips out from under the desk and catches your hand. It curls itself around your fingers, intertwining with them and holding so tight you can't move them. The sensation of the suckers is foreign but not unwelcome, you feel them leaving marks across the back of your hand as they frantically grasp at you.
Trying to soothe the obvious anxiety König is exhibiting you bend down and give a chaste kiss to the tentacle that's the tightest around your fingers. A brief moment that you meant to be gentle except it was nothing but as the remaining tentacles attach themselves to your face. For a moment you panic, thinking he means to cut off your air but instead of suffocating, the tentacles prod. they poke at your lips until they open, giving way for them to reach further, wrap around your tongue and even make their way down your throat.
The tentacles that aren't in your mouth make their way around your neck, you can hear and feel them as they leave as many marks as possible. As they venture further down, slowly getting covered in your drool, you see König squeeze his way out from under the desk. Unable to say anything as he holds your tongue hostage, treating it like his own personal sex toy, you can only watch as he crawls closer to you. Crawls up your body. Until he's attached across your chest, tentacles spread out across your body. In your mouth, creating a collar across your neck and even down your shirt which is now covered in your spit.
#bluespoonswriting#octo!könig#asks for blue#call of duty x reader#könig x reader#konig x reader#tentacles#tw: tentacles#dub con#tw: dubcon#tw: dubious consent#dubious consent
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