Thinking about Alpha! König, who comes home to his sweet little Omega.
Laying in bed after being away for weeks, heavily scenting you all over again, huffing and letting shaky desperate breaths over your shoulder and neck.
Holding your back pressed to his chest as he spoons you, still trying to scent you more, pumping out more pheromones in persistence that he could replace your natural scent if he tried hard enough
But that’s not enough, he has you pinned against him because he’s rutting his hips again yours. Buried to the base of his cock, grunting, as he held your hips on hand playing with your clit, he can’t bring himself to pull out and fuck you properly, desperate and giving short, fast ruts like a teenager in his first rut.
It’s not enough to scent you heavily, with all the men and alphas who live around, scenting you til your scent is faint ain’t enough. He has to cream your insides. He NEEDS to coat and mark your insides with his scent, marking your womb as his, pumping load after load until your cunt can guarantee it’s carrying his pups
“Miene Schatz, Miene Frau”
As his teeth graze over your shoulder to your scent gland, bitting into the flesh gently again
Series summary: Your parents signed you up for an Alpha Omega Match company when you were eighteen. It took years for them to find your match, but you meet the giant austrian man. Will he be a good partner?
Chapter summary: You are going through your heat with your alpha for the first time.
Pairing: König x Fem Reader
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Never use this abbreviation without the slashes it is an indigenous slur) 18+ MDNI, heat (omega verse), Smut
Word count: 3.1k
Genre: Mostly Fluff a little angst here and there. Smut.
A/n: It's me BITCHESSSS. I don't even know if there's anyone on my blog anymore. Well, anyway, I'm gonna tag everyone who asked about the chapter, as well as people who wanted to be on the list. Hopefully, I got everyone. I am here to stay. I am feeling better finally (only took years), and I am eager to continue this series and move on to some others I have in mind. Also, I decided to treat omega heats and alpha ruts a little more realistically in my opinion. Let me know how you guys like it!
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Chapter Six
König ran through the grocery store like a madman. Ignoring the scared looks of the other shoppers. He had to stock up on supplies for your heat. He needed paper towels, a variety of foods, extra towels, and omega pain medications. König would be lying if he said he was upset your heat came early, but the panic set in immediately as neither of you were ready for it. He busted through the apartment door and set the bags down on the table. He briskly walked to your room and opened the door slowly. You were asleep in your nest but not peacefully. Your breathing was labored and quick. You had sweat on your forehead; it released pheromones that made König weak in the knees.
König closed the door gently, making sure not to wake you. He went to his room and changed into a pair of sweatpants. He opted for no shirt, considering he would get very sweaty in your nest. He brought the extra supplies into your room, setting them down neatly for when they're needed. He knelt down beside your nest and caressed your face, wiping away any sweat around your brow.
“Schatz....” He woke you gently.
The gentle light of the morning forced you to rub your eyes as you woke up. You whined softly, feeling the cramps of your heat. When you opened your eyes, you were met with your Alpha's brilliant blue ones. Your inner omega immediately started making demands.
'Alpha! Mate with Alpha. Mate Mate Mate!' Your head was reeling.
You knew König was talking to you, but it was hard for you to focus on his voice. You shook your head trying to get the fog to leave and hopefully shut your omega up a bit.
“Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” König said. He offered his hand for you to take.
You nodded and crawled out of your nest, using his hand as leverage. You didn't completely trust your legs not to give out. König saw your wobbly knees and swiftly picked you up. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking deep breaths of his sweet, comforting scent. König sat you down on the edge of the tub and turned on the shower. You still had makeup on from the previous night. Once the temperature was to König's liking, he started stripping you. Even though you knew it was just for a shower, your wetness started to drip down your thighs.
König chuckled at your dazed state. You looked at him with such lust and adoration. After you were undressed, König shed his sweatpants and helped you into the shower. As soon as the water hit you, your muscles relaxed. The cramps eased up little by little. König got in as well, making sure to keep you under the stream of water. He caressed your bare skin, making sure to saturate your entire body. You moaned and sighed at his touch, absentmindedly touching his chest. König rested his forehead against yours, savoring the steamy water.
“Feeling better?” He asked quietly.
“The water helps.” You say breathlessly. König grunts in response.
“Have you had your heat before?”
“Yes, but it wasn't this bad.” You said.
“Did you have someone to help you?” König asked quizzically. You shake your head.
“Would you like me to help you?”
“Please! I mean...uh, yes. I really would like that.” You stumble over your words.
Without another word, König lifts you up, pinning you against the shower wall. He parted your legs with ease, slotting his hips in between them. You can feel yourself get soaked immediately. König kissed and suckled at your neck, leaving small love bites near your scent glands. Your heat started to take over. You whimpered and moaned, grinding into his hips trying to find a little bit of friction. König caught your mouth in a hard kiss; he swirled his tongue against yours feverishly. Water and your slick pooled at the bottom of the tub. König inched his hand down and in between your legs. He made gentle circles around your clit; you shivered and moaned at his touch. König slipped his finger into it, curling it deliciously. You held onto him tightly as your body twitched and writhed.
“Let go, pretty girl.” König says softly.
Just as he says that he uses his thumb to rub your clit firmly as he curls his finger inside you. The orgasm came like a tidal wave. You moaned loudly, your legs shaking as he continued to rub, drawing out your orgasm longer. Your vision went fuzzy, and your muscles tensed. You've never came so fast in your life. König held onto you with a small smirk. You tried to catch your breath as you came to. You barely remembered the rest of the bath, too high from your orgasm. König turned the water off and stepped out of the bath. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body while guiding you out of the tub. You shivered slightly as the cold air enveloped you. König wrapped his own towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. He placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you to your room. You sat on the edge of your nest, too dazed to pay attention to most things.
“Would you like to put on clothes, Liebe?” König asked.
You shook your head. You were too sweaty to wear clothes. You crawled into your nest with the towel still around you. König tutted at you.
“You’re going to make your nest wet.”
“Mrrphhh,” you responded, snuggling into the blankets. He chuckled and tucked you in, leaving you to sleep.
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You jolted awake, a migraine already festering in your head. You were warm, very warm. You slid out of your nest and ripped off the towel you had on. It was dark outside; you had no idea what time it was. You left your room and padded to the kitchen in search of something you could stomach. You didn’t notice König on the couch reading. You rummaged through the fridge like a wild animal. You found some salami and ripped the package open, stuffing a few in your mouth. König watched you with amusement in his eyes. His omega, in heat, naked, stuffing food in her mouth—you couldn’t get more perfect in his eyes. He cleared his throat, making his presence known. You jumped slightly.
“Oh, Alpha! Um, I was hungry.” You said sheepishly, trying to hide your nakedness behind the fridge door.
“Why didn’t you call for me?” König got up from the couch and walked toward you.
“I didn’t know if you were asleep or not.” You looked down a little embarrassed at his gawking.
“It doesn't matter if I’m asleep; I take care of you.” He raised your chin up and pecked your lips.
You clenched your legs together; your heat made any attention from König hot and heavy, and he knew it. He pulled you away from the fridge by your waist and closed the fridge.
“You go lay down; I will bring you food.” He said.
“But Alpha, you aren’t that good at cooking...”
He growled lowly. “Go.”
You scurried off to your room without another protest with your pack of salami. You were pretty content in your nest, munching on your snack, when König strolled in with a plate and a glass of water in hand. On the plate was a sandwich, a very nice-looking sandwich.
“You made this?” You asked.
“Mhmm.”
The sandwich had ingredients you knew weren't in the refrigerator.
“How did you make this?”
“I can make a sandwich,” he said defensively.
“You brought it, didn’t you?” You smirked.
“...yes.”
You thanked him and started eating. König left you to eat in peace. Your migraine faded away as you ate and drank. As your strength returned, so did your heat. The burning in your lower abdomen was intense, but you managed to keep it under control. After you finished eating, you dug yourself deeper into your nest. You tried to calm your urges, but you knew what you needed. You felt bad asking König to help you. You didn’t want to burden him, especially since he hasn’t marked you yet. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt insecure about it. What if he didn’t want to commit to you like that? You whined softly at the thought. Your temperature climbed steadily, and your heat returned at full force. All you could do was breathe and whine, the cramps becoming more unbearable. You tried to go back to sleep to avoid it.
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König smelled you before he heard you. He should help you...he wants to help you desperately. But he also wants to make sure you're comfortable with it. He’s doing everything he is supposed to do: feed the omega, comfort the omega, and help her when she asks. But those noises... Down the hall, you are in agony. Being so close to an alpha, your alpha. It’s driving you crazy. You didn’t even realize how loud you were. Your hand drifted under the waistband of your panties, just to relieve some tension. Your fingers worked tirelessly, but they felt like feathers in comparison to Konig’s. A steady mix of moans and whines left your lips, calling out to your alpha. The frustrated noises made the alpha grip the couch arm tightly. He shouldn’t...
“I can’t...not without—”
“Nnnghh....König...”
“...Fuck...”
You couldn’t help it. Your heat wants him. Normally, König walks quietly through the apartment, mindful like on the battlefield. The large man stomps down the hall, too distracted to care about how much noise he is making. You heard him through your desperate mewling and lifted your head to peek over the blanket. König stands in the doorway, his shoulders rising and falling as he huffs the air in the room. He can’t get enough of that scent. Sweet but not overly so, spicy but warming. You both stared at each other for a moment. Neither one of you move without permission from the other. You sit up slowly, your breathing labored.
“Schatz...”
“Come...please, Alpha...”
König moved on command, closing the door behind him. You looked up at him, already feeling some relief from his presence alone. He takes his hood off slowly, revealing his rugged face. You have to hold back a moan as you gaze up at him. He kneels at the edge of the nest, still searching for permission. You move closer; for a moment you think about just pulling him down into the nest, but a bigger part of you takes over. You slip out from under the covers, still nude from the shower earlier. You turn around, getting on your hands and knees, poking your ass towards the large man. König’s breath hitched as your plump ass raised into presenting position. You let your head rest on the blankets while glancing back at him. König brings a fist to his mouth, biting down on his knuckle. It is taking every ounce of strength he has not to ravage you. He needs to take this slow; your first heat with him is important; he has to make it special. But, boy, are you making it difficult. König rests both of his hands on your hips, squeezing the flesh under his fingers for a moment.
“Are...you sur—” König is interrupted by his impatient omega.
“Yes! I already said yes, just fuck me! Please!”
König startled slightly at the annoyed tone from his omega, but it quickly dissolved into lustful happiness. He knows he is being a little too careful; he knows that they have had sex already before, but he can never be too careful with his omega. You, on the other hand, were already tugging at his pant leg, silently telling him to strip. The alpha obliged, making quick work of his belt and pants. He lifted his shirt up and off in one smooth motion. His hands wandered down your back, soothing the burning sensation just beneath the surface. You sighed, arching into his touch. Your hips hinged back, bumping König’s enthusiastically. His hard-on poked through your legs, slipping through your slicked pussy lips. You groaned, melting at the feeling. You sink deeper into the nest below, fully presenting yourself to him. König used one hand to hold the base of his cock and the other to steady your hips. He forces himself to go slow, not wanting to hurt you with his size, though you wouldn’t care too much anyway. The alpha slides his tip around your entrance, coating it in slick while simultaneously drawing more from you.
“So wet...this is all for me, Schatz?”
“Mhmm...please...please, Alpha, all yours...huunngh...”
The cramps are amplified in response to his ministrations. König can feel his knot starting to swell before he’s even inside you. He has never been this horny in his life. But then again, he’s never had an omega begging and mewling for him like this either. Let alone his perfect omega. König slowly slips the tip of his cock inside you, drawing moans from both your lips. You, being the impatient omega you are, open your legs a bit further and sink your hips back onto his cock. Another thick inch sheathed inside you. You let out a high-pitched groan, your legs shaking from the stimulation. König hissed, holding your hips tightly to keep you from doing that again.
“Calm down, omega...you are going to...hurt yourself...”
“Shut...up...fuck me...”
“Mmhm...Yes, my love...”
König shouldn’t deprive his omega of what she wants. But truthfully, he just wants to last longer than he knows he will. Slowly, König pushes himself inside her. As their hips get closer, his body drapes over hers until his front rests on her back. His pointed Germanic nose brushes along the back of your ear, making you shiver. His mouth finds your scent glands, kissing and licking them gently. You want him to mark you, claim you right here and now. You don’t get much further in the thought as the alpha begins to thrust. They are tentative at first, shallow and gentle. Making sure you are truly ready for him. Once your slick starts dripping down his thighs, he picks up the pace. His thrusts are a slow staccato rhythm, but they are hard. König uses his weight to fuel his thrusts, lazily letting his hips slam down on the poor omega beneath him. He knows she likes it, judging by the moaning, screaming mess under him.
“Oh my—!...Fuuuuckk....AH! ALPHA!!!” You whine wantonly.
“You take me so well.... You want my knot, little omega? ... Answer me...”
“Yes! Please...Knot...Oh god...KNOT ME!”
König couldn’t help but smile as he pounded his little heat-ridden omega into the mattress. Normally, this would be embarrassing for you, but right now, his cock is the only thing that feels right. The alpha’s hand slips up your hip and torso to reach your head. His large hand grips your jaw gently, tugging your head back. Your back arches into him involuntarily until your vision goes sparkly. The tip of his cock nudges your cervix hard, making you grit your teeth. The slight pain only amplified the intense pleasure. König feels his knot inflating, but he holds back, determined to make this last a little longer. The alpha huffs heavily in your ear. Slowly, your eyes open wet with pleasurable tears as they meet his. König’s baby blue eyes are dark with lust. He stares straight into yours. You almost cum on the spot as he growls at you, baring his teeth. The animalistic rumble vibrating through your chest. Your omega responds in turn, purring loudly. The feeling scares you at first; you have never purred for anyone before. König hears it too and urgently locks his knot inside the shuttering omega.
“AHHAH....shit fuck....nnugh...”
König twitched, groaning and growling deeply as his knot inflated to its full size. You whine, unable to hold yourself up anymore. The alpha gathers you in his arms, letting both of you fall into the soft cocoon of her nest. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you protectively. Your purring never ceased. It lulled you both into deep relaxation. His hot pulses pump you full of his seed. Your mind clears up slightly from the heat-addled state it was in before.
“König...we didn’t use protection...” Your voice was hushed but not remorseful.
“...So?”
“So...”
“I want four pups.”
“Four?! That’s too many.”
“Ok...three?”
“Ugh...”
König smiles, nuzzling into your neck affectionally. He knows he will convince you to have as many pups as he wants. Especially if your heats are this intense. You pout but don’t protest, too tired to fight him on the number of children you will have. You fall asleep quickly and without a care in the world.
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The rest of the night becomes a routine. You wake up, whine for König to fuck you again, sleep, and repeat. The poor alpha doesn’t know if he has any more to give come morning. Luckily, you are asleep most of the morning. Ever so quietly, König grabs his phone off the floor. He orders some breakfast for delivery so you have food when you wake up. He stays with you until the order arrives on the doorstep. You whine as his warmth leaves your nest. It wakes you slightly, but the haze of your heat keeps you bedbound. As König retrieves the food, he sighs heavily. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow absentmindedly. It’s a little worm in here. The alpha turns down the thermostat in the kitchen to cool the house down. He doesn’t think much of it as he brings his omega the food in her nest. You lift your head up slowly, watching the alpha plop down on your shared nest.
“König...you smell good...”
“Ja? Thank you.” König is happy that you like how he smells.
“Not just...like normal. You smell strong...”
Like, assaulting the senses strongly. You can feel the slick pooling between your legs the more he stays next to you. The omega leans closer to him, their nose twitching as they scent the alpha.
“Are you...in rut?” You ask slightly concerned.
“Rut? No. No, I haven’t had one since I was a teen...”
König is well overdue for his rut. His body just never felt safe enough to allow it. But now...König can feel the sweat accumulating on his skin. The vaguely familiar ache he had as a young teenager was now back like déjà vu. The alpha swallows nervously.
“I, uh...feel...”
“Does this mean you’ll claim me?” You ask a little too eagerly.
“I...I didn’t want to bite without your clear permission, Schatz.”
“Please do...” You bat your eyelashes at him, pouting softly.
“Ah...don’t look at me like that...”
You giggle as he leans over, kissing you. König growls against your lips, feeling his rut coming on fast and hard. Your inner omega is squealing with joy. The alpha lays you back, eager to take you once again. The food rests next to the nest, untouched for now.
For the alpha/omega one, forced proximity on one of his missions he gets sent on, and she is basically standard issue along with his weapon. She’s around his stuff/in his bunk 24/7, her sent slowly permeating everything, eventually his mask, driving him crazy/rut if that’s interesting. She gets captured, he starts to realize how much he’d unconsciously relied on her, goes feral, tears enemy base apart and she nurses him back to health? Hehehehe I love feral könig
Oh, he's pissed.
Warnings: mentions of violence, attempted sexual assault (very minor and brief, guy gets what's coming to him)
When Ridgeback had informed the team that they had a new assignment, König was sighing in relief. Finally, a moment away from that damned omega. A chance to prove that he didn't need some weak, not-so-self-sustainable thing to "improve his performance" (if anything, you were just making him grumpier, with how often you complained about the standard-issued nesting material. He already said he'd buy you some new blankets, ok?!).
But then, Ridgeback announced that any partners belonging to the soldiers would be included on the deployment. Meaning omegas. Meaning you.
You weren't happy, either. You thought you were going to get an entire two weeks to yourself, including the entirety of König's room and bathroom and a chance to roll around in his clothes and scent uninterrupted. You'd get to chat it up with the sweet beta corporals that accompanied you to the mess hall in your Alpha's absence. But now? Being flown out to god-knows-where with König, a.k.a. Chuckles? With even fewer nesting materials of an even lesser quality? Great. Just perfect.
König hated how you were everywhere. He hated how your scent, ocean breeze and warm sandalwood, had clung to every article of clothing he owned. He hated how you built your (rather lackluster) nest in the top bunk with a literal wall of pillows around you - he wasn't even in there with you, why were you adding insult to injury? He hated that you were even here in the first place. Who's idea was this?! Now he has to growl at anybody that approaches his table in the dingy cafeteria where the two of you eat in silence, or sit in in the briefing room with you squished to near death in the corner, just to keep you away from other alphas. Not to mention, projecting his scent to cover yours is very inconvenient, you should really stop smelling so nice.
It was a breath of fresh air when they finally landed at the objective rally point for the mission - but the gunshots and acrid smell of blood did little to drown out the thoughts of you. What were you doing without him there to scowl at you? He didn't like the idea of some random beta from this random base taking you to meals, but it was better than an Alpha, he supposed. Your scent clung to his mask, and although it made his senses keener and sharper, he really wished it would just go away, so he could stop thinking of you and focus on the mission. Thankfully, it didn't last too long.
Thank goodness he was still in overdrive when the heli touched base, though - because he quickly found out that you were not where you should be: in his room. He'd have half a mind to think you ran off to do your own thing, if it wasn't for the sour scent in the room, rather than your usual sweet, slightly angry notes. You didn't leave intentionally.
Everyone was instantly on edge when he burst out of the room, nostrils flaring and pupils shrunken in his rage. Horangi rushed after him as König stormed throughout the base, following the trail of your scent (he has to make sure his friend doesn't kill anyone - innocent, that is). He hadn't claimed you yet; a decision he was regretting more and more by the second. What kind of Alpha was he? Leaving you alone on a foreign base without a nice, toothy mark on your neck. No, he didn't need you (🙄), but you were his. He should have made that clear. He didn't like it when people tried to take his omega.
It didn't take long before he heard you - some idiot Alpha had dragged you into the back of a humvee, and König could see your limbs kicking and scratching underneath the man (who had a decent, bloody scratch on his face - good on you). Your snarls and hisses echoed through the cracked windows - which König promptly shattered as he smashed his arm through it, grabbing the sergeant by his collar and pulling him out through the broken glass. You suddenly froze at the sound of the man being punched relentlessly, smelling a familiar cinnamon, woodsmoke, and earth, combined with the smell of blood. König's scent smelled like straight blood when he was angry, and it was terrifying, even to you.
Horangi was quick to interject König and his death sentence to the sergeant, pulling him off of the smaller Alpha - a bold move, even dangerous, but their pack bond was thicker than iron, and König wouldn't mistakenly swing on his friend.
Horangi shoved König back, muttering a quick "get your omega", before pulling the now-unconscious sergeant up by his armpits. "I'll do something with him."
König took a moment to clear his head, breathing in deeply and exhaling through clenched teeth. He then moved to the other side of the car with stride, yanking open the back passenger door and reaching in. You made a sound, a frightened squeak, still alert and cautious, as he promptly dragged you out from the back seat. After a quick brush of your clothes with his hand, making sure there's no lingering shards of glass on you, he tossed you over his shoulder with a grunt and made back for the barracks, leaving Horangi to deal with the soldier.
You assumed you're in deep waters with him now. König didn't say a word to you, just stormed through the halls and huffed at anyone he passes. You were a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal: you had been dragged out, kicking and screaming (and gave a proper, internal fuck you to the surrounding personnel that did nothing) from the barracks, and now here you were, being dragged right back in - just without the protest.
He reached your shared quarters and shoved his bulky frame inside, kicking the door shut behind him. You were about to explain yourself when he slipped you off of his shoulder and put you back on your feet - then promptly leaned down and shoved his face into your neck, inhaling rather obnoxiously while gripping you by your arms. You whined at the sudden, atypical behavior, gently pushing against his chest to get away from the behemoth of a man. He ignored it, picking you up again and carrying you into his bunk bed. He drags you in between himself and the wall, chuffing when you fit so nicely against his frame. Had you always been so comfortable? Why didn't someone convince him to hold you like this sooner?
You, on the other hand, were not as comfy. This wasn't your nest - you didn't have that stupid, grey, felt blanket that was five feet too long, nor the extra pillows you had stolen from the empty room across the hall. You didn't have your border, your flimsy wall of protection against the rest of the world. You squirmed in König's grip, shoving against his taut abdomen and trying to climb over him. He growled, a sound that had you bristling for a moment, but you pushed past it.
"Gimme a sec-"
"Schatz, please-"
"Just a minute!"
He huffed and let you go; you scrambled over him and out of his bed, the thick, muscular cords of his abdomen tensing as you used it to support your weight. He lay on his back and sighed. He just saved you from some cocksure, weaker Alpha - weren't you thankful? I mean, really - this was truly insulting. Here he was (oh, look, his fist was bleeding from smashing the car window, didn't that show you he was a good protector? A good mate?), fresh off of deployment, fighting the demons of the world just for you, and you had the audacity to turn your nose away from him and shuffle back to your precious little nest. How sweet of you. Very appreciative, liebe. Why don't you-
He was torn from his thoughts when a blanket was tossed over him. He pulled it back, confused, as he felt you shoving pillows into his side. You tucked them around him, forming a barrier around the side of him that was closest to the edge of the bed. He watched as you fussed for a bit, beating and fluffing the pillows until they were just right. You then tossed one more onto the bed - one that was wearing his shirt as a case, which had him melting - and climbed overtop of him again.
His chest rumbled with an affectionate sound as you took a damp bathroom towel and began wrapping it around his busted hand. You held it against your chest as you curled into his side once more, not protesting or scrunching your face when he wrapped his other hand around your waist and rubbed your back. He preened when he felt the reverberations of your purr against his hand, your sweet scent filling the air and causing him to relax his shoulders and neck muscles. It permeated his brain and made his Alpha sigh with relief, happiness, and satisfaction. Your scent was finally untainted by that bitter, angry note that you usually had.
"Thanks for... today." you said, deciding to leave the details unspoken. "Sorry about the-"
"Don't be sorry." he rumbled, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your lower back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"You couldn't be."
"Well, now I am."
You sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He's not so bad... getting sent off by my family to some random military company was bad, sure, but... my Alpha's a good one. This could be good.
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Alpha König x Omega GNReader
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Slow, Funny and Sweet Baby! No Warnings
It was the sound of the wonderful 4:30 am wakeup call that forced your eyes open, once more while it was dark out and everyone felt groggy.
Rolling up quickly from your bunk you saw the wave of the other few omegas in the space also get up- as they shuffle quickly to get to the showers and dress for the day.
It was fortunate at least that the Omega sectioned off barracks had its own spaces and there wasn't a lot of you so there was room for you all to at least separate out some, allowing some who needed it to nest or just to create general spacing.
Even if you had to fight over the 9 or so other irritated omegas you had the pleasure of sharing the space with to the showers- Always the unpleasant mix of scents washing over the washroom that made it smell like a candle from hell.
You quick to jump into the showers, hoping to catch the little hot water left and dress even faster. The assault of scents however soon started to disappear by the scent neutralizing patches all Omegas were required to wear being slapped onto everyone.
Sure it was encouraged for all those who had a secondary gender to wear scent patches to make sure grounds were neutral and no adverse effects. However in truth it was mainly enforced on the Omegas, not bothering to enforce it on the other half cause- Well fuck you I guess.
Slapping on the patches for the day you can't help but sigh, feeling already the uncomfortable chaff of the adhesive-
Was it fair?
No-
Where you going to challenge it?
Hell No-
They paid you and told you to scram to do your job.. And well they paid very well so you had no problem with taking this L.
You feel a tap to your shoulder as you button up your coat turning to see your bunk buddy and the closest person here on base looking at you.
Aaron was a stocky rather tall fellow, Pretty however- dark curly hair, pretty hazel eyes and dark brown skin. Most would assume a beta however they would be wrong by the damn near assault of roses, coffee and sugar when he took of those patches. He giving you a sarcastic smile as he held out the second paper cup shaking it playfully.
"Here are your suppressants sexy-"
"Oh thank you bestie, What did you spit in it?"
"Only a little-" He winked, The two of you smile and laugh a little taking the issued suppressants as you toss both your little cups in the trash. These where some of the few fun moments you got in your job here at KorTac, Breakfast which was always a bit more special since your bestie was behind the counter and the few moments before you are stationed in the big steel weapons box you call your job.
You'd never see combat, but as one of the weapon technicians you did the work for those who did. Which was as boring as it sounded- even with the charmer that was your sergeant always liking to talk down to you and most people in the little hellhole you all shared.
As if on cue a box of weapons where set down Infront of you, Still reeking of rotting blood. Looking up at your sergeant getting the morning scowl you were so used to at this point.
"Box for the day-"
"Thank you Sgt. Vega.."
You can only mumble as you start to pull out each item, mindful of the aftermath of whatever battle they had seen. Oh if those checks didn't have quite a few zeros behind them you were sure you'd have walked out of here by now...
Cleaning each blade, taking apart each pistol as you cleaned, put it all back together then tweaked it to work perfectly. Then chucking it into a bag or box depending on who it was getting sent to.
Day in and day out, Shuffling through the stacks of deadly metal. As the next box was set down Infront of you, already seeing the large rifle sticking out clearly ignoring any sort of gun safety and just ready to meet you-
"Is that a gun or just happy to see me hm?"
Dryly smiling to your own lackluster little joke, Quick to work you start to take apart the rifle- It only taking a soft roll in your palm as you recognize it immediately as 'That One'
Glancing next to your station leaned against you confirmed- bloody sledgehammer. There was always one bag of weapons that was always assigned to you. Seemingly whoever it was being picky and preferring one set of hands on their things..
You didn't have a clue who they were- however the fact that there was a sledgehammer included with the weapons made you not willing or wanting to find out...
But honestly this bag wasn't all bad really- Actually one of your favorites.
Especially since you got at least small moments of catching a fairly nice scent of what seemed to be and alpha on it. It was faint of course, Under the oil, the smell of blood and bullets. A nice spicy, fruit and booze smell- with a bit of vanilla. It reminded you of the nice festive alcohol you'd find in a store around the holidays.
However it was always short lived, especially since you had to clean it. Sad but as is life-
Whistling a bit to yourself you go through the bag, taking the extra time to get everything a bit more organized then what you'd so for the extra bags you had.
As you're finishing up the rifle you heart Sgt, Vega scream out to you.
"(Y/N)! I need that bag ready!"
"But, I just got it!-" You're cut off quickly by her shrill voice.
"Now!-"
"Son of a- Sorry I'm coming! God damn-"
You're fast to finish up your task cursing under your breath, checking the sight and making sure every screw and fastening was perfect. Looking it over quickly you jump up, feeling the snag on your wrist on the rifle, however quick to rush to the metal window of the armory where your boss is.
"Got it"
You mumble, Handing off the bag and hammer to your sergeant the women glaring at you for daring to make her wait as she walked out with the laundry list of weapons to deliver herself.
As you head back to your station you see where your wrist snagged, a small rip in the patch probably caught on the sight since it had been the last thing you'd touched- Changing out the patch from your wrist mildly annoyed now you return to your station mumbling under your breath.
Non the wiser at the snowball you had started...
On the other side of the base far from the were you continued to work. König sat in his office, his large form hunched over the stacks files on his desk as he looked over the details of his upcoming mission, Grumbling in his native language over the details listed as he bounced his leg slightly in thought.
A soft knock snapping him from his thoughts- Already smelling the Sergeant from the armory before she walked into the office as gently as possible.
"Colonel, I have yo-"
"Leave them there. You're dismissed Sergeant. "
He didn't even bother glancing up nor letting her finish her sentence, gesturing to the spot he always had them put it and waving her off just as fast. Already feeling the clear upset from the sergeant as she did as asked- König waiting till he heard that door close did he look up, sighing a bit to himself.
König was not in a good mood- and while he normally would have humored the women at least someone who had very clearly hinted she was willing to climb his 'corporate ladder'- He didn't feel like it today.
His nerves were a bit shot, wound up and he felt ready to snap his teeth at anyone if they came across his path at this point. Flexing his hands he looked to the bag in the corner spot.
It was a small ritual he had before missions. Something that allowed his mind to settle a bit.
He'd always look over each item in his office. A bit of paranoia and anxiety in the idea of someone possibly handing him poor items before he went out to whatever dangerous mission he was thrown into. That and it just gave him something to fidget with..
However he had started to be more lax about it.
It was clear most of the time it was the same hand doing his repairs, the sight to his liking, cleaned well and it was set up always the same in his bag. He still checked them of course but it was more for comfort.
Sliding over the bag he started his little ritual, humming a bit as he checked each item that would go into his vest or hands. Each gun, knife, the sledgehammer he sported on his back. Finally the rifle which he looked over- As he went to slide it back something caught his nose on the gun in hand.
His head twitched to the side a bit-
König rolled the empty rifle in his palm slowly looking it over, narrowing his eyes a bit as he saw on the corner a bit of white, clearly a part of a patch that managed to snag deep enough. Grabbing it between his fingers he rolled it a bit, Catching the scent once again between his warmed fingers.
He had to swallow the literal growl that wanted to erupt from his throat then and there.
Quickly pulling his mask up almost frantic he breathed it the tiny strip of gauze far more deeply exhaling softly to let the taste settle on his tongue.
Almost Peachy, Light flowers, Marshmallows and a bit of citrus.
Oh it was divine..
"Scheiße.."
He mumbled, eyes almost rolling at the tiny scratch of gauze. It made his mouth water, chest flutter and that feral part of his brain scratch at the walls he had long since locked up.
Truthfully it had been been quite some years he'd even gotten a scratch at that inner Alpha, Being jacked on enough suppressants to kill a bear at this point so he wasn't much of a liability- Sure the characteristics still were there however the need to fall into that mindset of wanting to mark, breed and so forth had been locked up behind pills shaped bars.
It had even been years really since he'd even sleep with an omega, let alone feel so undone by anyone.. All his conquest had always been either alphas or tough and tumble betas. Someone sturdy and easy to let go at a moments notice.
But this was different..
He ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth, jaw twitching purely by the thought of whoever this scent belonged to- really just soaking it in. König couldn't help but chuckle darkly under his breath. This little thing was managing to break nearly 20 or so years of suppressed instincts in minutes.
'Impressive little Omega..'
Racking through his brain a little as he continued to roll the fabric between his fingers. Letting the scent linger for as long as he could as he thought quietly to himself, looking at the weapons with a crooked smile-
Well, I intended to post something for WIP Wednesday, but then promptly passed tf out on the couch after work, so instead what if we just do…
✨Thought About It Thursday✨
This is something from what is supposed to be a Reader one-shot, but at this rate may end up being a little multi-part ficlet. We shall see. 🫡
ABO dynamics ahead! Alpha!König x Omega!Reader — dubious consent, forced heat, sorta kinda sex pollen if you squint.
“Sir, please… I think there’s been some kind of mistake—“ you spun on your heel with fear written plain on your face, embarrasment sending heat scorching up your throat, but your sentence went unfinished as the Colonel practically bullied you further into the quiet space with the bulk of his towering frame.
The door slammed shut behind the two of you with a dreadful sense of finality.
“Debrief,” he instructed in a clipped voice as he flipped on a small overhead light. “Quickly.”
Between his abrupt tone and the suddenly overwhelming way his scent flooded into your central nervous system from the enclosed space, it took a few precious moments of his waning temper to un-scramble your brain. The whole room smelled like him - sandalwood and gunpowder and something so cloyingly sweet that it made your mouth water instantly - and each time you sucked in a breath you thought you’d drown in it.
“P-perimeter breached successfully,” you stuttered. “Mission parameters normal until we reached the lab… they had more security than our briefing indicated, and we were ambushed. We obtained minimal intel in the skirmish, and minor damages—“
“Did you come into physical contact with anything at any point?”
The fraying wire of your patience finally snapped.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that!?” You demanded, uncaring that yelling at your superior officer could very well get you into an even bigger boatload of shit. “I’m being treated like I’m contaminated or something! I don’t know, I was only focused on getting myself and my squadron out of there alive!”
As you ranted you backed away from him further into the living space, your body suddenly blazing with the rising fever that you realized hadn’t stopped after leaving Medical. The mild itch had turned into hornets buzzing incessantly beneath your skin — stinging and crawling until you felt you’d go mad with it.
author note: Part 2. Part 1 here I rewrote this so many times. Some of them didn't end up saving but I like how this turned out. Not sure how long the series will be but going with the flow for now. Reminder this is an Alternative Universe to the cod franchise. Alpha König headcanon found here. masterlist
summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.
tags: a lot of angst in this one. brief mentions of death. Cocky König. König asking for consent (he's trying). Mention of psychical violence. Mention of rape but not to reader or by König. Slow burn, still no smut yet but I promise it is coming. World building, relationship establishing. König is a crime boss/war criminal. I think that's all, enjoy! :)
Konig squeezed himself on your small livingroom chair. His knees well above his hips, his arms clamped to his sides. If this were any other circumstance you would have laughed at the sight. But right now you were pissed, no not pissed furious. Your fist clenching and unclenching, your nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood. You stomped your foot and pointed at the giant in the too small of chair.
“How dare you!” you yelled at him.” You son of a bitch!” you continued to yell. König didn’t take well of you calling his Mütter a bitch, rest in piece her soul he thought. All he did was raise his shoulders and roll his neck. This chair wasn’t comfortable at all and he’ll be paying the price for it. You could tell he wasn’t taking you seriously. His dumb smug face and his eyes blinking at you with indifference. You wanted to smack him, no you were going to smack him. You walked right up to him, nearly eye level with the sitting giant. You raised your hand and swung it through the air. Waiting for the stinging impact but it never came, instead König own hand wrapped around your wrist. Squeezing just enough to feel the grind of bone on bone, just enough to leave a slight bruise that’ll be healed with in an hour. His fingers thick around your arm, he brought your hand to his mouth and gave it a small kiss. You yanked it back with disgust, turning away from him as he rose from the chair. His hips clicking a bit from the uncomfortable position. “Have you calmed down?” he asked. Brushing off your temper, your sweet scent had turned sour and he did not like it. But seeing you stomping around trying to act tough, he thought it was cute. It might even had turned him on if you hadn't tried to hit him.“You must be hungry” he proclaimed as he walked past you and into your small dingy kitchen. The light above the stove has burnt out the first week you moved in and you never bothered to replace it. It still buzzed every time you turned the switch on. König poked his head under the hood and yanked the bulb out, tossing it in your over flowing garbage bin. You scoffed at his response, yes what a smug asshole you thought. But you also became self conscious of how you apartment looked right now. Sure you haven’t cleaned up in a few days but you planned on doing a deep clean during your heat. Fuck, you almost forgot about your heat. It should be here in a few days, but now that you’ve been claimed and marked you didn’t know how that was going to play out. Still fumming, the only thing missing was the steam coming out of your ears.
König began rummaging through your cupboards, opening and closing the doors. Trying to find something he could feed you, giving up and moving to your fridge. He was shocked to find leftover take out containers and cheap premade food. Unhappy with his choices he gave up all together, bringing out his phone and typing away his orders. First he wants a car dropped off in front of your house, having ran to your apartment. He also ordered for plenty of food to be stocked at his place. Tons of fruit and vegetables and he couldn't forget protein. He knew your heat was only a day away, having smelt it at the night club. You were staring at him while he did all of this. “Get out.” you told him. He still completely ignoring you until he put his phone away. You still smelled sour, your anger hadn’t resided. “Are you not going to say anything?” you were going mad. “About what?” he finally spoke. Leaning against your counter, his arms crossed over his chest. His biceps and pectoral muscles bulging out from the tight long sleeve dress shirt he had on. This was the first time you actually got a good look at him. He had a scar running from his top lip up to his nostril, a childbirth defect he’s lived with his whole life. His hair was cut short, buzzed to the scalp a mixture of light blonde and grey hair. He was scruffy, sporting a five o’clock shadow the same coloring as his shaved head. His eyes were deep set, dark but bright at the same time. “Done checking me out omega?” he asked, his cocky attitude coming to the surface again. He smirked at you as a flush began rising from your chest and across your face. That’s it your going to slap that smug smirk off his face. Moving fast across the kitchen you reached up high, your hand connecting across König face. The loud crack and sting followed shortly after. Once again König grabbed you wrist in his bruising grip. Shoving you back against the opposite counter. He towered over you, completely trapping you in. “Get the hell out of my house.” you whispered. König's grip on you loosened a bit, but he still held you to his chest. Cradling you like a father would a wounded child. Running his hand through your hair, a low purr coming from his chest. The only time König ever purred was for his mother when she was sad. It’s been years since that moment, and honestly he didn’t believe he’d ever hear it again.
The adrenaline pumping through your body began to chip away, your shoulders sagged and your knees buckled but König held you in place. All the emotions running through your veins, you wanted to cry, scream and beat him bloody. But you couldn’t, you just wanted to be held. The dam holding back your tears finally broke and you began sobbing. Not caring that you are soaking the front of his shirt. Your new reality finally sinking in, the fear of what this Alphas intentions are. Your mother told you horror stories about groups of Alphas taking one female omega at a time. Raping her over and over again until she gave them enough pups to satisfy them. It scared you senseless as a child and still scares you now. You enjoyed the freedom you had, sure it wasn’t luxurious but it was yours none the less. “It’s ok omega, everything will be alright.” König tried to soothe your worries. Noticing the shift in your scent again, instead of the sourness from your anger it is now bitter, biting and snapping at him. “Stop calling me that.” you sobbed. Sniffling and wiping your nose on the back of your hand. You pulled away from the Alpha, suddenly feeling very vulnerable like you were a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. How could this have happened you thought while walking to your couch and throwing yourself down. Still only in the shirt König managed to put on you and the same panties from last night. Not caring if he sees anything, not like he didn’t before. You curled yourself into a ball, letting your emotions take control while you crawled back into your mind, into the darkest corner you could find. Everything you worked for, the years of masking your scent and blocking your hormones. Poof, gone in a second and the man responsible is now looking at you like a sad puppy.
You stayed in that position for what felt like hours but it was only a couple of minutes. König left you in your spot and went to your bedroom. Finding two small suitcases in your closet. Stuffing them with whatever he thought would be importance. His phone dinged, he went to the window facing the street. The car he ordered was parked neat in front of your apartment. He turned his focus back to your bedroom. He knew he couldn't fit everything in the car, not now anyways. And he wasn't sure if he even wanted most of this stuff at his place. His eyes lingered on your bed spread, you'd need something fimilar to nest with. Yanking them off and into a ball, König began moving stuff from your apartment to the car. You still hadn't moved an inch from your spot, only coming to when your tummy began protesting its hunger. Oh right, you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. To stock up on not only food but other supplies for your upcoming heat. You’ve always done it alone, as a child your mother would lock you in the basement. Lining the windows and doors with fresh lavender and honeysuckle, hoping the sweet scent of the herbs helped mask the scent of a female omega in heat. You heard König call your name, your real name and not omega. You crawled out from the dark corner of your mind, eyes focusing on the alpha that is now squatted in front of you on the couch. “Let me take care of you.” he wasn’t asking he was pleading. He can smell your hurt and see it in your eyes. This place wasn’t safe for you anymore, it never was. He got himself angry earlier thinking about another Alpha or let alone a lowly beta breaking into your apartment and having their way with you. He ignored the fact that he was the one that broke in, but he viewed himself has different. Not letting his cock and lust control him. But he won’t lie, he was very attracted to you. The moment his eyes locked onto your body moving through the crowd. It took him a second to single out your scent among the hundreds of bodies in that club. He was there on business, or he would never be in such a place. He hated crowed and loud spaces, his business partner knowing that chose the location out of spite. That’s why he’s now chopped up and fed to dogs, in his defense it wasn't the only reason. But there was something different about your scent, it was sweet like most females but there was something lingering underneath it. It burned his nostrils and filled his lungs, musky and heady. It was your incoming heat, he couldn’t believe it. An omega.
"I'm scared." you finally admitted. Hugging your arms around yourself, trying to comfort and self soothe. König didn't like any of it, not one bit. "You can trust me omega. I want to only love, cherish and worship you." now it was Königs turn to confess. As a child he dreamed about finding a mate, preferably an omega. To love her and take care of her. Someone to worship and kill for. And right now that someone was you. You took in his words, looking into his eyes. The burning flames swirling around the blue, the rich scent rolling off his body. It's not like you had a choice but you let yourself believe you chose this. You chose him. You nodded your head, which made König smile. It was a genuine smile and not that smug smirk from earlier. Up close he was attractive as hell, finally allowing yourself to feel something other than anger. He had to be at least 200cm tall, weighing as much as a brick house. Thick in all the right places, his shoulders wide and legs strong. "Can I carry you?" he asked. Hesitate to touch you right now, you were so fragile he was scared your crumble in his grip. You nodded your head again, too tired for words and still hungry. A cramp began forming deep in your lower stomach, causing you to gasp a little. It was coming to the surface, spreading out across your lower abdomen and down to your uterus. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Not now, please not now. You begged the holy mother that watched over her children. You felt the slick heat slowly making its way down to your panties. Finally becoming self conscious in what you were wearing in front of the Alpha. König was taken back, the sent of your slick filling the small space. His head began spinning and his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. The beast clamoring to get a taste. But he was in control, shoving the beast down and focusing on the present. Ignoring your sweet and heady scent, König carried you out of your apartment. A few people were up early enough, watching has a giant alpha emerged from the door. Bringing you to the car and setting you down in the back were he shoved your bedding as well. Closing the door behind you has you untwined your fluffy duvet and wrapped it around you body. Burying yourself in the warmth and softness of the materials. König sat in the driver seat, locking the doors and starting the car. Pulling away front he curb and towards his home and now your new home.
Okay so after the prologue yesterday, I figured I'd post the first chapter and see what you guys think. Do you want to see more of this story? Do you like it? Please let me know!
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Tiptoe Through the Tulips-Tiny Tim
The crisp autumn wind whistled through the tunnels, howling out a wretched cry of despair before leaping onto the platform to stalk a wrought iron bench. On said bench sat a shivering woman carrying nothing but a briefcase and a sign. The sign was furled around the edges, and there was a stain of coffee on the upper corner that someone had obviously tried to get rid of but had decidedly given up upon, focussing more on keeping their fingers warmed up against their sides.
You sneezed and checked the overhead clock to see if the delayed train was on its way anytime soon. Your fingers were bright red, knuckles white from gripping on the sign firmly enough to crumple it. You gulped, the ticker’s orange lights above indicating that the train would indeed be another fifteen minutes before arrival. It seemed that there had been some sort of incident on the tracks. You wouldn’t have been surprised, really. Despite the fencing and the guards in the station, it was hard to prevent someone from slipping through the cracks. One would have thought a more effective solution would have been put in place by now, but it seemed such was not the case. In a way, you envied that ghost of your mind, freed from the world of shackles and hierarchies. And yet, you shuddered to think of all the bones that had been left behind on the rails.
You looked down to the briefcase and fiddled with the locks. There, inside the briefcase, were all the papers needed to ensure the entire arrangement went smoothly. There were your identification cards, the legal documents (already signed, you triple-checked), even the personal papers that your father had painstakingly wrote out to ensure that the guards would be sure of your identity, as if the chip in your bite collar wasn't enough proof. You thumbed the collar, mindlessly. You had your other ID card in your wallet, but most people liked to use the collar. You just wished you had an arm bracelet like the alphas and betas around you, but they said that the collar was more convenient. You just considered it an insult every time you had to present your neck just to buy some groceries.
The autumn air was brumous, doing nothing to really comfort you as you shuffled on the cold wooden bench. You checked over your shoulder, and saw naught but the staircase leading to the rest of the station. Behind you on your right was a cafe where a young beta B woman was sweeping some fallen leaves to the side. She didn’t seem tall, but you worried about how quick she might be. She certainly had long legs. It wouldn’t take much to come over and take you out from behind. It wouldn’t take much to collapse your trachea as she choked you out, and she could easily hide the body in the dumpsters. Damn the security cameras, when had those stopped anyone? Not when it was a crime against an omega, at least. You had been raised on warnings from your parents to be on guard. You needed to be on guard, you were an omega. Omegas were weak, omegas were pathetic, omegas were dead meat-
You slapped your leg, relishing in the pain that followed. You needed pain to focus. Pain was clear, simple. Pain had a cause and an effect. Easy to take, easy to understand. If you could still feel, it meant you were here, in the present. You were breathing, you were alive. And if pain meant you were alive, then by that logic, it meant that you could breathe, which was what you settled on doing.
You didn’t really understand why your father had to be so busy on that particular day. Normally, he would have been perfectly fine to go out and handle the legal proceedings himself. It would have been fine! Why was it that the cafe had been busy that day? Why did your father decide that his daughter, his omega O daughter, needed to take responsibility and do something on your own? It was far too much pressure, and frankly, it was really not the brightest of ideas. After all, why were you here? You didn’t understand the legal logistics of all of this nonsense. You didn’t understand much of anything about this whole situation, if he was to be perfectly honest.
And yet, you sat on the bench regardless. You sat on that blasted bench with nothing but a sign and a briefcase. It would have been nice to have a coffee, but it wasn’t like you had the money to buy one anymore. Your father had always been tight on money, meaning he didn’t have much to spend paying his daughter. You had long since accepted that you’d work at the cafe for free until you inherited, if you inherited anything at all. After all, family helped family for free, didn’t they?
You sneezed. There wasn’t much around to really keep your mind off of the whole situation. Now that you noticed it, the train station was oddly quiet. It was midday on a Wednesday, certainly, but it still had your skin crawling. Save for you, the cafe worker, and the ticket taker, there really wasn’t anyone else there to take your mind off of why you were there.
Mind you, you supposed your grandmother wouldn’t have wanted you to be so anxious. She was always telling you that the only thing to fear was fear itself. There was no reason to be upset about someone sneaking up on you in a back alley. Why be worried when there is so much to do? Your grandmother probably would have been ashamed of her you for being so afraid… Oh, if she was here right now, she’d certainly hang her head in shame at what a wreck you were!
You slapped your leg again and let out a long shuddery breath. She wasn’t here right now. She would never be here now. No, Grandma was long gone. She had left this world with not much save a few precious belongings, which had been divided amongst the dwindling remaining family. She had always been a fair woman, if a bit harsh, and had seen to it that everything she owned went to the relative that had needed it most.
Jeremy, the eldest of your father’s family, was left her library. She had books collected from all around the world, in all sorts of languages in all states of being. In her collection was a series of bibles that had been out on display for all to see. Of course, her personal copy of the King James was by her bedside, but the display of bibles had been left to the eldest to learn from. Having been a man of God, Jeremy had been grateful about what had been left to him.
Amanda had been left in charge of the manor. The manor was truly an incredible estate, sprawling with unkempt wild gardens and a weird mish-mash of architectural styles to come together into a rickety castle of windows, arches and spires. It hadn’t seen much care in the final years of Grandma’s life, but it was still nothing to scoff at. Having struggled with obtaining a divorce from her overbearing husband, Amanda had been glad to finally have a place to call her own, to start a new life.
The youngest, your father, had been left with one allotment. A lump sum of money, the only remnant of the wealth the family once held onto. Years of the late Grandpa’s cunning business ventures and bold moves in the stock markets had led to quite a bounty to be had. However, once Grandpa had passed, much of his money was donated to local charities, with the grim remainders that were smuggled away left to his late wife for a safe life without him. Your father was glad for any money that could be had to support his coffee business.
The final recipient was a surprise for everyone. It had been none other than her youngest grandaughter, you. You were given the charge of your grandmother’s slave and closest companion, König. He’d been there as long as you could remember. Caring for Grandma in her twilight years, diligent and powerful, König had been her beloved slave. You had always found the gigantic man to be incredibly intimidating, what with his broad and deadly muscles wrapped around his tall, sturdy frame. Intimidating and always hidden behind an exectuioner’s hood. If one had thought to question the power in such a form, any doubt would have been quelled by the firm resolve held in those tired eyes. One had to question what lay beyond those eyes, what thoughts he had, what history lay behind him, who the slave really was. If there was one thing König was, though, it was loyal. Despite his biological tendency towards violence and the battered scars of past battles decorating his arms like medals on a soldier's chest, he was the gentlest and most caring man towards Grandma. You were absolutely terrified of him.
König, as he had been officially named, had done everything for Grandma Tweak without a single bat of his eyelids. He had been there to get her groceries, prepare her food, feed her and go so far as to wash her in the final years of her life. He had taken these burdens with pride and held his head high. He followed your fiery grandmother everywhere she went, taking care of personal matters and ensuring the elder was safe at all times. Grandma had supposedly died in his arms as he was reading her passages of the bible before bed.
However König, for all his care towards your grandmother, had not been one to extend any of his hospitality towards anyone else he came across, family member or otherwise. In fact, on your last visit to your grandmother’s home (roughly five years ago, if you counted correctly), you had been slammed against a wall for daring to disturb her during an afternoon nap. You had been seconds away from being torn to shreds when a small bell had pulled König away to stand behind your grandmother, who scolded you softly for making such a ruckus. You had wanted to argue that calling her for tea was not a reason to be thrown into a wall, but had simply stayed quiet, and accepted your punishment.
For the rest of the visit, you had been (understandably) nervous around König, who snarled if you so much as took a step out of place. Your grandmother had let it happen, and waived off your father’s urges to call off her dog. He tried explaining that you were family. She had giggled, and replied, “Family means nothing in the eyes of vultures.”
You had been desperate to get your father to sell on the slave when you learned of your grandmother’s will, but your father had been keen on the extra pair of helping hands around the shop. Indeed, it also helped to deal with an ongoing issue within the cafe, which had led to many conflicts with the customers.
You knew that you couldn’t control who you were, or who you turned out to be, but you still couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty about how you had turned out. After you had started presenting as an omega omega, customers had been eager to see what they could get away with. Some had taken to mocking you, others turned to flirting with you, encouraging you to run away with them. Others had taken to scenting the cafe, becoming violent towards other customers, and on one occasion attempting to pin you down to mark you. After that incident, you had been forced to work alongside your father, who had been less than pleased to be at the front counter. Your father was much more inclined to work in the back-end of the cafe than to be forced to work with customers, and had made sure that you knew of his displeasure at every waking moment.
Indeed, life had started to become a sort of living hell for you now. You were constantly on edge around customers, barely had enough money and time to go to the pharmacy to get scent represent medications, and you were forced to endure the wrath of your father whenever you so much as clinked a glass. The one light in your life also had suffered, as your mother had fallen ill with a disease that your father couldn’t cure with over-the-counter pain medications.
You knew that if your father had more time in the back and away from you and customers, he would surely have more time to help your mother. So thus, if an extra pair of (unpaid) hands was what it took to ease up on the workload, your father was glad to jump at it. In the end you had little say when you were forced to inherit the bodyguard that had once looked over your frail grandmother.
Thus, this led to you being sat where you were, where you prepared to hand over documents to ensure that König was taken into your care. This entire exchange was what brought you to be sat out on a wooden bench, freezing and sneezing away while you waited for a delayed train to arrive and deliver the one person you’d hoped you’d never had to see again. And because your father refused to leave the cafe, he’d sent you in his stead. So there you sat, waiting and praying the train never arrived.
In the end, the wait for the train had proven to be far less painful than you’d expected. Being lost in thought, you’d shot nearly five feet in the air when you heard a loud tolling of a bell, then the low roar of an incoming train. The heavy clunking and chuffing of the wheels grinding on the tracks groaned to a painful halt in front of you. The doors of the carriage opened like a can to let out a stream of passengers fluttering by. You winced from the sound, stiffened up as the small throng of people piled out of the train and onto the platform, buzzing around you like blackflies, shooting you stinging glares as they passed you by.
In the end, you were left with three people standing in front of him. Two men dressed in grey suits were situated on either side of a tall, looming beast of a man. His face was encased in a ferocious mask, and he’d been stripped down to only a pair of dirty canvas pants held up by a hemp rope. One of the men in suits stepped forward, calling your name.
You nodded, trying but failing to suppress a particularly violent tic in your neck.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. We offer our condolences upon the death of your grandmother, Andrea Bower. However, we are glad to announce that you are now a proud owner of one König. Please understand that there are some papers for you to sign before we can let you go. And, of course, we do believe there are some payments to be made,” the first man said and stood back.
You handed them the briefcase. They opened it to examine the contents, and after a cursory glance they nodded and shut it with a click. They looked back to you with twin barren expressions. If you weren’t so nervous, you might have been able to strain yourself to describe their faces as smiling, but as it was you couldn’t read anything past their dark sunglasses. They passed you a leash that had been fastened to the muzzle of the slave, and the other patted his back.
“Please understand that as Andrea did not leave much to König, so we had to take back many of the items that König once ‘owned’. The only objects legally listed under König’s name are a mask, his personal files, and your grandmother’s diaries and paperwork. These will be brought to your home by tomorrow evening.”
The other man handed you a card, “If you have any further questions or concerns, please call your local Slave Department Headquarters for advice.”
You nodded. The man waved over his shoulder as he turned to walk out the door.
Left there on the station, alone again (aside from the other aforementioned staff), you were left holding König’s leash. With nothing left to do, you figured you needed to go home. You expected some resistance from König, but the man simply followed behind you like a dark shadow. You tried to ignore what you presumed to be König’s glare, and fished out your wallet. You had a little bit of cash, the remnants of your birthday money, then looked back to König’s (lack of) shoes. There was no way he could be comfortable walking home with just a mask and pants. No, you couldn’t let that happen.
You made your way onto the street when a sudden breeze had you shuddering. You turned back to look at your new slave.
At that moment, with you looking at König shivering in the autumn breeze and you tucking your jacket around you, you saw a man discarded by society. Maybe he was taken off the streets after being unable to pay for his identity card, maybe he was sold into slavery. Maybe, you shivered, he was born into this life. All you really knew was that this man had suffered enough. You couldn’t hurt him.
So thus, instead of listening to your father, you decided that you would do your best to take care of König. You turned to him shyly.
“So, you’re probably really cold. I’m cold at least. So… I’m going to get you clothes, okay?” you said as confidently as you could manage. Your father had always told you that you had to be strong in front of your slaves. Had to show them their place.
König didn’t respond, and you were left awkwardly holding the leash and shuffling from side to side in the cold. You tried to stand still, but quickly broke from the glare when a car horn startled you. You sighed and accepted defeat. This wasn’t a great start, but it was the start you got. You huffed and spun on your heel to lead König out into the small town.
Once you both were on your way, you got a chance to take a good look at König. This new mask on his face was somehow worse than the one he usually wore. He looked like an insect now. The eyes were a cavernous black, not even the blues of his eyes being able to find light in there. The rusted metal tube from his mouth was covered in a fine grate, looking almost like some crusted proboscis. When he moved, his bones twitched and stretched under his thin paper skin
He was your grandmother’s shadow, now yours. You could feel him following behind you as you walked through the streets. He haunted you as he moved. You felt like if you let go of the leash, you’d fly somewhere far away. Maybe somewhere nice and warm. Maybe somewhere where slaves were outlawed. You could fly away and never deal with König or your father or mother or anyone. You would be free.
The thrift store came up sooner than you expected. Had you really been so lost in thought? It’s a wonder you even made it. A part of you wondered if König had guided you here, but that was impossible. König had never been here before. Hell, had he ever left your grandmother’s side? You didn’t think so. It didn’t seem right.
The bell twinkled as you walked inside with a sneeze and a shiver. This was not a safe place. Only a thin layer of glass covered the antique knife set on display, and there were rows upon rows of clothes to get lost in. You had to be on your guard here. With that in mind, you grabbed the nearest basket and brought König over to the largest size of clothing you could find.
“You can’t go out in fall like that,” you muttered. You shook your head and dropped your hands to your side, limp and vapid. You took in a deep breath before turning to König.
“Let’s get you some clothes,” you offered, “it’ll be safer for you that way.”
König stood still. You felt so terribly small compared to this giant man, but you had to be brave. You had to be strong. So thus, you threw a few large shirts into the plastic basket, followed by a couple of pairs of pants, a jacket or two, and some socks and boxers. It was hard to find things in König’s size, but you were happy when you looked at your basket. But it wasn’t enough. You looked at König’s feet and frowned. You’d need to do something about that. How his feet weren’t already frostbitten was a wonder.
You guided König over to the shoe section and glared at the unimpressive selection of footwear. The best you could find was either a pair of red crocs, pink wellingtons, or a very heavy set of workboots. Crocs and wellingtons wouldn’t be enough to insulate König’s feet in the cold, nor would they look professional in a cafe. With a sigh, you bought the roughened work boots. You could imagine König taking these massive boots and using them to smash your head in. Shuddering, you came to the checkout and placed the clothing items on the counter. The cashier looked at you, and then followed the leash in your hand all the way up to König. She silently nodded and scanned the meagre selection you’d been able to gather. The steady beeping of items passing the scanner and being tucked into a bag was the last thing you cared about. You were far more worried about how König stood over you so hungrily.
You gulped and grabbed the bag quickly before hurrying out of the store, accidentally tugging on König’s leash along the way. You didn’t even notice how you were gasping for air once you burst out of the store. You sheepishly looked up at König. You grimaced and whispered a small apology before you turned ahead for the long walk home. You were careful to not tug on the leash anymore, or at least as much as you could be. König seemed like he was still adjusting to the new boots. You tried your best to hurry home, occasionally glancing up and startling whenever you’d lock eyes (or so you supposed, it was a bit hard to see his eyes under the muzzle).
You carefully led the man through the corridor of streets and houses. You’d lived her your entire life but you felt like you could ever really relax. You would jump at every car horn, you’d shudder when someone talked too loudly around you. You were terrified that your scent would attract someone wicked to your front door. You tried to move quickly to not let your scent really linger in any one area, but there was only so much you could do when you were forced into a coffee shop. As you neared the store, you tried to contain your urge to just book it and leave König behind in the dust.
It took ages to get to the cafe. The sun was about to duck beneath the horizon by the time you walked through the front door of your home. This small little coffee shop was probably the only place in the whole city that you could come close to calling home.You were here more than you were in your own room. If nothing else, at least you liked the coffee shop. Day and night, soothing music played through crackling speakers in the corners of the room. It was a nice, cozy cafe. This little shop had become your own little slice of paradise, and hell.
You were able to take in a deep breath, taking in the warm smell of spices and baked goods. Everything was quiet. All was right in the world.
You turned to König with a smile.
“Well, welcome home I guess,” your smile faltered as you looked at his blank mask.
You looked around the room and took it all in. Now that you had König, everything seemed different, but just the same. Now that König was here, you could have someone dust the rafters after work. Your dad was always harping on you to get it done, but even with a ladder you couldn’t possibly reach. You tried to explain that you were an omega, and omega O at that, but your father wouldn’t have it. He swore up and down about it, but there was nothing he could do to change your biology.
You were looking at the rafters when you heard a series of thuds coming from behind you. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise as you turned to face the opening door.
Your father looked König up and down with a frown. He ran one hand through his full beard and looked at you.
“What’s this?” he asked gruffly.
“I got König from the train station sir,” you offered hopefully.
Your father glared at the bags in your hands.
“I got him some clothes,” you explained nervously, “I just thought he needed to look presentable for the cafe.
Your father narrowed his beady eyes, but he gave you a curt nod.
“Good thinking,” he grumbled, “but still, the money comes out of your paycheck. König’s your responsibility, not mine.”
You nodded shakily as your father made his was across the floor to stand in front of König. He glared at the mask before turning to you.
“What’s with this?” he raised a meaty hand to König’s mask.
“I didn’t put it on,” you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at König, “I think they put it on him when they were transporting him.”
Your father slipped a hand into his back pocket and gave König a once-over.
“Whelp, he’d better do his job,” your father shrugged, “I’ve had it up to here with those sick fucks coming into the cafe.”
You nodded along. For once, you couldn’t agree more with your dad. Ever since you’d presented your tertiary gender, you hadn’t had a day of peace. Everyone seemed like they wanted a piece of a newly presented omega O. It was just unfortunate that you were on the receiving end of it all.
Your dad reached up and grabbed König’s chin, turning him side to side before plucking at hsi shirt with a grunt.
“Is something wrong?” you asked as you watched your father unclip König’s leash.
“He just seems… Different,” your dad muttered, “smaller. Did they do something to him? He looks like a scrawny wimp now. You sure he can manage to take care of you?”
“I mean, I think he must’ve lost a little weight after grandma died,” you offered, “König was always really close to her.”
“Too close, if you ask me,” your father added as he stepped back. He put his fists on his hips with a frown. “You’d better go get him settled in. You’re both up early tomorrow. And König,” your father’s eyes narrowed to mean slits, “don’t fuck this up.”
König gave him the slightest nod, but it was enough to satisfy your father.
“You go get your room ready, alright?” your father started up the stairs as you squeaked.
“My room? Isn’t König getting his own room?” you asked.
“What?” your father cast you a glare over your shoulder, “and put him where? There’s no more space.”
“But don’t we have the spare-”
“No.”
You watched silently as your father plodded back up the stairs. He slowly trudged up and out of view, leaving you alone with the buz of the heater and the smell of burnt coffee beans.
“So, that’s my dad,” you said, shuddering and turning around to look at König, “I guess he hasn’t really changed much since you last saw him.”
You looked up at König and frowned. You couldn’t really see much in this lighting. Maybe tomorrow you’d get König to change a couple of the lightbulbs. With the thought in mind, you fumbled around in the dark to follow your father up the stairs, only stopping briefly to flick the lights off once you reached the top.
You slowly made your way past your father’s room and to the kitchen. You looked at König and then at the fridge.
“Do you want something to eat?” you asked.
König stared at you blankly.
You nodded and turned ahead to your room, “I’ll get us something later then.”
You made your way to your bedroom without another word. Once inside, you glanced around the cramped room before looking back at König.
“Do you want to sit down?” you asked softly. “It’s okay to sit. I know you’ve been on your feet all day.”
König didn’t look at you. You didn’t think he even heard you until he lowered himself to lightly perch on the very end of your tiny bed. You glanced at your bed, and then at König.
Without another word, you carefully pulled out a file from under your jacket and flipped it open. The first pages seemed to be detailed notes of König’s body. From the looks of it, König was only about five years older than you. With the way he looked, you’d thought he was at least a decade older than that. You glanced at the next set of stats. At the very top it listed König’s height, a startling six foot ten that completely dwarfed you’s meager frame. You looked down at your twin size mattress again. It wasn’t like König could sleep on the floor. You could, but you didn’t want to do any more damage to your already aching back. This room was crammed as tightly as it could be. The wardrobe at the foot of your bed only had just enough room to open enough to squeeze into the drawers and the table and chair to the left of your bed served a dual purpose of being both a desk and a nightstand. It was so packed in that you couldn’t imagine where König could possibly fit in.
You looked around and bit your lip. The ground was cold and hard. You internally cursed your father for not just setting up a cot in the stockroom at the very least, but it was of no use. You figured you’d just have to get used to König very, very, quickly.
You turned to said man, and stared at his heavy mask. “Hey, um, I’m going to take that off, ok?” you said and stood to face König.
You leaned in and tried to undo the fiddly clasps. There were so many hooks and rings and clasps and buckles; it was ridiculous. How did they even put this on in the first place? Why did they put it on? König had never been muzzled by your grandmother, even though he was an alpha. You never understood how brave she was, but you admired it anyways. If König could be good with your grandmother, then maybe you could trust him without a muzzle too. You let out a little harrumph and crawled onto the bed behind König to continue. God, it was complicated even from this angle! You shook your head and continued using your nimble fingers to undo the straps, wincing as you saw the red imprints they left behind. You finally managed to make a breakthrough and returned back to standing in front of König.
“Nearly there!” you chirped and continued to fiddle away. You cursed under your breath when you accidentally made a strap tighter and hurriedly undid it with a muttered apology. You had no idea why they would have this on so tight. Something wasn’t right about this.
You gave a final yank and winced when the final buckle was undone. The mask was now splayed open like a pair of perverse butterfly wings, still was held firmly in place. Your face slowly dropped in horror. There’s no way… That would just be too much…
“Did they… Did they glue this on?” you whispered, but König shook his head ever so slightly. He hesitantly raised a weathered hand and gestured at his jaw underneath the mask.
You were a bit confused and looked under his jaw. You could really barely see what you were doing in this light. You gingerly traced your fingers along his neck but didn’t feel much besides a greasy beard and tough skin. You pulled back and hummed. You were so confused. What was König trying to tell you? You gripped the mask firmly and pulled hard. König was wrenched forwards but pulled back on the post beside him. You put a foot up on the bed to pull back harder, and grunted with effort. Why was this mask on so fucking tight?
You let out another grunt but stopped when König let out a low, growling moan. “Shit, right. Sorry König,” you whispered and stepped back. You put a finger on your chin and hummed again. “What the fuck is keeping that thing on if it isn’t glue?” you paled, “Oh my God do they stitch it in place?”
König shook his head, again gesturing to his jaw. You clucked your tongue and checked König’s jaw again. You looked closer, closer and closer until you gasped. You saw a small set of straps firmly embedded in König’s jaw. A thin line of blood was flowing out from when you’d pulled on the mask.
“Your jaw… You can’t even open your mouth with this on, can you,” you whispered and König bobbed his head, jabbing the straps in further.
You turned to rummage through your shelves for a bit. You grinned when you came across a pair of scissors and turned back to König.
“I’m gonna be as gentle as I can be here,” you whispered and carefully moved the scissors under the strap.
König tensed, but he held still as you managed to snip the strap off. You carefully tugged the barb out of König’s jaw, hissing as it kept coming out. In total, you estimated the barb to be at least an inch long. You shuddered at the sight.
König shuffled and leaned his face to the other side so that you could get a good view in the yellow-orange light. It was easier the second time, but you still winced as you pulled the barb out of his jaw. You’d have to get the medicine kit in the bathroom after this for sure.
Despite the resistance, the straps in König’s jaw were now off and the barbs were out. Evidently, this was some primitive way to force König’s jaw tightly shut. yYu supposed König wasn’t meant to have the barbs so deeply buried in, but you had a stronger feeling that König didn’t give a damn. The fact that he hadn’t even winced once through the entire walk home blew your mind.
With König’s jaw now able to open up, you were finally able to pull the mask free. You pulled it down, and stared in horror at what was inside the mask. Right where König’s mouth would be was a short metal pipe. The inside was caked with what looked like mouldy food. Even from at arm’s reach you gagged at the smell. You rushed to the bathroom and rinsed it out, feeling more than a bit sick as you pushed your fingers down the pipe to get all the gunk out
You held the mask in your hands and shook your head. After a minute, you looked up in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes looked puffy. When you touched them, they felt wet and sore. At some point you must’ve been crying. When did you do that? You looked down at the mask in your hands. Slowly, ever so slowly, you raised the mask up until it covered your face. In the mirror, you looked like a monster. You looked so frightening that it was hard to remember that there was a human under all of it. You stared in the mirror, debating if there really was a person under the mask after all.
Hey Guys! I wanted to give you guys a sneak peek at what I'm currently working on.
This will be a Poly Relationship with a Female reader, which will include our top soldiers Ghost, Konig, and Keegan. It is also 18+ (This means Minors and Ageless blogs DNI) as there will be sexual themes later on but here's a snippet of what I have so far! This will be a Modern Omegaverse Dystopia, and I will be more than happy to answer any questions on this upcoming AU.
"God, if I knew how much of a handful you were, I never would have fucking agreed to this." The hurtful words spewed out of Keegan's mouth before Ghost or Konig could stop him. Those words made you bristle, your teeth clenching before slowly turning back to face the 3 significant alphas sitting in the living room. "Oh, you think you're angry because you agreed to mate with someone you don't know? How do you think I feel, being forced into a contract with not just one but THREE alphas I've never met!" Tears began to collect in your eyes as you tried to keep your gaze on Keegan.
"At least you had a choice! How did it go for me? I was forced out of the only home I ever knew, only to be paired with three alphas, who, mind you appear to have NO experience being around an Omega whatsoever! Only to be locked on their knots and treated like a goddamn broodmare for the rest of my life."
Tears began to run down your cheeks as your throat tightened, beginning to choke your words. "I wanted to live a normal life just like everyone else on this godforsaken planet, but no, I was told to sit down, shut up and be a 'Good lil' Omega'" Those words alone made your skin crawl; and it seemed your alphas shared the same sentiment. Konig's gaze dropped to the floor before shifting his body away from you, his scent becoming sour. The tension in the room continued to increase as your rant began its downhill slide.
"The only person here that's made me somewhat comfortable in this fucking house is Konig; you and Ghost have given me NOTHING. You've done nothing but criticize everything I've done since I got here, and you dare to say that YOU'RE angry over this arrangement?" A growl brewed in your throat. If your dam heard you right now, she'd die on the spot, saying it was Un-Omegalike. None of the alphas could meet your tearful stare; not even the battle-hardened Ghost could look at you. It only solidified that these alphas, ones you were supposed to bond with, didn't fully understand how you felt during this rough change.
You couldn't stand to be around them anymore; the need to return to your room, to your nest, was steadily becoming overwhelming. Swiftly turning on your heel, you began to leave the living room. The alpha's head snapped back to your frame as you walked away. The skull-faced alpha took a step past Keegan. "Love wai-." As you spun around to face him, your speed was near enough to snap anyone's neck. "Don't. You. Dare. Say that. After everything, you don't get to call me that; I can't fucking be in here with any of you right now. Just leave me alone" The snarl left your lips was deadly. Clearly stating, 'Leave me alone.'
The air was stagnant once you turned around and left. The Alphas soon looked at one another. No words were shared between them, but they were all in the same thought process.
