#Apex König

[ghostlythunderbird]

Can we get some more Omega-Verse HC with König and his mate?

maybe how they first met? Idk, I just really crave some more omega verse stuff with him.

love your work! <3

Omegaverse ~ König and how he met his mate

OMG wow my first ever ask! Ngl this has inspired me to write one for each of the boys, but Anon this one is for you! Hope you and everyone enjoy and once again a special thanks to @l-lend and @kelpiesummer for throwing ideas at me XD.

Now both your and Konig’s first meeting is the farthest thing from perfect, and remember when I said you literally barged into his life? I was being serious.

Now I’m just gonna say that you're secretly an Omega, but in order to get higher paying and government related jobs (cause that’s where the money is at) you cannot be anything less than a Beta. To safeguard your identity you have both high end scent patches and pill suppressants.

And after making sure no one could tell what your true second gender was, you applied to become a part of a Rut Retrieval Team. Your assigned member? The Austrian Apex known as König. But what you didn’t know about this supposedly dangerous second gender, was that even the least sensitive apex could still pick up on what you were even with patches and suppressants.

Now your team are the only people who can handle him after he’s coming down after a rut, primarily because many think he would be extremely dangerous. So after being dispatched somewhere in Spain, your team finally finds him while he’s still both coming off his rut and the excessive amounts of adrenaline. He was showing signs that he didn’t really want the team there but made no moves to act.

But when someone reached for him, he grabbed the much smaller beta male and practically threw him before attempting to pummel the poor guy. And in order to protect your teammate, you barrel into the apex and attempt to wrap your arms around his neck to make him stop. One main way to calm down an apex would be with a heavily scented pad that had an omegas heat scent doused into it. But before you could apply it, he grabbed your wrist and pressed his nose to your covered scent gland instead before quickly letting go.

The scent that washed over him was much stronger than could have ever been on the cloth, but once he realized there was a scent patch there he dropped your wrist like it practically burned him. You both didn’t move after that but your gazes were locked almost like a trance.

Thankfully your team didn’t catch this interaction between the two of you, as they were more focused on the beta on the ground. But once they see how he’s decently calm, they begin moving him to evac to get him back to the KorTac base. Your team didn’t desire to be anywhere near him after his earlier display so you end up being voluntold to secure him while your team is on security outside the helicopter.

König hadn’t said anything during the duration of his retrieval, he was completely silent but all he did was just keep a watchful gaze as you strapped him in. His gaze wasn’t broken until you had brought that dreaded muzzle into his view, he zeroed in on it and without a single thought he had asked “Your an Omega aren’t you?”. To König it was more of a shot in the dark, and wasn't fully expecting you to answer him.

It wasn’t until he had looked up and froze, your eyes were wide from under your mask; the fear was evident. Your grip on the muzzle tightened and the instinctive urge to get away from him was starting to take over. But before you could fully take a step back he had moved, yanking the muzzle from your grasp and had tightened it before you could blink. He had practically shrunk in on himself and made no move to look at you, even though it had no change on his height or mass for someone of his massive size. The poor guy didn’t want to scare you, and make him seem like the monster so many make him out to be.

It was odd to say the least. You had been told that Apexes were demanding and took whatever they wanted whenever. But this odd apex has only become more interesting to you in just a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he had looked in your direction and muttered a “Don’t worry your secret's safe with me, Ich verspreche es dir~.” That you had decided to try and get to know this enigma of a man much better. And you definitely never looked back after that chance encounter.

Translation : “Ich verspreche es dir” - I promise you (sorry if this is wrong, I’m using google translate because I’m an uneducated American XD)

Taglist: @l-lend, @kelpiesummer, @fatedeniedhope, @grizzersmamma

[cod-sins]

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

I have had multiple different blogs who have reblogged or made rape fics (aka noncon/dubcon) and I am telling y'all right fucking now DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG IF YOU DO THAT SHIT. The ones who are doing it are grown-ass adults. If yall know what it's like to have "minors DNI" plastered all over your blog and then have underage people still interact with you then you should know what that feels like for me to see assholes constantly break my DNI.

I'm doing this as a way to protect y'all and me. I have the ability to slightly go off the rails and I don't wanna do that because this isn't a discourse blog, it's my writing blog.

Now I don't care what your excuse is, I'm not tryna hear you justify it or debate with me. I just want you to not read or interact with my blog(s) as a whole. Ain't no writing in the world that's good enough to break someone's DNI and make them uncomfortable.

Thank you and goodnight.

[videogamesimper]

here i am again, making a desperate blog to write fanfic for silly lil video game characters 🤥

i’ll mainly be writing for COD characters and Apex Legends characters if anyone’s in the market for those fics still?

[n3ssier]

welcome to my page!! here's some request rules and a bit about me 💙💙

masterlist

*edited 05/02/2023*

hello! im ness, hoping to be a fanfic writer in the r6 and cod community on here!! any support would be very much appreciated, im also tryna look for mutuals rn to make some friends 🙂🙂

-requests-

1. i'll write for pretty much any r6 character, a some cod mw2 ones too (könig, soap, ghost) !

2. if my requests are open, then there is no limit to how many characters you request or how many you send in!!

3. my quality may not be best but i'll get better the more i write :))

4. i'll write fluff, headcanons, sfw alphabet, and pairing ya with characters

5. sorry but won't do any type of incest, rape, cnc, angsty endings, smut, or anything related to suicide, hope you can understand!

[anotherrpfinder]

🌄Hey!🌄

I'm [Minor, Any pronouns] looking for someone aged between 15-17 who'd be interested in writing as Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016), Spiderman 2099 (Miguel O'hara), Crypto - Octane (Apex Legends), König - Simon Riley - John McTavish - John Price - Philip Graves - Alejandro Vargas (C.O.D) against an OC of mine!

In return, I could play a Cc you're interested in for an OC of yours if you so wish! All I ask is that you're able to write around 2-4 paragraphs to match me/my posts! We can RP here. All you need to do is like this post or comment under it, and I'll reach out!

✶

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI

Fem!Reader

breeding kink, somnophilia

König with a breeding kink, who wouldn't leave your pussy alone, determined to get you pregnant

who has an unquenchable thirst for your slick pretty pussy and a goal to create a family with you

he goes absolutely feral at the thought of your belly swollen with his child and your boobs big and round

he'd pound into your puffy pussy relentlessly day and night as you whine and beg him to stop (but not really), the aching overstimulation too much to bear

he's got you in mating press, fully caged beneath him and unable to squirm away as he fucks his fat cock into your sensitive abused cunt

and he fills up your fertile womb, shooting rope after rope of hot potent cum inside you, but he's not done with you yet

he turns you over on your stomach and shoves your face into the pillow, slipping his once again hardened cock into your drooling cunt from behind and fucking you like an animal in heat

now he’s not one to ignore your needs, but he'd be too lost in the moment to care as he chases his own high, his mind set on filling you up really nice and making you a mom

it's just a bonus that he makes you cum every single time, getting to hear your pretty moans of his name sends him right to the apex

and he'd replenish your womb once again, staying inside you all throughout the night, his cock acting as a plug so it would take

and even when you're fast asleep in his arms, his hunger doesn't go away. in fact, it only grows stronger

he turns you on your side and spreads your plushy thighs apart and settles between them, slipping his throbbing cock inside your warm cunt with a shaky sigh

and you slowly stir awake from the wide stretch stinging a bit, his thick veiny cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls

you breathily call out to him, the fog in your brain gradually lifting off and pleasure replacing the ache between your legs

"shh, schatz! let me feel you please!" he coos into your ear while splitting you open on his meaty cock from behind and cupping and massaging the soft flesh of your boobs

and when you finally do get pregnant, he's over the moon and gets overprotective and even more touchy (as if he already wasn't)

pregnancy sex is a must! you're just so beautiful and irresistible with your swollen tummy and your round plush boobs

of course he'd be more careful with you in that state, but still manages to satisfy both his and your needs which are through the roof due to the hormones

[diejager]

hear me out tho. PervKönig with with thick thigh female reader who applies lotion on her thick thick thighs after a shower??

Lotion Cw: Pervy!König, lotion on thighs?, erotic fantasy, tell me if I missed any.

Fortunately - or unfortunately in some situation - he has self-control, able to hold himself back from re-enacting his fantasies or to push his needs onto you. The hunger that festered in the pit of his stomach, an unbearring heat at the apex of his thighs, beating with an erratic pulse and growing in restlessness. König has to push back the hanging reminder that he was hard, pressed against his sweatpants with a leaky tip.

He can only hope that you won’t catch the slight tent in his pants while his hands were busy, working the soft smelling lotion of your supple thighs. The pudgy fat of your thighs so tender under his callouses fingers, skin rolling if he pressed on it, lathering the white cream over your skin. You were so soft, so pliant and so loving, letting him inch his fingers closer to the edge of your shorts, tights and squeezing your upper thigh and your crotch.

He had to bite his cheek when you let out soft moans when he reached your inner thigh, folding your round skin and bending your knee to reach under your leg before he reached down. From the apex of your leg down to your ankle, his fingers twisting and curling around your toes, between and under. You curled your toes, giggling at the ticklish sensation of his fingers, it made him smile softly, scarred lips stretching thinly.

His eyes roamed over your glistening legs, the lotion making it gleam under the bathroom light, where he had his hands on. He bowed down, lips kissing your foot, tender and loving. He heard your surprised hum, but didn’t react to your sweet sound, his mouth trailing kisses up to your knee, eyes gazing into you own, cool eyes swirling with heat.

He loved how supple your thighs were, how soft and pliant it was, it drove him wild with need. He wanted to push you down on the couch right down the hallway, and fuck them, to rut his leaky cock between them. He wondered if you’d be disgusted if you knew your roommate wanted to paint your thighs white with cum, to massage your skin with his load rather than lotion, smelling salty and tasting tangy - smelling and tasting of him - after a shower.

König might have to add this fantasy to his bucket list, to act out when you fell asleep. He only hoped you wouldn’t mind.

Tag list: @hiraya1802 @tess0288 @elichisstuff @emodanoriddler @kenz-ee @bunnyclaire @akenosimp167 @death8match @yourliebling @allicsirp00 @cross-axis @hereforhotbitches @delulu4ghost @monster-in-paradise @nordicvsp @madi0987 @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover @distracteddragoness @vxnilla-hxrddrugs @konigsblog @havoc973 @223princess

[gremlingottoosilly]

Hiii. I was wondering if we could get a naturally clingy reader x Mafia!König? Like maybe she has abandonment issues but she's really sweet and a little naive and just doesn't want König to leave her like everyone else did in her life (König killed them all or made them leave. No one is good enough for his little liebeling except him)

Konig and his sweet lapdog. Or, maybe, a cute clingy kitten, liking to sit on his lap during important meetings, just so the sight of your pretty face and naive expression would throw everyone off his tracks. Naivety is a rare treasure in his world - anyone who is dumb enough to show genuine affection is already dead, and anyone who is even dumber to consider being soft and open in front of the apex predators of the criminal underbelly, might as well be dead...but Konig refuses to just let go of you. Refuses to let his pretty wife be thrown out to the wolves and eaten alive. God, you're going to be the death of him one day, with the way you're able to provoke him into being the most pathetic and down bad fool. No one is good enough for his kleine Engel, and this is exactly why he killed every last one of your "friends". They weren't good enough - they wouldn't show you with gifts, they wouldn't get you on the luxurious trips, they wouldn't stare at your sleeping form at night and appreciate that a goddess like you even considered being in the same room as them. Surely, Konig's silent staring and terrifying affection is bound to scare a pretty thing like you, but you're way too desperate for any sort of love. Konig made sure to send the remains of your family a gift basket before killing them - he has them to thank for such a pretty wife they traumatized so she would be able to love him unconditionally. God, he fucking adores you. Needs you on his lap at all times or else he will kill someone. You let him fuck you as rough as he wants, without having to listen to your little whines and cries - you're too clingy, too terrified of him leaving, and so you let him manhandle you to the table, forcing his cock in your sweet, wet hole. Konig is clingy, too - maybe he is also traumatized by his parents, maybe it's his general standoffish-ness never letting him have enough human connections, but the guy is trying his fucking best to be as close to you as possible at all times. Even if that means making you cockwarm him during boring meetings and clean up his guns with your pretty, whiny mouth.

[bunnywritesjunk]

My King

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 get a call from your mother regarding your match. You are nervous to meet them, but they turn out to be a pleasant surprise.

Pairing: König x Fem Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Never use this abbreviation without the slashes it is an indigenous slur) 18+ MDNI (no others for this chapter)

Word count: 4.1k (damn thats a lot for me)

Genre: Mostly Fluff a little angst here and there.

A/n: Yo Yo Yo whatup. New fic dropping. This one is black/poc coded but anyone can read. I haven't seen any poc coded cod fics just yet (if you know any send them my way). If you do not like Omegaverse fics please do not read. Also I tried making a cute little mood board, i think it sucks but I tried my best. Konig art credit. (I couldn't find the art credit for the girl). König and reader are neurospicy. I got inspired to do an Apex Alpha König from @ghostlythunderbird go give them some love please. Also this is kinda what I imagine him looking like.

Next Chapter

Chapter One:

His back ached as he climbed the few steps to his door. The passage back to his home was uncomfortable. All König wanted to do with collapse on his bed. The duplex he resided in was decent, the little old woman who rented it to him was very sweet. König had a hard time getting anyone to rent to him. His status as an Apex alpha was concerning for most people. They believed him to be violent and inconsiderate. His landlord is an omega that lives with her alpha mate. König managed to convince her. She thought he was sweet and kind. He opened the foyer door that lead to both apartments. He glanced at the mailbox, wondering if he should wait until morning. Begrudgingly, he took out the small mailbox key and fiddled the metal box open. He grabbed the plethora of mail and closed the box gently. The box was filled up quite a bit as he had not been home in a couple of weeks. 

Heading up the stairs he filed through the mail. Most were junk coupons and magazines, some were credit card sign-up letters. One envelope caught his eye. It had no company name just a large white manila envelope addressed to him. He opened his door and stepped inside placing the mail and his belongings on his couch. He ripped open the envelope and took out a thin book. It had the circular logo of the AOMO, the Alpha Omega Match organization. 

König started at the cover his heartbeat sped up the longer he thought about it. He signed up for the program after a particularly hard mission he had in KorTac. He left and joined the 141 and decided he wanted an omega. A lot of the men in the 141 had partners they could come home to. König wanted that. Most people were too afraid to be in a committed relationship with him. König often settled for one-night stands with betas but it left him feeling empty. He opened the packet to the first page.

'Congratulations!' The first word read. His heart beat harder the more he read. 

'We have found you a match!' König's heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. 

'In the plastic wrap, we've provided a fresh scent sample from your potential match. If you like the scent of your match, please send us a scent sample from you as soon as possible.' 

König gripped the packet and leaned over the table, putting his weight on the table. He took a deep breath, he felt a mix of fear and excitement. When he signed up he was not hopeful for a match. He assumed his situation was too complicated for them. He flipped through the packet before reading the rest searching for the scent sample. A plastic bag fell out onto the table. It was sealed and had a verification sticker assuring its authenticity. König picked up the bag carefully. It had a square of white fabric inside it. He took his hood off before opening the bag gingerly. The scent instantly made his knees weak. This Omega had a warm and spicy scent. Coconut and sugary vanilla with hints of sandalwood. König stuffed his nose into the bag inhaling the deep rich smell of this Omega. 

König sealed the scent sample wanting to savor it. He opened the packet back up to the first page. It said once he mailed his scent sample and was approved by his match, they would arrange a meeting with him and his match. There was more information about this Omega and their family along with the reasoning for them picking them. They informed him that this omega was a twenty-six-year-old female. Her father is also an Apex Alpha, he is retired American military. They did not provide a picture of any matches because they wanted the connection to be based on instinct rather than looks. Her mother is an Omega that works as a teacher. There is not much else about the Omega but, König is hopeful. He reads the instructions to send his scent sample. They provided a kit with a form envelope, a small square of fabric, and a plastic bag, almost identical to the one he received from his match. 

'Wash your hands, and rinse any dirt off of your scent glands.'

'Then remove the fabric from the plastic.'

'Rub the fabric on your clean scent glands for 20-25 minutes.'

'Seal the fabric thoroughly in the bag provided .'

He shed his vest and protective gear, the last thing he wanted was for her to smell dust and gunpowder on him. König tried to quell his excitement as he followed the directions. Rushing to his bathroom and then back to his dining room. The fabric square was slightly smaller than his palm. He cupped the crook of his neck, sandwiching the fabric between his hand and his neck. He rubbed gently filling it with his scent. He read the rest of the packet as he rubbed. The rest was mostly semantics about the company and its policies. He combed it a few more times trying to memorize every piece of information about his Omega. 

König smiled gently, he shouldn't think of her as his yet. She smelled so good, too good for him. He smelled the cloth every once in a while to ensure his scent was potent enough. When he was done he placed it in the bag and sealed it. He filled out the form and packed the pre-paid envelope neatly. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment to go to the mail drop-off on the corner of the block. He needed to send it today, he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't. He walked back to his apartment having long forgotten about his back pain. 

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You looked at the list on your phone pushing your shopping cart. Buying the week's groceries had fallen to you this time as your mother was dealing with state testing for her students and your dad was on a hunting trip. You maneuvered the isles expertly collecting the items on your list. As well as some extra sweet snacks you like to indulge in much to our mother's chagrin. You were about to put a pack of Oreos in the cart when your mom called.

“Hello?” You answered but all you can hear was excited screeching. You held the phone away from your ear until she quieted down. 

“He accepted you!!!” She screamed. 

“What? Mom, you're too loud.” 

“The match company! The match they picked liked your scent.” She giggled. 

You were slightly stunned. Your parents signed you up for the AOMO when you were eighteen. You weren't that on board with it but you let them. You know they only want the best for you. You kept sending scent samples every year but they never got back to you about anything. Now, six years later they show up with a match for you. 

“I just got the call, they're sending a scent sample for you right now it's gonna get here in a few days.” 

“Wow...” That was all you managed to say. 

“Now I know this wasn't your ideal way to meet someone, but just please be open-minded sweetheart.” 

You sighed. “I will. I'm finishing up at the grocery and I'll head home.”

“Alright, I'm gonna be home soon too, bye sweetie.” 

You hung up the phone and stood in the aisle. You placed the pack of Oreos in the cart and moved to get the rest of the items before checking out. 

When you arrived home your mother was there waiting. She squealed and hugged you before helping you take the grocery bags inside. 

“I am so excited for you! I have heard so many good things about the AOMO. I bet whoever they picked is gonna be great.”

“Let's hope.” You say. 

The next few days went by quickly. You dove into writing your next few chapters to take your mind off of the match. The sequel to your best-selling fantasy novel was underway. Your days consisted of writing, planning, engaging with fans, and talking to your editor. You typed out the outline for the next few chapters when you heard a knock. 

“Come in.” You said. 

Your mother walked in holding a large envelope. “Guess what came today?” She said excitedly. 

 Your heart thumped with anxiety. She placed the envelope on your desk.

“I’ll leave you to it, let me know if you like them.” She sauntered out of the room happily. 

You picked up the envelope and opened it pulling out a packet of information. You flipped to the first page. 

‘Congratulations!’ It read. 

‘The match we have chosen for you wants to meet you. Once you contact us with your acceptance of their scent, we will arrange for them to meet you and your family with the chaperone of one AOMO agents to facilitate. The two of you will go on a date and get to know each other before deciding whether to move forward. If you do not accept the scent, we will put you back in our database to be matched with someone else.’ 

In the middle of the pages, there was a plastic bag with a white cloth in it. You picked it up and sighed. You doubted you would like the scent. Most alphas were off-putting to you, either way too strong of a scent of they smelled like dishwater. You opened the bag casually and took a whiff. Your inner Omega preened at the musk that erupted from the bag. 

“Oh my…” You inhaled deeply. 

This Alpha…smelled good? He smelled like chocolate and dark roast espresso. There were some hints of fresh baked bread and cinnamon. You caught yourself before you got lost in his scent. You sealed the bag up and took a breath. Maybe, this would be a good experience for you. You scanned through the rest of the information looking over what little they provide about this Alpha. He is a male Alpha, non-American but they did not specify what country. The only other thing they said about him was that his demeanor was shy and that he is military. The instructions said to call the number if you wanted to meet him. You reached for your phone a little too eagerly and dialed the number. A woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, you’ve reached the Alpha Omega Match organization how may I help you?”

“Hi, um I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail, and I want to meet him.” You said awkwardly.

“What’s your name and date of birth?” You told her, nervously. 

“Please hold while I transfer you.” 

The light piano hold music came on, you fidgeted with your sleeve. 

“This is Kara, how may I help you?”

“Oh hi, I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail and I would like to meet him.”

“Alright, let me get your file from reception she’s sending it right now…Ah got it. Oooh ok great I am your agent that will be facilitating this meeting. Your parents will want to meet him yes?”

“Definitely.”

“Ok so, what we will do is you and your parents will meet me at a public space of your choice then. I will bring you to meet the Alpha first, then your parents. We like to keep parent meetings brief as they tend to try and challenge the Alpha. I will have you know, this Alpha is an Apex like your dad. That is one of the reasons we chose you as his match, you have experience with an Apex. Will you be comfortable with all that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Your head was reeling from all this information. Great, I see you guys are in New York City which is one of my favorite places to visit. Do you have anywhere in mind to meet?” 

“Um, we could do the Highline, there’s food, and it's pretty.” 

“Oh, that’s a great idea let me write it down here. How does September ninth at noon sound to you? A weekday so there are not too many people.” 

Your heart jumped, that’s in two days.

“Uh, sure.” 

“Alright, I will send you a follow-up email regarding our plans all you need to do is confirm. Your match will be notified, and his flight will be booked as soon as we receive confirmation. Do you have any other questions?” 

“No not at the moment.” 

“Ok, don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any concerns. I will see you in a few days.” 

“Bye.” 

You put your phone on your desk and walked out of your room. Your mother was standing a few feet away from your door. When she noticed you, her face lit up.

“So? How was the scent? Are you meeting them?” 

You smiled and nodded “Yup, in two days.” 

She squealed and captured you in a bone-crushing hug.

“I can’t wait! Let’s go tell your father!” She practically ran down the hall. 

You walked to your living room where your otherwise stoic-looking dad was watching TV. 

“Tell us about them, sweetheart.” Your mother said. Your dad turned the volume on the TV down and looked at you expectantly.

“Well, I don’t know much but, I know he’s not American and that he might be shy…He smells good.” 

“That’s important, I hope you wouldn’t pick someone who smells like shit.” Your dad chimed in. 

“He’s also military, and an Apex.” You added quickly. 

Your mother gasped quietly, and your father raised his eyebrows.

“Now that’s intriguing.” Your mom said smiling.

“You already booked a meeting with him?” Your dad asked. You nodded. 

“You should’ve asked me first.” He pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. 

“Well, he’s my match and I wanted to meet him.”

“Apex Alphas are dangerous. I would know.”

“Oh, please honey it’ll be fine.” Your mother ridiculed him.

“It’s my choice, Dad. You guys are the ones who signed up, I finally got a match, so I want to see it through. If it doesn’t work out, then I’ll call it off.”

Your father growled lowly. “Fine.”

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Your mother insisted to dress you in a cutesy outfit, so you let her have her moment. She dressed you in a dark floral dress that hugged your curves just right. She added dainty jewelry along with your protective collar. You didn’t usually wear it but again, she insisted. She did your hair half up half down. Your dad was waiting by the front door with your mom’s purse in hand. 

The train ride there was silent, your mother looked utterly content while your father was peeved about this whole situation. You arrived at the station and walked to the Highline. You got a text from Kara telling you what she looked like and where she was. She was wearing a dark blue pencil skirt and a white blouse. She stood up as you and your family approached. You stuck your hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you guys, come sit.” She said motioning to the bench she was on. 

Your father stayed standing while you and your mother took a seat next to her. 

“So, there are some things I want to go over with you all and then I’ll talk to you privately and do the official meeting ok?”

“He’s here?” You said in an almost panicked tone.

Kara chuckled. “He is here but I left him to wait somewhere out of sight for now.”

She continued. “His name is König, he was born in Austria. When we did his psyche and personality evaluations, we found that he has neurodivergent tendencies, like you. Our matches with people that have a similar way of communicating have gone well.”

“Wait, neurodivergent?” Your mom chimed in. 

“Yes, your daughter did show signs of some behavioral abnormalities, but she is high functioning.”

“I told you that Mom.” You say giving her a deadpan look. Your mother looked down and gave a small ‘hmm’. Kara continued. 

“He does struggle with social anxiety so please be patient with him. Other than that, he currently lives in Amsterdam, if you choose to go forward that is where you will live.”

Your dad finally spoke “Is Amsterdam safe for people like us?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh yes, Amsterdam has many people from different places and backgrounds. It is one of the most popular immigration and tourist countries, don’t worry.”

“Alright, how about you come with me, and we’ll get your meeting started.”

Kara led you away, you turned and did a small wave to your parents your mom smiled back at you warmly. 

“So, I will be in contact with you the whole time. If you want to go just say the word, I am never going to be more than a couple minutes away. Honestly, I don’t think you’ll have any issues with him.” 

She led you to a restaurant below the high line, it had indoor and outdoor seating. There were a lot of people laughing and drinking. Your heartbeat sped up as you scanned the crowd. The scent of food entered your nose. Everyone’s scent in the dining area mixed into an indescribable concoction. Among the borderline overwhelming smells, you got a hint of something familiar, espresso. 

You scanned the large room trying to pinpoint where it was coming from or if you were just imagining it. I dark figure near the corner of the room caught your eye. He looked way too large for the chair he was sitting in. He was looking down at his hands, dirty blonde hair covered his forehead. He was wearing a black cloth mask along with a form-fitting black shirt. As soon as you walked in he raised his head. You looked away pretending you weren't staring at him. Kara led you straight to his table.

“This is König.” She gestured to him. 

He stood up to shake your hand still keeping himself hunched at the waist to appear smaller. You shook his hand and smiled as you introduced yourself. He nodded and said a small 'hmm' to acknowledge you. 

“Alright, I'll be near. Have fun.” Kara left swiftly.

You sat down in the chair across from him as he did the same. A wave of anxiety came as you did, not knowing how to break the ice with him. You picked up the menu and scanned it.

“Did you order yet?” You ask.

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Well thank you, what looks good?” 

“The Steak frites look pretty good.” He glued his menu.

“I'm excited for dessert, they have chocolate cheesecake.”

He chuckled and it made your stomach flip.

“You like sweets?” He asked.

“Very much.” You smile at him. 

The waitress came over and asked if you wanted any drinks. König looked at you, waiting for you to order first. 

“I'll try the elderberry gin and tonic.” You said.

 Konig was about to order when the table next to us erupted in loud laughter. He jumped slightly before answering the waitress. 

“I'll get the house Lager.” He said. 

The waitress left to grab the drinks. The adjacent table was still very loud. The group of friends hollering and screaming obviously day drunk. Konig had his head slightly turned away from them in an attempt to lessen the noise. It was subtle but you could tell. You reached into your bag and brought out a pair of foldable headphones. You turned on the noise cancellation and gave them to him. He looked slightly confused. 

“Put them on.” You encourage him. 

When he did the noise muffled and the restaurant was much quieter. You could see the tension in his shoulders ease by the second. His scent sweetened

“Is that better? Can you hear me ok?” 

König swears he could've kissed you right then and there, but he settles on a nod. 

“Thank you, Leibe.” 

“No problem.”

The waitress came by with the drinks and asked if the two of you are ready to order entrees. You ordered the fish and König ordered the Steak. While you waited, you two had a pleasant small talk about his flight and how he is enjoying his visit. He hesitated to take off his mask at first so you focused on your menu to give him the space to be comfortable with you. You glanced up and took in his face. He was beautiful, he had scars on his face that added ruggedness to his chiseled features. König noticed your scent amplify as you gazed at him. His inner alpha pushed him to be closer, to know more about you.

“So, you're in the military?” 

He nods. “I work for a military contractor. Do you work?”

“Sort of, I'm an author so I work from home.”

“That is nice, are you published?” König was secretly very happy he'd get to have you at home all day. 

“Yes, I am. I'm working on my sequel right now. Do you like to read? Or, do you read in German?” 

He chuckled. “I have not had much time to read lately, but I will now.”

“Well, you have to buy my book of course.” You giggled. 

König nearly fell off his chair at the sound. This Omega was everything he wanted. He prayed to whatever god was up there that you felt something with him. By the time the food came you both fell into a comfortable rhythm. He asked about your childhood and hobbies. It was a change of pace, most Alphas are very self-centered, but he is putting effort into getting to know you. The food came out and you both ate. He offered bites of his food for you to try which you happily returned the favor. By the time you finished your food, you hadn't noticed how much time has gone by. Kara texted you to check-in. 

'Hey, so I saw things were going well so I let you guys talk for an hour and a half but, your parents are getting antsy. Are you guys ready to see your parents?' 

“Oh, Kara is asking if we're ready to see my parents.” 

König fiddled with his fork. “I'm ready.” 

He paid the bill and you both left the restaurant. You took in the full size of the Alpha you matched with. He was no less than a giant. He held the door for you but stopped before he walked through. 

“I forgot something, I'll be back.” He walked back into the restaurant. 

Kara walked up to you. “How did it go?” 

“I...really like him...”

“I know, that feeling is scary. I think you guys are a wonderful match.”

König came out holding a small to-go box. He handed it to you, you could tell he was smiling under his mask. 

“What's this?”

Inside the box was a slice of chocolate cheesecake and a fork.

“We forgot to order dessert.” 

You were stunned, you didn't think there could be Alphas that were so thoughtful. Your inner Omega soared, this Alpha was courting you so well. 

“Thank you, König, that's really sweet.” 

“Ah, here they are.” Kara said. 

Your parents walked up to the three of you. Your mother had a surprised but happy look on her face. Your father kept his deadpan face from earlier, not a good sign. 

“Wow, sweetheart you caught a big one!” Your mom chuckled. 

“Parents, this is König.” Kara said. 

Your mother introduced herself and your father as he stood there sizing up the taller Apex. 

“Alright, let's keep things brief parents do you have any questions for König?”

“Well, as long as she likes him I don't.” Your mother said. 

“Can you protect her?” Your dad asked putting some venom behind his words. 

“I would never let anything happen to her sir. You have my word.” König answered without hesitation. 

Your dad nodded and looked at you. “You like him?”

“...Yeah I do.” 

“Alright then, that's all that matters.” 

“Well, I think it's safe to say that the match is made. I will contact you for the next steps. Parents, let's let them say goodbye.” Kara led your parents away.

You turned to König. “Thank you for meeting with me, I had a really good time.” You saw a faint blush at the top of his mask. 

“I also had a good time, liebe.” 

“What does that mean?”

“Ah...it means love.” 

“Oh well...” You motioned for him to come bend down close to you.

When he got close enough you pecked his cheek. 

“I'll see you soon, love.” 

[ellaa-writes]

The Beast Withiń

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.

[ghostlythunderbird]

How would you feel about using your Apex Alpha Konig head cannons for a fic?

For you to use them? I wouldn’t mind, in fact I’d love to be tagged. Of course for anyone who is wanting to use the HCs I’ve written please feel free to ask!

[toshidou]

i sent this to cas but had to share it with the class <33

könig/ghost x afab!reader

tags // NSFW 18+, this was written with both of our favourite masked men in mind, so pick whoever you want, pussy eating, overstimulation, somnophilia, first time munchers könig and ghost <3

now, bear with me here. what if, because of the respective masks, they had never had the opportunity to eat someone out, preferring to stick to impersonal one off encounters that involve as little clothing removed as possible. until you.

when they finally get to a point where they feel comfortable enough to reveal themselves, to show you the barest bones of themselves, do they realise the new opportunity presented to them in the form of your spread legs.

it would start off hesitant, unsure, a little anxious to be so exposed along with the pressure of making you feel good despite being in completely unfamiliar territory. and yet, as soon as their lips make contact with your cunt, it's game over. frenzied is the only word that comes close to summarising it, devouring you like a man starved, as though the apex of your thighs were an oasis amidst a barren desert. he doesn't even notice the first time you cum against his tongue, nor the second.

It's only when he feels your thighs go limp around his head does he finally resurface for air, only to realise you've passed out, overstimulation leaving your unconscious body twitching. and he knows he should stop, should check on you, but your glistening cunt steals his attention away, and just like that, he’s sucking your clit into his mouth. Hours would pass by, brief moments of lucidity pulling you back to the surface to babble garbled words into your hand before you're out once again, left at the whim of the man between your legs.

[yeyinde]

Okay but you know who else i think has a breeding kink? König. I know hes secretly a freak deep down and loves to mark you up, what better way to mark you than to come inside you repeatedly until it takes.

sorry, op. this kinda inspired me. nsfw under the cut.

Imagine König coming home from a long mission, and seeing you asleep on his side of the bed, nearly suffocating yourself in his pillow. The top is a mess, a mosaic of his laundry you said you would wash for him before he left. It sits around you like a quilt. You're drowning in him. He peels back the covers and finds you're wearing nothing except this shirt—the one he trains in.

Your thighs are exposed. Shadows are cast on the apex of your legs where the hem is bunched up, one hand nestled between. The lingering scent of sex is palpable.

He rumbles low in his throat. You were touching yourself to the thought of him, his smell. It jars something deep and primal inside of him.

You would wake up to him pressing his blunt head against your core, pushing inside your gummy walls.

"Need you," he'd murmur, voice nearly a whine. One you can't find it in yourself to deny.

König would wreck you. Press you into the mattress until you were wrapped up and docile in his massive fold. His cock would batter against your womb with each thrust until you were dizzy, drunk off the way he split you apart on the end of his cock.

He'd whisper in your ear how good you will look fat and swollen with his child. Will, because he wasn't going to stop until his cum took root in the plug of your womb. Until you were growing by the day with his child.

His pretty wife, barely able to walk.

But you wouldn't need to. He'll keep you here, tucked into the shrine of him, until you were bursting with the essence of himself. Until a bundle of the two of you sat against your chest.

He goes a little feral with it: rapid-fire German hissed against your crown about how good you felt, how your pussy was begging for his release, womb hungry for his seed. He wouldn't stop until you were sobbing in his chest from the pleasure of it all, and filled to the brim with him. Fucked stupid on his fat cock, and eager for the fill of him, everything he says around like heaven.

König keeps you tucked in the mess of his shirts

(He'd make sure you were never lonely again.)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay but can we talk about how (besides turning on) it would be literally terrifying to have a 6'10 giant who is all muscle chase you around while being naked?? I imagine König getting this kinda 'look' when he wants to chase you, pupils blown out and eyes glazed over like a apex predator, his muscles moving and his cock giving small twitches bc it literally arouses him when you give him this doe-eyed, uneasy look :(

He's literally awful :/

Look, this is the rebel angel I associate him with. Didn't receive enough attention so now he's making it everyone's problem :(

He may look like a big lost puppy when you first meet him, but that's only what König wants you to think. That's the notorious boyish charm he uses to lure you in, and when he sees you're his to play with as he pleases, the look in those "take me home I'm hungry and cold" eyes turns into a predatory stare. There's nothing there except this unhinged need to hunt, and you finally get why he wears the mask at work because it's usually accompanied with a devilish grin, just before he makes a lunge at you 😰

... Imagine being chased around the apartment by a 250 pound naked man who says he's going to breed you like a bull if he catches you (he's already breathless from excitement)

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

141 + LV & König Cumming Too Quick

Warnings: swearing, cumming, smut

A/N: Based on a few requests, I just complied this into one. I hope that's okay!!😊🩷 ( I also have seen these posts circling around, and everyone's is so good😭)

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GIF by ghostslittlegf

Simon Ghost Riley-

It was late into the night when Simon tossed and turned restlessly in bed. He was beyond horny and couldn't help himself when his hands started to caress your body next to him.

You stirred awake, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you felt your husband's hands wandering your body.

"Love." He whispered as he softly ground his cock against your ass. "Need you."

You let out a sleepy moan before grabbing Simon's hand and laying it on your chest. Simon was never this needy, and his soft pleas sent heat straight to your core. "Please, Si."

He squeezed at the flesh of your breast before moving his other hand to pull down your panties. He ran his fingers along your folds, pleasantly surprised to find you already soaked for him. "Such a good girl."

He pulled down his own knickers and rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds, before pushing into you.

You cried out, leaning back into his chest more, your walls clenching around him. His hand flew to your hips, grasping at the flesh there.

"Fuck, love, please dont." Simon begged. Your walls were squeezing his cock too much and he could barely withhold his orgasm as it was.

"Si, you feel so good, please." You whined, clawing at your boyfriend.

He slowly started to move, cursing every so often as your walls kept clenching down on him, making it impossible for him to focus.

"Bloody fucking hell!" He cried out, unable to prolong his orgasm any longer, as his cock pulsed inside you. His head flew into the apex of your shoulder, biting into the skin as he cried out softly from his orgasm.

He pulled away slowly, his cheeks red from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, love."

You turned your head and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. You crawled over the top of him, not removing your lips from his, as your hand went to stroke his member.

"I'm flattered." You pulled away with a teasing grin. You were wide awake now and needy for him.

"C'mere." He pulled you back into him as he moved his hand to cup at your heat, his fingers toying with your clit. "Can't leave my princess left hanging, can I? Wouldn't be very gentleman like of me."

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Johnny Soap MacTavish-

Johnny was watching as you did your nightly stretches before bed, unable to control his cock from hardening in his pants at the sight. He'd had pent of frustration from work he hadn't been able to release in days, and watching you bending over was sending him over the edge.

"Lass. Come 'ere." He begged, reaching his arms out to you. "I need you, sweetheart."

You turned toward your boyfriend with a wolfish grin. "What do you need, baby?"

"You. Please I fucking need you." He whined, pulling his cock out of his shorts. He began to fist at his length lazily, and watched as you discarded your bottoms before crawling over on top of him.

You settled your hands on his chest, before sinking yourself down on his cock, both of you moaning in unison. You didn't let him adjust before you started fucking him eagerly.

"Babe, slow down, please." Johnny pleaded, his eyes flying open as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock, your pace not relenting. His hands flew up to your chest, and he began to pinch at your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you.

Johnny's head pushed back into the pillow behind him, and watched as you rode him. You looked ethereal on top of him, and he was trying desperately not to cum so soon.

"C-cant stop. Feels too good, Johnny. " Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gripped onto your boyfriend's outstretched arm. You continued your movements as you took one of his fingers in your mouth and began to suck on it feverishly.

Johnny, at that moment, lost all sense of himself as he grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and thrusted up into you before his orgasm ripped through him. His body collapsed back onto the bed, his hands still squeezing harshly at your flesh as his cock emptied its release inside you.

You kept with your movements, slowing down to milk his cock with your tight walls. Johnny pulled you off of him and laid you below him on the bed.

"You're a damn minx." He growled, nipping at your earlobe. "Sorry though, I feel like an arse."

You smiled at him as you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth. You kept your eyes locked with his as you started to move your hand toward your pussy, fingers beginning to shove his cum back inside you. "Make it up to me?"

It didn't take long before Johnny was cumming again.

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Alejandro-

"Shit, shit, shit. Mi amor, you're so tight." Alejandro cried out. His breathing was rapid as he struggled to prevent his orgasm from happening this early on.

The feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock, mixed with the faint moans coming from you had Alejandro's resolve crumbling quickly.

He always lasted awhile with you, but his most recent mission had kept him away from you for quite some time, and he was practically cumming in his pants when you'd accidentally grazed his cock when he'd gotten home.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your nails raking into his back, breaking the skin in some places. "Please Ale, harder."

Alejandro let out a breathy moan and rested his forehead against yours. "I'm trying, my love. You feel too good tonight."

You let out a soft whimper at his words, and Alejandro felt his control slipping through his fingers. He gave a few more thrusts, and his orgasm rippled through him as your walls clenched down on him once more. "FUCK!"

He began panting as his cock painted your walls white with his cum, and languidly moved in and out of your pussy as he rode out his high. "I'm so sorry, my love. I couldn't."

You let out a sweet giggle, pulling his mouth down to yours. "It's okay, Ale."

"Why don't we go take a shower, yeah? Let me take care of you in there." He whispered, peppering kisses to your face.

You gave a firm nod to him as he stopped you into his arms bridal style. "I love you, cariño."

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John Price-

John had been needy all day. You'd been on about a half dozen calls for work and weren't able to pay him any attention. It wasn't often he got overly needy like this, and when you got off your final work call, he came over to you, threw you on his shoulder and took you up to your shared room.

He made quick work of your clothes and was over top of you within seconds of entering the bedroom. He pulled your ass to him, getting on his knees to press a wet open mouth kiss to your pussy, using his saliva to lube the area for himself.

You moaned, throwing your head forward on the bed, before you felt the tip of John's cock at your entrance. He pushed himself in fully with one movement of his hips and groaned loudly as you instinctively clenched around him.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight. I'm not going to last long." His head lulled forward as he tried to compose himself.

Price was thrusting in and out of you slowly, unable to pick up his pace without fear of cumming to quick. He was usually a man of great stamina, but it'd been weeks since he's had you and weeks since he's been able to get off.

He gripped your hips tightly as he continued to languidly thrust into you. He felt he was able to pick up the pace ever so slightly, when all of a sudden your walls had clenched down on him, causing him to stop his movements altogether.

He landed a slap down on your ass as his face scrunched together, desperately focusing on not cumming. The impact of his hand on your ass caused you to lurch forward, sticking your ass up just a little bit higher, and Price lost it.

He gave a weak thrust, and his orgasm hit him hard. He leaned himself against you panting, as his cock released inside of you. "Fucking...shit."

He took a moment to regain his senses, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

You turned to look at him with a smile before flipping over to slide off the bed. John's hand on your wrist stopped you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get a towel to clean up?" You asked, perplexed.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart, get back on that bed, on all fours, now."

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Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle was beyond desperate. You'd been away on a business trip all weekend, and he had nothing to help himself other than his hand, which did little to satiate his needs. It was mere moments after you'd gotten through the door when he took you directly to the bedroom.

"Hun, I'm c-close." Kyle panted, his eyes closed in concentration.

"Already?" You teased, running your hands along the muscles in his back. You began pressing kisses along his chest, trailing them up to his sweet spot just below his ear, and bit the flesh there softly before running your tongue along it.

"Sh-shut it." He laughed, his brows furrowed together as he continued to thrust into you. You'd felt tighter than ever to him in that moment, and he was trying his best to focus on not coming, but the way your walls were clenching his cock made it impossible. "You feel so good, shit."

He felt the coil in his belly snap as his orgasm overcame him. His cock throbbed inside you, as he emptied himself within your walls. "Fuck, I'm so sorry."

You gave him a small chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "Glad to know I can help out."

"More than you know, baby." He smiled as he kissed your forehead. "Can I make it up to you?"

You gave a shy nod as he latched his lips to your neck. "Always so good to me, let me return the favor."

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König-

König sat with his knee bouncing rapidly on the couch. He'd just gotten home from a long mission and was beyond sexually frustrated. You were cooking dinner when he'd arrived and told him to sit patiently on the couch, but he was growing restless.

He abruptly stood up and made his way over to you, pulling you away from the food in front of you. "Maus... let me have you please. Can't wait any longer."

You turned and gave him a small smile. "Who am I to say no."

He immediately pushed you up against the counter, your ass pressing against his hardening cock. He ripped down your panties and discarded his own before he ran a finger along your folds, playing with your bundle of nerves. "So good to me, Schatz."

When he felt he prepped you enough, he was quick to fully sheath himself within your now sopping cunt. He let out a soft whine, as he already felt himself nearing his high. "Scheisse"

He started to thrust slowly, as he tried to concentrate on not cumming too quickly. He pulled himself out for just a moment to take a quick break, before ramming himself back into you, burying himself entirely within your velvety walls.

The squeak you had let out at his movement is what set him over the edge. He gave a soft cry as he convulsed against you, his cock spilling inside of you.

His eyes blinked open slowly, as he started to regain his senses. "Maus...I'm... I'm so sorry." His face was beat red, and he refused to look you in the eyes.

You turned at the smell of something burning and were quick to run to turn the oven off. "The food! Shit it's all burned now."

Königs eyes trailed you, and his eyes grew dark at the sight of his cum dripping down your leg. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your mouth against his. The kiss was bruising, a clash of tongue and teeth, and when he pulled away, a trail of your saliva followed.

"I'm hungry for something else, anyway." He said as he got to his knees in front of you. Holding your gaze, he began to run his tongue along your folds, cleaning up the mess he left behind. "Don't want to make a mess in here, now do we?"

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Rodolfo-

"Oh my...shit. Please, I'm trying not to cum quick lindo."

You began to bob your head a bit quicker, swirling your tongue around his tip, collecting the pooling precum there.

Rodolfos hands flew to your hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his hips began to buck wildly, effectively fucking your throat. You began to gag around his length, causing him to hiss out a groan.

He cried out as he snapped, unable to withholding his orgasm any longer. His load spilled into the back of your throat, while his grip on your hair tightened.

"Mierda." He panted, his grip loosening as he pulled himself away from you.

He nearly came again at the sight of your state. You had drool pooling your mouth, and your hair was a mess from him gripping it.

"I'm sorry, mi amor." He cupped your cheek softly, as a light pink dusted his cheeks. "I'm usually better than that."

"No need to apologize, Rudy. I take it as a compliment." You gave him a sweet smile before placing a kiss to his cheek.

You turned and started to make your way to the bathroom, and on your way you started to discard your clothes, leaving them in a trail on the floor behind you.

Rodolfos jaw opened at your gesture and was quick to follow you into the bathroom. What kind of lover would he be if he didn't make your kindness up to you?

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A/N: AHHH THIS IS TRASH🫠😭

[comfortless]

God könig and his only worshipper who doesn't try to get him more followers cause she wants all of his attention on her

another strange vaguely Greek/Roman au?! ^^ (also to your other message: no worries!! being too nice would make me lazy!) this prompt is like a reversal of this and i am here for it!

content/warnings: suggestive, König may or may not have killed some guy no big deal..!

It isn’t as if he bestows great blessings upon you or grants your deepest, most guarded wishes…

It’s just that he’s lovely in all forms: the very apex of some marbelesque, masculine statue made flesh. Warm to the touch and so very real and alive that it was difficult to focus on worshiping him proper when your very being sang for him.

He’s probably only some great god of war, Ares, but without the long list of lovers and offspring - only you. There was nothing that he could do to benefit you much, just a humble citizen that had no need of taking up a weapon…

Yet he was so heart achingly beautiful with the docile look in his eyes, the contrast to his stature that bore the look of a proper hunter, you could not keep yourself from returning to him.

All of the other men in the city pale in comparison to the god you pray to, nestled up in the foothills where you make your trek day by day to speak… knowing that nightly he comes to you in dreams with little glimpses of futures or pasts: the things you can not comprehend yet those in Olympus could parse together with such ease.

As his only worshiper, you are never apart for long.

He descends that mountain each time to meet with you in green meadows with the gentlest look in his eyes.

He has no temple in which to pray to… but, you’ve made a temple of your own within yourself all for him. He knows it, knows well when you pray at your feet and he sheepishly orders you to stop that, stand, face him, and he would lend you his mighty weapon any day if you would just ask for him to use it.

Your god deserves and army of men to fight and scramble for his favor, a harem of women to tend to his needs… but the thought alone is enough to leave bitterness on your tongue.

You don’t want to share him, only savor the honeyed words and touches between the two of you, never muddy what is sacred with another’s prayers or offerings.

… Are yours not already enough?

You only find out that they most certainly are the day a suitor begins his arrogant courtship and… within that very hour he is no longer. A stray spear from the pit pierced right through him…? What a strange way to go out. You don’t even think to question it until you find yourself meandering through soft grass for your meeting with König.

He’s a warrior, too, he should know the intricacies of how a weapon that heavy might rise up on the wind just to strike some poor, silly man down before he could even take your hand and lie with you.

You tell him of this odd occurrence whilst you whittle away at a tiny carving of him with a paring knife, König sat just adjacent to you.

First, he tells you that a blade meant for herbs and vegetables is no good for wood. The dull blade is pried from your hands with ease and tossed aside into the foliage surrounding you both. No need for little idols when your god willingly comes down to grace you, anyhow…

Then, he tells you that… it isn’t fair for you to have eyes for any other. Is his presence not enough? Is he not stronger and more capable than any of your puny, mortal men? He could protect you, haul you up to Olympus and make you his bride, give you as many children as you want… Wouldn’t you like that more?

Your stare is so telling, hands shaking as you set the unfinished figure aside, and the words do not come, not when the look he gives you goes from adoring and sweet to near deadly in an instant. It’s the first time he’s offered to bless you with anything but bloodshed in your favor… a peculiar promise of love in return for your selfishness and gifts of milk and honey…

“I do not think I am worthy of that…” The words come tumbling, clumsy and weighty on your tongue. Could he detect the yearning there..? Surely he knew with the way he invaded your dreaming, and even now as his hand finds your shoulder to push you back down into the soft bed of the earth.

“You wish to make yourself worthy, little one..?”

You only nod, once, as your heart finds its way into your throat and your robe is torn away to flutter out with the wind.