#Konig

[konigsfavgirl]

Imagine König, your delightful boyfriend playing dress to impress secretly on your tablet, after he had thrown absolute trash opinions about it when he saw you playing it a few days ago

The mountain of a man furrowing his eyebrows while trying to match colors and pick patterns and completely unaware of your presence

"Herzchen, why are you playing that... That's for little girls" Yeah of course König

[pourinn]

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[bluegiragi]

pervin' on the colonel ❤️

early access + nsfw on patreon

[machveil]

wanna say, like, four minute König sketch? with a reference in front of me☀️✨daily König sketch

[writingoddess1125]

To the Frontlines

Kofi Request - Possible pt. 2 if they want to continue

If you want NSFW (5$) or SFW (2$) like this click here helps me be less of a broke bitch

Alpha König x Omega GNReader

Also Not doing the Medic thing! We can do better then that people!

Your scent used is based off this perfume! (Psss It's the stuff Rihanna wears ;3 I'll always hook ya up with a dupe too! Here)

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-

"Interesting.."

[applebeary]

My god, best of my both worlds 😭😭😭😭

F1 Racer!König. Jacket is referencing Niki Lauda’s

[miscfandomwrites]

Konig is definitely anxious in some way. Someone doesn't wear a mask constantly just to look cool or scary (that's definitely part of it), and I do believe the headcannons about him have some severe facial scarring, especially the ones across the face and messing with his mouth a bit.

Does lead me to think that he definitely does not want to go out into public, so when you somehow manage to drag him out he has a medical mask on and his hood up, walking right behind you the entire time as you're wondering why the mall in suddenly less crowded than earlier.

Don't get me wrong though, he's happy when you're in his sight and reaching distance, yet the second he can't find you in the mall he panics.

You're his person, his safe place, and he's got more than enough enemies that would happily take advantage of you just to hobble him in the field.

Besides anxiety, he's got amazing self-control. He's got anger issues, he's cocky, his work personality is much different than his home because he needs to build the walls back up so he doesn't get hurt, so you don't get hurt.

So when you're kidnapped right out from under his nose in the mall by 141 trying to see if you know anything, he's well past anxiety and self-discipline.

He's a Colonel for a reason, after all. He'll lead armies into hell if it means getting you back in his arms.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Run Rabbit Run by Flanagen and Allen

Okay so, this fic was originally another fandom, but I left that fandom and felt super gross about this fic for a long time. However, I do think it's a good story and I really wanted to rework it for you guys. It's a long story and I need to rework so much so it takes a really long time to get chapters out, but I think you'll all enjoy this story.

This is just a prologue for a new ABO story. This one is about you, a free omega type O being the owner of an alpha A slave known as König, and the two of you learning about what freedom means.

Anyways, enjoy the story.

TWs: Slavery, ABO

Wordcount: 1K

Art from This Post

Story below the cut

Run Rabbit Run by Flanagen and Allen

“...And now children, listen closely to what I have to say now. 

“In this world, the roles of alphas, betas and omegas are all clearly defined in the modern world, as they should be. This social pecking order is what keeps order in our society. Without it, we would be no better than animals! To understand this hierarchy, we have kindly broken the three major classes down into three sub classes to help you understand where you may be placed in the future.

“At the head of the pack is the alpha. An alpha protects those they care for. The largest and strongest of the pack, alphas are only able to impregnate others, but never carry their own child. The alpha relies on either a beta from the opposite sex, or an omega (no matter the sex) to perform that duty for them.

“A ‘true’ alpha is known as an alpha alpha, or alpha A. Very rarely does someone meet an alpha alpha. These individuals are often thought of as the prime example of what an alpha should strive to be. The biggest, the strongest, the fastest. An alpha alpha is often seen as a pillar in their community.

“An alpha beta, or alpha B, is the most common alpha that you’ll come across. They may not be as tall, strong or quick as their alpha alpha cousins, but they are known to be more social and charismatic leaders than the alpha alpha. Many alpha betas grow up to take roles in politics or business management.

“Finally, the alpha omega, or alpha O. Often looked down upon by other alphas, this rare form of alpha is much smaller and weaker than the other alphas. Often, it is easy to mix one up with a beta, but you can easily determine their ranking by the glands around their neck.

“The beta is the main pack member. They are the meat of the pack, the workers of the colony, if you will. They are less controlled by the lust within them than your typical alpha and omega, making them suitable for all sorts of jobs in society. It is hard to find many issues with your average betas. They are the every man. Nothing especially good, but nothing especially bad, also. Depending on their sex, they are either able to inseminate their partners or are able to give birth themselves, male and female respectively. 

“The beta alpha, or beta A, is known for being charismatic. Not quite as large as an alpha, but certainly capable on their own, they are often hardworking, strong and reliable friends and family in their communities.

“The beta beta, or beta B, is average of all averages. Many consider a beta beta the perfect person to be. Beta betas are the most common population, though not by much. They are often the easiest to get along with, as they aren’t subject to the throes of emotions like other classes. Instead, they are highly regarded for their logical thinking and reasonable approaches.

“The beta omega, or beta O, is often just like the beta beta, but typically with lower energy. This individual is often far more relaxed than the beta beta. Some have said that this class is ‘lazy’, but many beta omegas prefer to say that they ‘stop to smell the roses’, if you will. Many take on simple jobs that don’t require much physical effort. Beta omegas are also at higher risk of developing obesity, so it would be wise to bring your beta omega friends along for a neighbourhood run to start off their days!

“The omega is the follower. The runt. The breeder. The omega typically has the lowest standing in society, unable to impregnate another. They are useful in bringing up the rear of the pack, but are prone to emotional outbursts. They seem to be unable to separate facts from opinions, and so thus are very difficult to reason with, nevermind listen to. Though they might be small, they certainly make up for it with their heats, which are immense displays of passion that can be thrilling to behold, or better yet take part in! But be warned, for when an omega is in heat, it may trigger your own instincts and cause you to lose your sensibilities. Though modern medicine has created heat suppressants, they are not always guaranteed to work.

“The omega alpha, or omega A, is considered a cursed class. Not quite a beta, stuck in life as an omega. Many omega alphas harbour great resentment for their standing in life. They often forget that they are the leaders of omegas, and often attract other omegas seeking comfort. Many famous rebels in history have been omega alphas, as they seem to be the ones most keen on standing up for their own brothers and sisters. 

“The omega beta, or omega B, is widely accepted by all members of society. They often do not cause problems, and have a more docile nature than the omega alphas. In older times, they were often kept as placid concubines for rulers, or as a beloved pet by aristocracy. Omega betas are often mistaken for omega omegas, but one can always tell the difference by the way they hold themselves. Omega betas are proud of their existence, meagre as it may be, whereas omega omegas are often anxious and unpredictable in their behaviours.

“Finally, the omega omega, or omega O. Some even refer to this class as ‘the big O’, but this is not recognised by professionals in the industry. The lowest of the low, omega omegas are few and far in between, and possibly for good reason. In ancient times, a person who presented as omega omega was almost always forced into slavery. Though this has been outlawed by civilised countries, such as here in the United States, it is still a common practise in third world countries around the globe. There, they are regarded only as breeders, and nothing more. Many forget the value of the omega omega as the nurturing balance of the alpha alpha…”

-Segment of a transcript from ‘The Laws of Society’, published in 1957 by the United States of American Institute of Fertility and Humanities to supplement the health and wellness curriculum in classrooms across the nation.

Konig Dump

Konig Alternate Universes

[loser1loser2loser3]

aghghgg cupid on the battlefield

[partiallysame]

Big men stupidly quiet on their feet

This is self indulgent bc my first reaction to being startled is to throw hands (thank you older brothers for sneaking up on me and making this a habit that stuck)

141 + Konig

Price turned the corner the same time you did. Neither of you knew the other was coming until a scream followed with a solid gut punch had Price stumbling back. Apologies flowing from you as the Captain was gasping for air trying to regain composure. “Where’d you learn to hit that hard?!?”

Kyle took a full on slap to the face when you turned around and he was right there. Both of you just stared at the other after the loud sound smack. His hand slowly raising to rub the burning skin on his cheek. “Please don’t tell me this is going to be a habit of yours.”

Johnny deserved it. Man was purposefully trying to sneak up and scare you. Quiet feet and body ducked down as he made his way to you. Jumping out and yelling “boo” only to be met with the crack of his nose under your knuckles and blood pouring down. “Fuck Johnny m’sorry” your hands covering your mouth, just as surprised by your action as he was. “Will you marry me?” Maybe reset the broken nose first.

Simon was standing right in front of a door as you opened it and same as Johnny, your fist instinctively went flying for his face. “Bloody hell” his head ducked to the side just barely dodging the same fate his Sargent had encountered.

Konig was waiting so patiently behind you for you to finish pouring your tea so he could pour his. An unintentional throat clear came from him and suddenly your hand holding the kettle went flying up high enough to shatter on the side of his head. Large body hitting the ground with a thud. Konig woke up maskless to you holding an ice back to the bleeding head wound you had given him (bonus points if this was the first time you saw him without he mask)

[applebeary]

Made a quick sketch of our lovely KorTac contractor. Man I don’t even know how the hell I roll sometimes with chrome canvas (not being able to move the layers is torture.)

I will be very angy if tumblr ruins the picture quality >:((

anyways, I bought those cheap matching hello kitty pants with my friend a while back and I feel like König would be the type of guy who happily wears those pajamas with Y/N just to make her happy!

A 6’10 guy wearing pink hello kitty pajamas. Ah, peak masculinity fr.

first König x y/n scenario fanfic dropping soon! xoxo

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP is a chinese cosplayer and professional volleyball player and too tall to fit in the cab on his way to comic con（cr 如你所见老子是奇行）

Cnetizens:

[beloveds-embrace]

Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-

Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…

Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.

Never too heavy for me, doll.

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

@xtrrdnrypotato @livingdead-g1rl

[machveil]

so I can’t not reblog this🐙✨

Blood! Some photos of Octo!König, ignore that one cat hair on my mask please