In Your Career As A Field Medic, You Have Seen Many Injuries That Have Ruined Soldiers' Lives. Quite

In your career as a field medic, you have seen many injuries that have ruined soldiers' lives. Quite often, they all ended with the same result - the death of a soldier and their blood on your hands. When you were assigned to KorTac, you had fewer casualties on your conscience, because every operative was trained and 'made' for this kind of work. So when Colonel König entered the clinic you were surprised, He was the last person you thought would step foot in here. All he did was give you an acknowledging grunt and sat down on one of the med beds, beckoning you over with his fingers. Once you got your stuff prepped you started slowly cutting his heavy armor off when he suddenly flinched and hissed. "Sei vorsichtig, Verdammt!" (Be careful, Damn!) You jumped at the hiss and realized you accidentally cut his side with the scissors... Whoops. He glared at you before you muttered an apology and slowly peeled off his armor, Cleaning and stitching his wounds. Once you were done he grabbed a spare shirt slipped it on and left, Grumbling to himself. Jeez... that was not a good look on you... Cutting the Colonel on the FIRST DAY!? how embarrassing you thought to yourself, quickly going back to the other patients.

(IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING HEHEHEHEHEHEEH HOW'D I DO??)

Hhehehehehehehhehehhehee...... Might write a FTM version of this... hehehehehehhehehehe... TELL ME IN MESSAGES IF U WANT ITTT <3

Being a prostitute for a man written down as S.R. capital, formal and little to no detail about him other than a masked picture of him. You don't know what you excepted of him but you didn't expect a behemoth to come for your services. Or well for you to go to him but hey, you get additional $500 if you do, to hell with life.

Its even odder when he just told you to sit and look pretty in his house, shushing you when you tried to flirt and rile him up, the three hours he paid for used just for him to absentmindedly grope and touch your chest and stomach.

Pulling you close to his chest and grabbing your squishy waist from above and behind. It wasn't harsh but it wasn't light, almost experimental as if he wanted to see what was comfortable with you.

"You mind getting tied up, bird?"

Asking you somewhere after thirty minutes and confining you only to lay his head on your thighs, using you as a head pillow and something for his hands to squeeze and get sat under while he sleeps. Snoring the rest of the time away until you're both awoken by an alarm he set.

He schedules another appointment as soon as you leave. Your manager tells you it was prepaid.

this ate. CORDELIA HOW DO YOU EAT SO HARD WITH THESE?!

Don't really have any experience at all with anything omegaverse related but I've got big alpha!Gaz x omega!Reader thoughts...

cw: minor smut, knotting?

Everyone thinks he's a Beta because of the hormone suppressants. Kyle Garrick is always level headed. Cheeky with a silver tongue, of course, but no one has ever heard of him truly lashing out. Really, Kyle hates it. The hormones, going into rut, all of it. He wants to be able to walk by people and not be overwhelmed by their scent, so he plays it off and takes the medication in secret; Price being the only one privy to his habits. His work requires him to be at his best, and the suppressants get him there.

Things change when the main offices hires a cute new secretary.

Cute thing you are in your ironed button up blouse and neatly pressed pinstripe skirt. Proper and professional as you handle paperwork; unclaimed by an alpha. You shouldn't be different from anyone else Kyle's come into contact with, omega or otherwise, yet you are. There's something about your scent that burrows into his skin, makes it tingle and burn as if you've set it on fire. You smile so sweetly at him as you take the report from his hands, and he has to fight the urge to vault the desk you sit at.

Chalking it up to a late dose of his suppressants, he pushes it out of his mind the best he can but he only spirals. They don't seem to work as well whenever he's around you. He's never smelled anything as sweet as you, be it flower or food, and he feels his heart become overwhelmed with an untamed concupiscence. He finds every excuse to visit you. To talk to you. To hear your voice. He prays that you don't notice the way his nostrils flare whenever you're nearby.

Price notices the change in him immediately. His sergeant's mind isn't as clear as it usually is, and he's getting frustrated over trivial things he previously would never bat an eye at. Smells his incoming rut despite his best efforts at allaying it. Price sends him away with a wave of his hand. Tells Kyle he can only run away from his nature for so long, and that he better make good use of his hand for the next few days as he weens himself off his suppressants.

Kyle's never experienced a surge like this before. Nothing but pure frustration. Suffering through the throes of his rut with his skin slick with sweat as he writhes in bed dreaming of someone. Dreaming of you. Some soft omega sweet enough to help him during such a difficult time. He drowns in the illusion of you as he fucks his own hand until he swears he can smell you. That subtle silage... it seems to seep through the crack beneath his apartment door to haunt him like an apparition.

Doesn't realize it's actually you until you knock. Kyle knows better than to open the door, but he's not in his right mind. He convinces himself he can be polite. Tell you to stay far away from him until he's better and that he'll see you at work in a week or so. When he opens the door to enact his plan, he finds you with a small gift basket of medicine; as if you were truly convinced he was only sick.

After all, everyone thinks he's a beta.

Overwhelmed with the scent of him, your gift basket clatters to the ground as you cover your nose. He reeks. It's so strong you feel weak in your knees. Like he's sucked the very breath from your lungs.

There's no stopping what happens next after that. Nature always wins in the end. Besides, a sopping wet cunt is the only type of medicine that can cure Kyle's ailment anyway, and you're sweet enough to provide such a treatment. Face pressed into his pillow, soaking up the aroma of him, you're singing for him. Could never dream about complaining about the ecstasy you're filled with after every needy thrust of his cock. You were close to your heat anyway. Really, this is just as good for you as it is for him.

And as Kyle slips his knot inside of you, pinning your hips firmly against the mattress, he wonders how he ever went without this. Without you. Without some sweet thing to fatten up with his kids. He'll make sure you're waiting for him at home after every deployment. That the soft flesh in the crook of your neck is marked to the shape of his teeth soon enough.

For now, he'll worry about using you to fuck his rut out. He can worry about formalities when his head is clear.

COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH SCREAMS SQUEALS SQUIRTS HELPPPPPPPP I WANT HIM NOWWWW

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🐰would like this.

imagine obsessed!könig keeping his darling, you, all to himself and away from everyone else. he keeps you locked up in a cage, stripped of any clothing as you sit behind the metal bars. the cage is under a bed in his basement, the 'play room' as he calls it. the thick leash attached to the collar around your throat makes it easy for him to pull you out of the cage that provides you a little comfort with the blanket and a pillow, no matter how much you struggle against the strong force. he's just so much bigger and stronger than you, his little plaything. könig loves to test out how far he can push you, how many orgasms he can force out of you until you pass out, how thick the dildo is he can push in till you go limp on the mattress or your hole starts to bleed. or how long you can stay awake without breathing as his massive hand covers your mouth and nose while his thick cock pounds in and out of your weeping pussy.

Y'all i came.

My September

Do you able to kill the king?

Hello liebe....did you miss me?....i take the silence as a yes....and remember....I'll be with you...until the end of "Eternity."

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a little fun fact.. an octopus have blue blood!