'To Whom The Bells Toll' Pt 6

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt 6

Uhhh yeah, so sorry bout that small little break, it was a busy week last week and one this week too as well so a quick update for you guys 👹 enjoy!

Warnings: morning devils tango 🫡, and pure fluff yall

Your body stifled a twitch as you felt your body hijack itself back from sleep. Awake, bustling yo the hum of warmth enveloping you, and then you went to shift only to feel a hiss seethe through your teeth as pain shot through your rear and at the base of your back. Then you remembered last night, well, how could you ever forget, by the time he was done with you, you were shaking violently and so sensitive to anything, and he had your whimpering and crying beneath him as he did exactly as he promised and you egged for.

And no doubt your body was exhausted... and in pain... you then went to shift slightly again, only to feel a strong arm grip your body from behind and pull you close with a grumble, rough and groggy before he spoke louder, his voice causing shivers to crawl up your spine.

"No, you don't liebling. Rest. We have nothing to do today, so you will rest. Last night has left you battered and bruised like a poor thing." You could hear the tease at his words at the end. And you were just too tired to retaliate against his slick words with your silver tongue. Releasing a huff, you dug yourself against him deeper, relishing the warmth he offered and gladly let you seep up as your hips dulled an ache and groan from you. He felt your body jolt from it. He felt it.

His one hand found its way to your hip and rubbed it before kissing the back of your neck slowly and hummed against you from the pits of his chest. Almost like a guttural noise, a cat. His hand then laid there, rubbing your hip bone as it peeked above the blankets that jostled your shared warmth. The blanket was thin, but it did its job by continuing the warmth that enveloped your sleep drunk body. Well, your lower bodies, you soon came to the realization that the blanket covered only up to your hips area, and you could only guess the same for the hard body you were pressed against. You grumbled as the cold air cooped your chest with a bitter chill, a lukewarm feel to it causing you to shiver slightly alongside the burly man behind you, only for a dark chuckle weep through your ears.

"Ist Maine maus kalt?" You then grumbled at him in return only for you to arch against the grip that had formed itself against your lower spine, teasing against your tailbone area your hissed a breath from the sudden movement only for him to hum and dig his head into the crook of your neck where you shoulder meets your neck, inhaling your scent bitterly like a drug. And then he began to leave pampered kisses over the marks he had left on you, causing you to flinch and squirm against him, working yourself and him up. You whimpered, feeling yourself begin to get worked up all over again and felt a painful hard on work itself through your system, causing you to shudder in utter testing of your own moral compass as König rubbed against you from behind like a ragged and wanting animal.

He then hummed before murmuring something to you, obviously about your wiggling against his teasings. And then he noticed your painful hard on, and as you glanced behind you, you saw a towering head gleaming thunderous green eyes toward you with one question. And with a discarded prideful swallow of air, you then nodded. And it was all he needed. He gently roamed his hands over your now shuddering body as a gasp engulfed your lungs as he flipped you onto your back. He sat back on his heels a couple inches away from the the inner thigh area of your outspread legs, blankets discarded, leaving your scarred and obviously muscular body out onto display for him as he admired you like a work of art, and he thought of pride when the marks he made where on your body like paint on a canvas. And he watched as your chest heaved as a look of confusion coursed through your eyes and then admiration, watching your pupils inflate he smirked to himself before kissing gently up your inner thigh, his hands gently holding your shuddering hips down as his breath glided against your hard-on, he chuckled watching you squirm beneath his grip as he kissed past your hips, up your tensed stomach and your shuddering chest and fluttering ribs until he rested his lips mere inches from yours before he gently invited a kiss to you, which you utterly accepted like a hungered beast. And then he broke it just as soon as he insisted it. His hands gently positioned your weak knees against his hips, your knees crooked in a gentle angle to give him more access to you. Before he gently entered you, it seemed like he had changed his entire person since the night before. Instead of a roughed grip, it was gentle, and a coo of mumbles slipped past his lips as his hands rocked your hips gently against his gentle snaps of his hips. Savoring it even as he felt your hands gently grip his shoulders. You felt cold but now soon was finding his rocks to be lazy and warming to your groggy figure.. you limply whimpered against the ache your body welcomed you into, and in return, he gave small whispers of loving words, and it left a sweet after taste on your mind and mumbling tongue.

And then you felt him graze that one sweet spot of your body that caused you to see stars and arch against his touch with want. As if he got the memo, he sank deeper and gently hit the damned holy spot every time, and he carried out like this, slow and sensible to your eased body before he soon felt you clench around him, and he anticipated his reward. And he did. You came hard, and with a final slow snap of his hips, he did as well. Your fluid grazing itself inebtween both your figures and his dribbling out of you..you felt it.. and you shuddered against him before he untimely pulled out, his hands holding your hips in place as he did so. And then he stared at you, and with one final peck on the forehead, he was out, and two fingers had found their way to his fluids where dribbling out of, pressing it there. Almost like he was dumbfounded on how it looked. He then got up and helped you clean yourself, patient with you shudders and whines, and then he cleaned himself.

You had now found yourself finally resting against him after a quite eventful night, and quick morning, his back faced the door as your back was pressed against his chest, both comfortably dozing in the warmth of eachother only to hear the fast groan of rusty hinges and a door knod rattling ...and a familiar fucking Scottish accent....

"Oi, König-"

As König turned to look at Soap over his now lifted arm, it seemed Soap had caught sight of your head as it creened over your own shoulder and Königs massive hulking figure with the look on his face and loss of words. With a loud shout of curse of German to Soap and the throwing of something that König had in his hand, probably a pillow, Soap was gone with an array of 'sorry' and his cackling giggles.. and then, with a sigh, you heard the door slam as a mutter of Königs thick accent disputing through the air. You snuggled closer and hummed before you suddenly felt the loss of warmth and his arms around you. Stifling a groan, you glanced over your shoulder at him and watched with half lidded eyes as he made his way out of the blankets and Into the cold, as well as leaving you to shiver at the cold as well due to the lack of a warmth the bear of a man gave. He shoved on his pair of boxers before sweats and then turned to look at you before he shuffled for something on the ground and then made his way to you before yanking the blankets off of your already shivering body causing you to yelp. Within a moment, his hands were gently rubbing your hip area and soothing the cold out of your bones with peppered smooches to silence your chattering. And then you felt something graze your feet... you glanced down to him, shifting your boxers on and assisting him. You tugged them almost hastily to even secure any warmth from it. God's you where freezing. Closing your eyes, you are huffed before a hand encloses itself onto the back of your neck before nudging you slightly. Catching the motion, you then lifted yourself up only for König to grab your hands and gently hold them up as he yanked something warmth and thick onto your upper body. His hoodie.

He then gently pushed you back down to the bed before he basically crawled over you to his side of his own bed where he was earlier and tugged you closer... everything was quiet, warm...and great even... and your body felt warmth like a fire....

Fire was your gazes even pampered to wince as a groaning whistle cut through the air loudly before you turned to see a helo coming crashing down.... you felt the rain patter onto your skin harshly as your hands felt stuck to the gun, bullets zipping past your head and shot after shot left your sniper rifle. Your teeth knurled into a snarl as you lowered against the wall to hide yourself. To catch your bearings. Even for a moment. And then you turned to see a shine glimpse through the air.... sniper.. you aimed and relased a bullet from your chamber before basically careening your higher up into the dirt below, add a sharp aching pain erupted in a blossomed red hot scrounging pain cut though the left side of your face and a scream of pain erupted from your lips...

You jolted awake with a gasp before you felt the weight of Königs dozing arm to steady you. He then, as if sensing your startling, awoke with a dazed focus from his in and out slumber.

"What's wrong maus?"

You felt your face warm as you shied yourself deeper in the blankets of his bed, inhaling his scent as you gulped a breath before speaking, shyly,almost ashamed to say it.

"Nightmare, it was about me gaining the face I now have..." You felt embarrassed, you, a soldier, practically a killing machine, having a nightmare?"Ah, do you want to talk about it?" "..no..not right now.."

"Hm, I respect that, now come, sleep, and don't worry, I'll protect you, Liebe." Tears pricked your eyes as he pulled you closer and hummed a lullaby to you, and you felt your breathing relax, and your body lull to sleep...and then your eyes drifted to a dazed daytime rest...

Safe..

It’s solar and wind and tidal and geothermal and hydropower.

It’s plant-based diets and regenerative livestock farming and insect protein and lab-grown meat.

It’s electric cars and reliable public transit and decreasing how far and how often we travel.

It’s growing your own vegetables and community gardens and vertical farms and supporting local producers.

It’s rewilding the countryside and greening cities.

It’s getting people active and improving disabled access.

It’s making your own clothes and buying or swapping sustainable stuff with your neighbours.

It’s the right to repair and reducing consumption in the first place.

It’s greater land rights for the commons and indigenous peoples and creating protected areas.

It’s radical, drastic change and community consensus.

It’s labour rights and less work.

It’s science and arts.

It’s theoretical academic thought and concrete practical action.

It’s signing petitions and campaigning and protesting and civil disobedience.

It’s sailboats and zeppelins.

It’s the speculative and the possible.

It’s raising living standards and curbing consumerism.

It’s global and local.

It’s me and you.

Climate solutions look different for everyone, and we all have something to offer.

To everyone asking why you tag Palestine posts as feminism, let's talk about:

The 300% increase in miscarriages in Gaza

https://jezebel.com/miscarriages-in-gaza-have-increased-300-under-israeli-1851168680

Girls having to use tent scraps in place of period products

https://news.sky.com/story/women-and-girls-in-gaza-using-scraps-of-tent-material-in-place-of-period-products-13053083?dcmp=snt-sf-twitter

The NYT trying to frame female IOF playing murderers as girl power

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/19/world/middleeast/israel-gaza-women-soldiers.html

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Two of these articles are from today, the other is a couple days old.

Jezebel

Miscarriages in Gaza Have Increased 300% Under Israeli Bombing

Humanitarian agencies say women and menstruating people are also facing alarming rates of severe infections due to Israel's blockade of supp

Sky News

Women in Gaza having c-sections without painkillers as girls use tent scraps for period products

According to estimates from the UN's agency for Palestine, only one of the three water pipelines between Israel and Gaza is functional, and

nytimes.com

Israeli Women Fight on Front Line in Gaza, a First

After a long struggle for acceptance, Israel’s female combat soldiers are pushing new boundaries after rushing into battle on Oct. 7.

I cannot emphasize enough how we need to keep talking about why this IS a feminist issue in so many ways -and I appreciate this -thank you for sending me this. I have spoken about this a lot on my page, and whenever anyone asks me I link them to some of the posts I have made or make direct references to these issues and more. It's definitely the tip of the iceberg, absolutely. What is happening to Palestinian people -and disproportionately Palestinian women and children is beyond horrendous. I also have yet to hear anything from all the major organizations I emailed about the lack of period care in Gaza. It's deplorable.

Here are some of the posts I made previously on this, with links to organizations that people can connect with to demand better access to period care for those who need it in Gaza, and also one of the organizations supporting right now:

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UN Women | The United Nations Office at Geneva

I just emailed the United Nations Women's Office in Geneva, Amnesty International, Oxfam Canada, and Doctors Without Borders (MSF) about the

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Intersectional Praxis

It’s feels so insignificant to have this struggle but I’m getting my period soon and there’s no place to buy cotton/pads or the specific pai

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt9

Warnings: angst and some heated moment and some cursing.

Uhhh hayyyyy🙏 please forgive my quick absence and enjoy this chapter,

Enjoyyyyy

Your gaze locked onto Königs with such a vice grip that your breath had hitched to the point you head started to pound alongside your racing heart. Your chest cheering its way into a adrenaline spike, your hands gripped themselves together, clasped on the desk as you stared into the damned crocodilan eyes...

"König."

Your voice hard and swift, it showed that you were in no mood for games, and with the fact your shoulders shuddered as you held a hardened posture showed the exhaust that you were feeling. You were tired. And it showed. Painfully.

"Commander Y/n."

His eyes narrowed on your steeled stare, and that caused shudders to tremble down your spine, you where in now mood for his games nor the way he sauntered over to your desk in such a damned manner, he looked like a fucking crocodile about to lurch forward and tear your throat out. And so,you stood and held your ground. You were not going to let this man even try to console you in a taunting manner. You didn't need it. You didn't... right? Right.

With only the desk separating you both now. You then spoke again. Your voice stilling the air with such a harsh voice it almost surprised you.

Almost.

"What is it you want König? It's late and I have paperwork needed to be done."

He studied you, and in his eyes, you looked like a wolf about to snap its jaws at him. He audibly saw your hackles raise on the back of your neck and your face twitch into a slight snarl. He smirked. He was working you up, and he knew it, and enjoyed it.

"I want to see if you needed company hm? Given the fact that we both almost got our brains out I though it'd be... a grand idea to come and visit to see how my Maus was holding up? Can I not?"

You scowled before walking around the desk and shoving your finger into his chest as you spoke, your voice audibly getting louder.

"This is not a game to me. It is not funny..nor is it amusing to me on any occasion or shape or form. So either you fucking leave or...."

"Or?"

"Make it worth my fucking time König.

And with that, He was upon you, his hands holding you close to his body as his mask was yanked off by his own aggressive hands and then at your hips as you both pressed up against each other, your lips interlocked before breaking as you danced around him and slipped your hand on the doors lock and with a click.. you were upon him again, and the same as the last kiss, hungry. Greedy even..

He then gripped your hips and practically sided the paperwork with one hand into the floor, somehow still in their respected folders and general piles.. his teeth found themselves on your throat that lay bare for him as he nipped and prodded at the small whines that escaped your mouth before then grumbling into the crook of your neck before speaking in a hushed tone.

Sincerely. And afraid.

"I thought... I thought i would lose you....Y/n.."

The air finally dispelled any tension in the room, and the air finally snapped from blazing hot to a chilling cool.

"Oh...König..."

" I watched as your figure went across the desk and the gun in his hands went to your head...I thought he would.."

"König, I promise you now....and forever... you'll never see my brains blown or my body limp and cold-"

He hushed you as he pecked your face lightly, his body leaned against yours as broken hissed giggles crept through your body as he grumbled in a pleasant manner before speaking with his face leaned into your chest.

"Maus..don't speak about yourself like that...please.."

And with that you sighed contently before a hand gripped your upper leg area near you ass and lifted you with ease that startled you.

"Easy there, I'm just bringing us to my room maus.."

"Mmm..ok."

And within a door closing and fast-paced strides, you were back packing on his back as he practically ran through the halls, his chuckles driven small snickers from your body before he stopped and opened the door..and with that He let you drop and in you both went, dancing alongside his trampling feet as he rushed to kick off his boots as you shoved yours off and within a moment his hands where on your hips as he stood behind you, holding you against him before he hummed into the crook of your neck and slowly his hands trickled down your body causing you to shudder as he undid your belt and slowly pulled you pants down your hips...and then he allowed to kick off the rest, his hands then found themselves tugging off his own. Leaving you squirming.. and cold from the attentive lack of a layer of clothes and his warmth. With a tug his shirt off and on, and then he tugged was a loose-fitting pair of gray sweats. And then he let you grapple to the pair of sweats that will look like a onesie bottoms on you out of his hands. He then chuckled before snuggling you to the bed, and you complied and flopped backward onto the bed before he snuggled up to you, and with that, He slipped next to you and held you in his arms, near his chest...as his heart pounded alongside yours...like bells....

For oh to whomever the bells toll. You knew your tolled for him....and for whatever came for him after wards...

And with a small peck on your head you knew his did too...

For whom the bells toll, you both tolled for each other.

'To Whom The Bells Toll'

Warnings: mentions of warfare, angst, and a special supirse at the end MWAHAHAHAHHA

Enjoy~

Warmth.

That was all you craved. Wanted. And now, now here you where knee deep in swamp lands with goop containing the gods only know what. The smell was sulfur like and gritty, not like the smell of fresh dirt at all. It was putrid, puffy, thick, and strong. It was like a sickly sweet after smell, sticking to your lungs in their shallow breaths as they desperately squeezed any remnants of this damned air out of them and into the cold world with a puff of smoke billowing out of your body like a dragon.... your face was bitterly numb as your muscles ached... you've been sitting at this nest for what seemed forever.. your comms were silent and still as ever as you trickled against the cold air beneath your thick clothing and as small droplets dripped onto your Luke warm body.

"Fucking hell...."

Soaps voice called out behind you, he was your backup, left up here to help you out in case it was foreshadowed and needed that someone or a group had found your little nest and decided to get a dog fight between you two and them. Price had decided that it was safer leaving the Sargeant of his group up here with a commander than to risk both lines of command entirely. And you bit your teeth back as you scowled as the rain came down harder.

"Don't worry Soap, they'll be out soon, they gotta be."

"Fuckin better"

He mumbled, and then something shining caught your eye.. or well reflected off of your scopes' lenses. Stifling your muscles, you creened into your gun like you two where one...melded together even.

And then you saw a head..narrowing your eyes yoru nostrils flared in anticipation....not one of yours nor 141. You then lulled the trigger into a stiff pull and watched as the body fell.

"Soap, I give em... not even five more minutes until we scope closer in to see what the hell their doing down there."

"Your the boss."

Stifling a groan at the comment, you then shrugged some rain off your body, feeling it seep into your now darkened sky...the stream lights pouring into the area around it..that base... you then huffed and went to roll into a crouch to get yourself up and moving, until you heard the comm static....and then gun fire...and then a yell. Simon... loud bang..then nothing.

You then looked at Soap before you scrambled to your feet and stared ahead, and made your way down the mountain side...but before you two could even fathom touching the bottom a whistle spooked through the air...and then you ran pike hell as a grenade exploded behind your two now racing figures...hoping your dark clothing would seal you both into the darkness and rain as it snuck unto the cold night around it... and it did... the only thing you both heard as your own heartbeat and adrenaline pulsing into your veins.

The forest surrounded you now, both close and tight knit figures, as you spoke hushly into the comms.

"This is bravo 0-2 with bravo 0-7. What is going on down there?"

Nothing...pure static.

You motioned to Soap as you two crept closer and closer... and then you spoke hushly. "Your going to go through that side area that's open, see it?"

"Yeah.. but what about you?"

"I'll be going through the hatch up there,"

Cutting yourself up you pointed to the hatch near the roof area...where parked truck was just below it.

"I'll climb up that truck and make my way in. It'll be more heavier guarded than the area I'm sending you in. Soap.. be careful."

"Will do commander."

And with that and a simple fist bump and nods. You both went you separate ways... you trickled down the now muddle hill side as the ground below you swallowed your boots and the rain that piujddd down onto your now moving figure. Stinging your skin as you moved... until you then leaped and landed at the base of the mountain. And you took off running until you approached a covered area of the gate...and wire cutters gripped your hand as you snipped a whole into the fence... and weaved your way into base... before you hugged the walls and left the watch towers alone, not being in the mood to alering the entire base that there were intruders amongst its walls.

You then coddled the shadows like a babe until you saw the coast was clear to make a sprint for the truck..and you did. Climbing up its side with such urgency had your ears ringing with nervousness..

And then you hoisted yourself up the upside of the trucks bulging metal stomach and landed on its smooth silver roof. You then slowly slid on your stomach and scooted toward the opening, glad to have avoided the gaurds that were now perching your shadowed area without a fuss or an issued sound or incident.

You then slid toward the opened hutch of the grated window side and went in legs first, sliding you but in a scoot like manner as you held your breath before letting go of the truck behind you and descended in a sliding manner down the thick glass window and into darkness with a slight thump of your boots.

Fuck. You then looked around before whispering into your comms.

"I'm in Soap, any updates?"

Silence...than static....

"This is Soap, I'm in, I found 141, and some of Kortac, Your teams also in position out of the range awaiting to be back up to pick us up...but Königs not here..."

"Copy that....eyes peeled for Jolly green giant. Got ya. Get everyone else outta here... and remorse my words to my team, await my command on via comms to take off even if I'm not out. "

Prices voice shouted through the comms...pissed.

"But-"

"No buts. No use to risk three whole teams for two people. When I say go, they'll take off with your two and mine In tow."

"Roger"

Bitter and resentment of Haltering words broke out into the comms from Soap as Prices muffled mumbling baked into your mind through the comms.

"Fuck..."

Muttering to yourself, you then looked around in the greenish lit area, noticing how dull and sickly it looked, like a horror movie. You shifted quietly through the halls and then whipped around a corner to find a door at the end...and two rooms on each side with unopened doors. Shuddering your sniper rifle and puckering out your hand gun and blade you crept silently and turned into the two rooms farthest from the last three first...clear...and then the next...clear...before you stood in front of the door....and with a silent prayer you swung the door open to see a mangled looking and heavily breathing König his eyes wide on you like a frantic stallion.... and four men... three bullets left your gun... two down for good..one injured..and the other barreling you into the wall like a bull. And then your head cracked harshly against the wall, and your body felt numb, and your vision went blurry as you felt yourself get thrown into the desk occupying the area, your body skidding across it and it's holdings with a crash as you hit the floor dazed.... and you heard König shout...no...

Roar.. as your body staggered a moment before you whipped your hand around for your blade...fuck... you then saw a pencil...that'll do...

You then heard a click...and then a glint in your non blind side.. and then the pressure.

"One wrong move, and I'll muster your face to mangle into a more fucking ugly look."

As many Palestinian activists and creators and allies have said -Indigenous people would NEVER destroy the land they live on/are part of... this is just despicable.