'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..

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.

Heyyy spring exams were under way this week, so I have been busy as well as my sports and work! Please be patient as the next part will be posted next sometime 😭 forgive me 🙏

genuine curiosity, why do you think congo has not been receiving nearly as much coverage as palestine? it's insane to me the sheer amount of congolese people who have been slaughtered, and yet i barely see anyone talking about it :/

I think it is partially because of how global anti-blackness operates, alongside the rampant dehumanization of Black people in western/European countries especially. If we look at the Congo specifically, Congolese people have been hyper-exploited, abused, and dehumanized to mine for materials for western/European businesses and powers for decades, disgustingly so. The entire country experienced the beginnings of colonial violence in-between the 19th and 20th century; I have spoken about this before on my page a handful of times, but the reason as to why Congolese activists and creators and allies have said 'Congo is Bleeding' is because Congo has never been able to heal and recover from the violence and degradation from the forced and brutal colonization of their land by that despicable Belgian King Leopold the Second to later the French. I don't think many people even know about this, so I always tell folks to research, stay informed, and keep up to date as much as possible on what is happening.

I am by no means an expert when it comes to the histories and ongoing realities of Black people and their experiences (especially since I don't want to water this down at all -there are complexities, and I definitely don't want to take up space in this conversation -I'm just grazing the surface here), but I just want to be very transparent about the fact that this lack of coverage is not coincidental, and that I do believe it has largely to do with the dehumanization of Black people is tied to western imperialism/neocolonialism, which have shown timelessly that they have vested interests in not shedding light on what is happening in the Congo, or even Tigray and Sudan as well, and it's beyond horrific.

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt 8.

Warnings: mentions of violence and cursing and angstttttt

This chapter was posted a bit later than I would have liked, but it was a fairly busy week. I apologize!

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

You froze. Your heart beat jaggered a harsh pulse, jumping in the pits of your stomach as it fell short of shitting out of you at the mere moment. Your jaw locked as cold sweat shivered your spine with the feeling of the Gun harsh against the near rear side of your head. Your blind side.

Fuck.

You then felt an arm grasp you by the collar of your uniform and yank you to your knees and then yank to the point you had no choice but to un gracefully wobble to your feet, and there you stood, frozen and still like a spooked still deer. Your nostrils flared as you narrowed a side glare from your wide doe like eyes. You one-eyed pupil blew up from the adrenaline as well as fear. You could taste it on your lips. And you watering jaws.

"Now, where are the rest of your crew hm?"

Silence.

You could tell that the question was directed to you. You then heard the air whisp behind you as a loud thwack erupted from the back of your skull as your brain bounced like a pin ball in your skull.. with a shout, you lurched forward only to be pushed to your knees, a mere foot or two from the giant of a man who bristled at the seams.... as he watched you waver ever so slightly against the now ever dull pain that throbbed at the back of your skull from the whack you had just suffered from the butt of the gun that now reveled in a tight grip in this man's hand as be shotted in a forgein language as he waves the gun around until he pointed it at König, which obviously or evidently got a rise out of your now stiff and still body.

Silence...

"Where is the rest of you?"

You bit your tongue and bared your teeth crookedly like a beast would as you spoke.

"Their gone."

"But where?"

He then growled and backhanded König as the giant roared in German at the man. Silence now.. again... you felt the mere tension from Köniv as he obviously tempered himself into the urges of just killing the man before him...

And that man crept his way closer to you...the two dead both lay where they were...the injured groaning in pain as he slowly bled out, as his own teammate remained at the focused task of you two... and the gun returned to your head... and you saw from the corner of your good side... where the gun was held, that the man lowered himself to yourself height..your level as though to make himself seem more intimidating..scary to you... to emphasize the fact that he had the power and you did not right now.

"WHERE?!" A scream hoarded through this man's throat as his face reddened with either embarrassment or anger.. perhaps both as he then turned to König as König began to shout German again. And then man began to move, the gun now away from your head..and as soon as he leveled himself a meter two inches above your head, the gun swung to the opposite area of his arm as he got up... and you struck. The pendul in your hand sinking deep into the temples of the man repeatedly as screams cut through the air as two bullets braised your face, knicking it, and defeaning you as you leapt onto of the man and repeatedly stabbed...and deformed the man's face into nothing but chopped holes..until you were grabbed from behind and pulled off by an oh do familiar grasp.

König.

You whirled around with a snarl onto your face as it twisted with adrenaline until his hands held your face still, like a beating wing that was frantic for its other half.

His eyes gleamed as he attentived your face to his, steadying you.

You stilled and then huffed shakily.

"I'm fine. We need-"

You then tore yourself from his grip and whirled harshly before turning and twisting to the left and then the right, until you turned to face him again.

"We need to go..."

"Maus..."

"König...please..."

And with that, you both bolted like bats out of hell to the chopper revendous zone... and once the chopper had taken off...it was deafened silence....silence between the crews...and you and könig...

By the time you made it to the base and dispatched from Laswells office to your own...your door was slammed and your body was timid...

"Fuck..."

Muttering a whisper, you grumbled into your office chair, your hands covering your face as you exasperated a frustrating groan of yell.....

Then a knock....

Bitterly, you rubbed your nose bridge... before glaring at the door...

"Come in..."

And the knod twisted, and then the door opened... and then you held back a sucked breath as you stared at the figure in front of you, slammed the door shut.

They killed the olive trees. They killed the little children. They killed the unborn. They killed the father. They killed the mother. They killed the journalist. They killed the journalists entire family. They killed all the aunts and uncles. They killed the doctors. They killed the soul of his soul. They killed the groom. They killed the bride. They killed the cats. They killed the elderly people older than their apartheid state. They killed the thousands of memories painted on the walls. They killed 30,000+ Palestinians that we will never get back. [@/ missfalsteenia on X. 01/07/24.]