'To Whom The Bells Toll' Pt 8.

'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.

holocaust memorial day is coming up and this is only a reminder that if there's one thing western countries will do, is that they will watch hundreds and millions of people die will not intervene and then decades later say that this is "a horrific event" and "to remember the holocaust is a way to never repeat it". how about the people in Gaza? over 25,000 people have died due to Israel's constant bombing and attacks and not one western country has intervened. western media has skewed the narrative, often calling Gaza as hamas-run or they'll mention the fact that girls and women have no source of hygiene products but won't say why that's happened, (because Israel has banned any and all medical supplies coming into the Gaza strip (which is a WAR CRIME btw)) it's sickening how ironic it all is, when they say they'll never forget the holocaust when one is quite literally unfolded under they're eyes

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.

pauline albanese - the closed doors | the silt verses | michelle hodkin - the becoming of noah shaw | kim addonizio - you were | christina im - on loving helen | natalie diaz - these hands, if not gods

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 🙏

'To Whom The Bells toll' pt5.

Heyyyy, umm yeah this is just gonna be utter rough smut so..uhh yeah enjoy.

Warnings: lots and lots of degrading, marking and bites, and a very very sexy König.

If yall don't like don't read 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Being a commander of your own squadron was supposed to be fully an honor of that alone. Your job was to make sure the mission got completed and your team was alive. And if anyone got in your way in or off the battle grounds of war far, to them down...

But here you were, getting fucked by a literal fucking mountain. The only mountain here....

He was rough, no doubt, poor you, he had already made you cum more times than your dazed mind could count as you got cock drunk. Your body littered with bites, hickies and dark hand marks left by him on your hips that were now gripped in his steel hands.... that he so generously inflicted on you.

Now he had you bent over the bare desk he had just so recently caressed you and spoke such soft words on. Behind, spewing such vile words to you.

"Say it. Say it to me. Say you're fucking mine. Only mine." König taunted and moaned, pulling your hips back against his rut even harder, Words couldn't even begin to form from how mercilessly he was fucking you, slamming his cock into you repeatedly. Almost knocking the wind right out of you.

"Im....nmmmmh...yours..." Breathless words. Almost inconphresible, finally rung in his ears like a beautiful symphony. Just what he wanted, just what he craved from your bruised and sweaty body. Sure, you left a marks on his back, clawed in desperation and hickies Trailing down from his belly button down to his cock that he slammed repeatedly into you.

His face was now next to your ear, chest pressed against your back, and both of his big hands placed over yours. Almost as if he was apologizing for the marks he had left on you.

But you both knew he wasn't sorry.

The thrill of seeing your eyes glossy with overestimated tears and glazed lust dulled gaze was enough to make him go mad. The snaps of his hips slowed a bit as he spoke, " so good...so behaved for me maus.."

Cooing at you as he chuckled at your whines against his movements, taking one of your hands into his grip, he then trailed down to your lower abdomen, wincing at the soreness as your grazed the marks he left down there, and you felt the bulge of his cock disappearing and appearing again as he thrusted into you.

"Nmmm, feel that maus ? Your taking me so well....so behaved for me..."

If he wasn't pounding into you, his words could've been mistaken for gentle... loving even. The desk you were bent over was starting to creak at his movements. Its condition of being old was obviously showing.

You cried out as he nipped at your back again, clearly going for another mark as he full-fledged a harsh bite onto your skin. Marks already littered your body. One more couldn't hurt, right? Oh, but it did... badly.

It stung as he kissed with a cooing mutter, previously clinging to the warmth your skin gave on the tip of his tongue.

The way he'd hurt and then praise drove you crazy. A mark, then a kiss. A hiss of words and then a coo of words. One right over the other over and over again. He wanted to break you down and build you all the way back up again until you where only his...his alone.

His pace was back again and hard. Powerful even. "F-fuck König pplease!" Your plead was almost like music to his ears as he continued. And you both knew you weren't walking out of here with anything sort than satisfied.

He took great pleasure in seeing how your body reacted to his words, trembling legs barely holding you upright, hands gripping the edges of the desk with such an urgency and for dear life,your voice cracking from how loud you were making such lewd noises: it was an utterly perfect sight to behold.

You could feel your stomach starting to coil and burn. Another orgasm was going to shudder through your tired body, and König wasn't showing signs of stopping. He panted, huffed, and groaned as he gripped your hips, nails digging into your tender skin. Feeling you tighten around his dick made him want to go harder and deeper into you.

"F-fuck...mhnnnn.. K-könig I'm gonna..." You whispered and whimpered, half excited and half afraid of how hard your next orgasm was going to be.

"Awwww for me? You feel so good, Maus..." He purred, talking to you as if you were a crying baby. A taunting pout could be heard in his voice as he spoke to you, suddenly flipping you over onto your back, quickly hooking his hands under your knees and pushing them to your shoulders.

"Look at you. Such a fucking mess."

You felt like you were floating, stars danced in your teary, blurry vision, it felt like he was going to break you In half with his cock. Another orgasm raked through your body, and God did it hurt.

You were so sore..so tired... so sensitive..

König smiled to you as he heard you whimper and gaps beneath his grip, holding you there as you shuddered against him as you clamped around his dick. You desperately tried to catch your breath, his tongue clicked, and he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him. "Maus.." He kissed you, chuckling at your whines of desperation to him. Slowly, he pulled out of you, making you feel terribly empty but relieved to catch your breath.

He didn't like how quickly you relaxed, how comfortably you looked. Did you forget what he just did to you? Not even a single 'thank you' uttered from your lips? No, no, he couldn't have that. To think König was going to give you a chance to catch your breath.

"Sit up,get on your knees now. "

It sounded like a growl rumbled in his chest as he moved away from you to sit on a swivel chair, making the air around you feel cold.

Shit. Was he mad? He definitely sounded mad.

Once you got on your knees, in front of him, obviously nervous to hear from him what you did wrong, you heard his tongue click again.

"When I tell you to do something, Maus." His hand found its way to grip your chin again, making you face him head on, mere inches from your own face. Watching your face go doe like.

"You say, yes sir..understand?"

In any other time, you'd have whammed him in the face or made him scrub the shit out of toilets. But now. Now you where his. Maus...a mouse to him with those Catlike eyes...

Lord's he was sexy when he was mad. Thick eyebrows, hooded lids, burning eyes staring down at you with such power and control. Hell, you had half the mind to disobey him, just to see him more riled up. But then again, you didn't have the energy for it.

"Awnser me."

The grip on your face tightened. Ah. You realized you were staring. "Yes, sir.." you muttered.. looking away from his glowering eyes. Your face was staring to feel warm from all of this eye contact.

Oh but he couldn't have that.

"What was that Maus. Speak up."

His gaze narrowed as he spoke, daring you to pull that stunt again, all the more reason to keep his promise with you that started all of this, to make you cry. He'd go all night if he had to, just to see you break down in front of him. of course, Human bodies had their limits.

How he wondered how far yours could go.

"Y-yesir!" You yelped. The taste of want in your breath made him praise you. "Good... very good." His grip then traveled to the tip of your head, entangling itself with your hair gently. He leaned back into the chair, guiding you to his still very hard on.

"Put a show on for me, Maus."

His eyes swirled with such want and lust, such an overbearing crave for you to pleasure him, to give him what he wanted and more came in such overbearing waves. And who where you to tell a gentlemen no?

The head of his dick prodded your lips, willingly you to open them and take him in your mouth. As you did so, he sighed softly, his hand bobbing with the rhythm of your head.

"Hmm..that's it...take it maus..." He said, not being shy to push your head down further. The smirk on his face could've snapped his face in half when he saw you choke, his hips jerked upwards when he felt the tip of his head prod the back of your throat. Throwing his head back, groaning and mumbling as both of his hands now held you there to keep you still as he practically face fucked you.

Tears squeezed from your now clamped shut eyes, trying to take his length as best as you could. It was hard to catch your breath when something was being shoved down your throat every other second. Still, it was so...exciting.. Having his bigs hands holding you in place as he had his way with you. Moaning, panting, degrading, complimenting...

It turned you on...

You whine on his dick, causing him to look down at you with hooded eyes..

"Dirty.."And with a click of his tongue he jerked his hips up into your throat as a tease to your shuddering figure.

Now, the rock of his hips was slower, more so grinding than thrusting. He didn't want to ruin such a delicious treat by Cumming so fast. He wanted to see more of your tears as you struggled to take his length, he though you looked so pretty with those wide teary doe eyes.

You could feel the grip on your hair somehow tighten as he panted heavier now, his hips stuttering and rythym turning frantic, Königs moans were raspy and deep as they got louder.. good thing these walls where sound proofed...

One thrust. A second. A third snap of his hips finally gave him what he wanted, "fuckfuck, oh baby, please!" He said in one breath, not being able to prevent his legs from slightly shaking while the orgasm took over his senses. He had whined...begged... even if it was a mindless babel of words he had done it notheless.

You had no choice but to swallow his load since he didn't let up with his hold on you. Soft praises left his lips, as he watched you, his cock slowly going in and out of his mouth, not hitting the back of your mouth anymore, until it eventually slid out altogether.

Coughs and gasps filled the room, immediately coming from you as your head dropped down in exhaustion. So beautiful. Such a perfect mess for him. Sitting right in between his outspread legs.

Again, he grabbed your chin to make you look at him, both of your eyes where half lidded, one of exhaustion. The other of lust.

"Aw maus, don't look so relieved. We aren't done yet, I still haven't made you cry~" He spoke in a sing-song voice, eyes burning brighter than ever. Not a single ounce of tiredness possed his body. Infact, he was more energetic than anything

Shit.