Hello!

I’ll usually post anime content, maybe mix up some scary monster stuff, or anything I fixate on or enjoy. Trying to keep a dark theme!

I write a lot of fan fiction also, if you’d like my Wattpad, it is: OminousSenpai

Ao3: OminousSenpai

I don’t bite

Final fucking part because tumblr LOOOVES to cut everything short.

TW: violence, gore, mentions of SA and Smut

There was a moment of awkward, tense silence that filled the room painfully.

“Spend it with me-“ König basically blurred out into the quiet.

You raised an intrigued eyebrow and stared at the Sergeant.

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course. You’re more than welc-“

“That would be…perfect König, but I don’t want to get in the way of any family reunions” You said honestly.

“That won’t be a worry” König said before he lifted himself from the wall.

“If you insist, then. But I’m not good with Christmas presents”

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“Here, let me get those for you” König said gently as the two of you walked into his apartment.

The Sergeant took your suitcase from you, and placed it just beside the white, varnished banisters of the maisonette stairs then returned to you to place his hands softly on your shoulders, and take your coat from them.

“There’s no need for that” You chuckled softly as König hung your coat up on one of the jacket hooks.

König’s apartment was beautiful to say the least, and well kept. Every surface shined with cleanliness against the soft, gentle lighting that warmed the house, making you feel more than cosy. The Sargent allowed you to explore the small maisonette just while he prepared and cooked up some dinner, which he insisted on making.

However, you didn’t want to invade König’s privacy, and instead made do with sitting on the cool, leather sofa in the living room. With a yawn, you leaned back and allowed your eyes to wonder from left to right. It seemed every part of the Sergeants house was accented with no abundance of plants and shelves, filled with rustic looking books.

You didn’t bother turning the Tv on, that stood parallel to the sofa on a glass stand, your eyes instead focused on the record player beside it and the multitude of record discs that were kept on a varnished shelf.

“Hmm” You hummed with intrigue, before you stood from the sofa, and made your way toward the shelf.

You were often surprised by König, but nothing surprised you more than learning he was an avid metal listener.

“Holy shit…” You muttered to yourself as you let your hands flick through the artworks of every record.

“Metallica, parkway drive…” You nodded your head with surprise as you continued scanning.

“Dark tranquility, Opeth” You folded your arms, and turned toward the open plain kitchen, where König seemed captivated in his own thought while preparing dinner.

“You’ve got quite the music taste” You said toward the Sergeant.

König paused for a moment, before he placed a knife onto a wooden chopping board. For a moment, you thought the Sergeant was angry, as he had so suddenly stopped what he was doing.

“You like my music taste?” König asked with surprise.

“Grew up with this stuff!” You exclaimed excitedly, turning your head to beam toward König, who’s face was covered with his sniper hood.

There were very few times you had caught glimpses of the König’s face, to the point where you no longer remembered what he looked like.

Although you couldn’t see him, you still noticed the child like awe in his soft, blue eyes.

“Are you surprised?” You asked with a friendly charm.

“No-no it’s just…oha” König paused for a moment.

“You see, music means a lot to me, it’s nice to know that someone shares the same tastes” König spoke, and for a moment, you had to force your body to stay put, as the urge to run toward the gentle giant, and cuddle him from behind crept into your mind.

“Awe…” You let out impulsively.

It wasn’t long before König was ready to serve up dinner: a comforting stew, that filled the house with the smell of seasoning and freshly cooked dumplings. As soon as the Sergeant had taken the pot from the oven, your nose instinctively rose onto the air, and took a deep breath.

“That smells amazing, König” You jumped from the sofa and made your way toward the kitchen quickly.

“Thank you” König said sweetly, smiling beneath his hood as he placed the pot onto the smooth kitchen side.

The kitchen, like most of the house was beautifully rustic, with walnut cupboards that sat either above or bellow a varnished, smooth, stone-like kitchen surface nicely. A few metres from the cooking area stood a chunky table also made from walnut with two brown leather kitchen chairs to accompany it.

“Could you do me a favour, Y/N?” König then asked, as he took the grey oven gloves from his hands.

“Uh yeah sure, what’s up?”

“Could you grab two bowels for me, they’re just in the top part of that cupboard.” König pointed toward one of the cupboards that sat above the kitchen side.

“Of course” You answered politely before you made your way toward the cupboard.

Upon opening the cupboard, you sighed as the bowls sat on the top shelf, about a metre above your head.

You wondered as to wether König had set you on this task purposely, as you reached on your tip toes for the bowls, to no avail. In an attempt to get them , you then jumped and lightly grazed one of the bowls with your fingers, then landed awkwardly back on your feet.

As you stumbled a little, you heard the faint sound of a chuckle, that turned into laughter as you turned to face König, with a small frown.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“The way you jumped was- it was so funny!” König was in hysterics, as he held his stomach and hurled over in laughter.

You folded your arms in an attempt to act angry, but the act faded once your cheeks turned red with embarrassment and once König had finished laughing, he noticed your vibrant blush.

“It’s okay, you look all cute when you’re flustered” König teased, just as you had done to him in the past with the same, smooth sentence.

It seemed more effective coming from him, as butterflies twisted your stomach, and fluttered around your core.

So he wants to play that game?

You ebbed a cheeky smirk toward König.

“Oh I would’ve blushed sooner if you would’ve said you were taking me on a date?” You sneered, leaning against the kitchen side casually.

“When were you gonna say it, ay? That you were gonna take me on a date?” You curled your lips in a menacing, teasing smile, and the Sergeant seemed to crumble from within his sniper hood.

You could almost feel the heat rise toward his cheeks.

“It’s only a date if you want it to be, Liebling” König’s come back was surprising to say the least, but welcomed non the less.

The Sergeant walked beside you briefly to retrieve the two bowls effortlessly, before he placed them on the side, filling each of them generously with the stew, but before he could pick up the bowels, you’d already claimed the job of taking them from him.

“I can’t sit around and watch you do everything now, that would just be rude” You said kindly, before you ushered König to the table.

“But you’re a guest-“

“Go and sit down you big lump!” You teased, and König failed to argue any longer, taking a seat by the table.

Carefully you placed the two bowls at the table, then went back to the kitchen side briefly for two spoons.

“I’m so fucking hungry” You exclaimed as you returned, wasting no time in getting stuck in.

Your table manners were thrown out the window as soon as the hot stew hit your taste buds, and your eyes widened with surprise and satisfaction.

“This…this is amazing, König” You muttered in astonishment.

Your body was overjoyed with a sense of comfort as the stew warmed your belly, with well seasoned beef, and slow cooked vegetables that complimented well with the soft dumplings.

You mouth was in heaven.

“Thank you” König said with delight, before he pulled the hood from his head abruptly.

The breath was taken from your lungs as you set eyes on the Sergeants face: his hair was a cool shade of chestnut brown as well as the stubble that started just bellow his sharp jawline. König bared two scars upon his face, one that sat on his top lip, and another, larger scar on his cheek, that lightened the elevated skin around it a little and gave him a ‘rough round the edges’ look.

It was as if you had seen his face for the first time, and your eyes almost watered at the sight.

“You okay?” König asked simply, as he ate spoonful of stew it his mouth, and hummed in delight at the taste.

“I uh- yes, yes I am” You affirmed, taking another bite from the stew on your spoon to keep your jaw from dropping onto the table.

“This might just be the best stew I’ve made” König said to himself with pride, taking another bite.

“I put a little more effort in, you know, given the circumstance” König offered you a friendly smile, to which you smiled in return, but looked toward your bowl quickly you felt your cheeks burn with blush.

You felt as if you were a school child, being eyed by a classroom crush. Every look König shot you during your meal together created tickling knots between your legs, that you crossed at one point to quench the feeling. Once the two of you had finished dinner, König was the one to put the bowls in the sink, and return to the table with a fresh glass of water, one that you hadn’t requested.

“Thank you” You smiled politely, and took the glass from his hands. Your fingers touched for but a moment before you took a sip, and placed the water down onto a cup holder.

“You’re an amazing cook, König” You beamed up toward the Sergeant, who rubbed his hands through his thick hair.

“One of my many pleasures” König said, before taking his sniper hood from the table.

“I know it’s been awhile since you’ve seen me-“ The Sergeant looked toward you with a warm grin.

“It has” You replied.

König, unfortunately, put the hood back into his face, pulling it down to fit comfortably before he walked toward the living room.

You followed behind like a lost puppy.

“So, whats next?” You asked, standing awkwardly beside König, letting out a harsh yawn that arched your back, and stretched your arms upward.

“I would say we could take a walk, but you seem tired enough, and it’s getting late.” König said, before he turned toward the TV, and gently turned it on with the remote.

“We could watch a movie?” You suggested, as you yawned once more.

“Sounds like a good idea”

“Sweet, your pick” You said happily as you sat yourself on the sofa, leaning against the arm comfortably.

König joined you soon after, with an elbow resting on the arm, and another spread along the back of the sofa, barely touching your head.

“Oh, I forgot to ask!” König exclaimed, stopping his search for a movie to turn to you.

“You’re more than welcome to take a shower when you need to, and get yourself into some comfy clothes”

“Oh, you saying I smell?” You chuckled, eying the Sergeant with tease.

“Oh no, not at all!” König put his hands up and shook them in front of him.

“I’m only fucking around!” You laughed, tossing your hand loosely to the side as you did so.

“Well…” König relaxed himself.

“The offer still stands.” He added.

“I-uh, I guess I should. I hate to admit it but it’s been a couple days. Haven’t been taking care of myself all that well” You admitted before you took a stand, stretching once more as you did so.

Any form of self care had become increasingly difficult after the events of your torture, and it started to show through small knots of unkept hair that was often left to do its own thing if not tied behind your ears. It had been days since you had even looked into a mirror.

The last time you did you found yourself a mess of tears and anxiety.

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Before you bathed yourself, König provided you with two large, grey towels as well as some spare clothes he had lying around; You’d insisted that you had your own pyjamas, but the Sergeant as adamant that he would wash them before you wore them again. König also spent his time fussing with the two bath faucets intricately, making sure the temperature was perfect for you.

“I’m not a baby, König” You shook your head as the gentle giant checked the temperature of the water once more.

“No but you are my guest, and I want to make sure you’re not uncomfortable” König affirmed, before he stood from the side of the bathtub, and made his way to the door.

“Feel free to use what you’d like, and shout if you need me” König said, before he took his leave, closing the white bathroom door gently.

You allowed your shoulders to relax once the Sergeant had left, as you momentarily took in the cool, botanical bathroom aesthetic. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom had no abundance of plants, that matched the dark green walls, it was beautiful, however, the large mirror that stood just beside the sink peered at you hauntingly.

You quickly turned from the mirrors view, swallowing as you did so.

‘Not everything’s gonna be perfect, ay?’ You said to yourself, as you prepared to get into the bath.

With a few aches and pains, you stripped yourself of your clothes, squinting as your hands made contact with the scratches and bruises that painted your body but eventually, you found comfort in letting your muscles relax as you made contact with the warm water of the bathtub.

‘God…’ You exclaimed to yourself as you stretched out your legs and set eyes on the purple and brown bruises on them, that started at your ankles, and finished at the tops of your thighs.

You didn’t let the sinking feeling of noticing the damage to your body stop you from taking care of it today and you swallowed the building sadness harshly.

Reaching for a random shower gel, you gently placed a generous amount onto your palm, and caressed your legs with care as you lifted your shins from the shower, then your thighs as you awkwardly rose up to stand. After washing your legs repeatedly, you turned your attention toward your arms, that fortunately had less bruises and marks, and ached a lot less as you cleaned them.

Once you had cleaned your body, you focused on washing your hair by leaning back into the water for and running your hands through the softened strands to part them. For a moment, you felt as if you were at bliss, before a rising panic from an unknown cause made your head instinctively swing upward.

You gasped at the sudden force, and quickly used your shins for support, hugging them as you rose your knees toward your chest.

You took a moment to compose yourself, before you grabbed a shampoo from the bath side, and aggressively scrubbed your greasy hair. It felt good to scratch your scalp with your nails and you let out a satisfying groan as you did so.

Once you were happy that you had eradicated every living bacteria that could’ve been on the scalp, you sunk back into the water, and ran your hands through your hair once more.

As you did so, you noticed your heart began to race, and your arms seemed to lock into place for a moment; you felt like you couldn’t move. As if in some form of paralysis, your mind began to panic, and wonder back into the past:

Petrenko held you head backward, as you struggled against a wooden chair you were bound to tightly and a masked soldier poured what seemed like an endless stream of water over your head, that caused you to choke and gargle uncomfortably.

“Gaaah!” You shouted, as you pulled yourself from the memory, as well as the bathtub, causing you to fall awkwardly onto the bathroom floor with a thud.

Quickly, you raced to get a towel in an attempt to find comfort in the sudden hug if it’s soft fabric.

“Wh-what…” You quivered, holding the towel tightly around your body, before your head turned toward the daunting mirror, and the towel no longer provided a sense of comfort.

Your breathe quivered as you peered toward yourself and your body, as you truly took in the extent of the damage you had taken over the past 2 months. Scars made themselves visible along your back, and the vibrant bruises along your chest line and shoulders seemed to taunt you:

‘You’re weak, how could you let this happen to you?’ The seemed to screech into the depths of your skull.

‘It’s all your fault, it’s your fault they did this’ Your mind screamed at you.

“No…no!” You shouted toward yourself, quickly taking cover from the menacing reflection in the mirror, by placing your back behind it harshly, and falling to the bathroom floor.

Within seconds, you were a ball of tears and shivers, holding your knees tightly to your chest as whimpered against them. The world around you seemed to deafen, and buzz with white noise as every surface seemed to tower over you menacingly.

You shut your eyes, and locked your jaw in place, clawing at your arms to create an unseen force field, that did little to protect you from every daunting piece of furniture in the bathroom that taunted you.

From within the chaos, you heard the faint sound of repetitive knocking on the bathroom door, that drove the screams and house of your mind away momentarily.

“Y/N” A worried König said, as he had opened the bathroom door.

The Sergeant rushed to your aid immediately, crouching down beside you and as if magic, the screaming in your head faded, and the bathroom seemed to return to its normal, non-amalgamated appearance.

“What happened, Liebling?” König asked.

“I-I-fuck sake, can’t get the fucking words out” You stressed within rapid breaths.

“Just look at me then, deep breaths, in and out, after me” König took your hands from your arms and placed them in his hands gently, as he used his thumbs to stroke your palms.

You nodded, and followed König’s breathing as he took in some breath, held it, and let go with a ‘woosh’. As you breathed with him, you felt your trembling calm, and your chest relax comfortably.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, Y/N” König said, before he used the knuckle of his index finger to wipe away a stray tear.

“What you do have to tell me, is if you’re okay?” König put your hand back in his and waited patiently for an answer.

Although you both sat on the same floor, the Sergeant still loomed over you as he crouched. Within his masked face, you could almost feel the empathy he expressed.

“I’m good, I’m good now” You said, before you nodded, and took a stand once König let your hands go.

For a moment, the two of you stood awkwardly in each others presence, as he eyed you dearly and you crumbled in his gentle gaze, awkwardly holding your towel against your body.

You felt like a deer in headlights, but you didn’t feel scared; you felt in awe at the care that König had provided, as if all his sweet actions and kind remarks had hit you all at once.

You felt welcomed, and the feeling shocked you.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed, but I’ll be just outside the door.” König said before he turned and waited patiently for you to dress yourself.

Once you had slowly draped the oversized pyjamas over you that almost engulfed your body, you left the bathroom and stood beside König, who walked you downstairs gently with a kind hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll fix us up something warm to drink, but please, sit yourself down.” König guided you toward the sofa, and you followed his request.

“I think I’d feel better with a little bit of air in my lungs” You countered, as you made your way toward the balcony doors, and opened them abruptly.

A refreshing chill met your face as you found yourself leaning against the metal fence of the balcony, that overlooked the city scape, as evening life bloomed bellow.

Cars weaved in and out of roads, and stopped at traffic lights briefly as they turned red, and people walked below with their own importance. The city was more than prepared for Christmas, as Christmas lights hung from each street light with a warm glisten and glow.

From what you could see, a large Christmas tree was decorated intricately upon a round about at the centre of the road. Although lonely, the tree stood out to all that passed by, and gave the town a wholesome, holiday feel.

“Y/N” König approached slowly, leaning over the balcony with you. It seemed he had paused on making the two of you a warm drink, to instead make sure you were okay.

As if it were his top priority…

You shot König a soft smile, but you stayed silent, allowing yourself to continue to take in the comforting business of the town bellow. König rested his forearms over the balcony, and began to look with you, his head moving from left to right as it seemed that he too had been captivated by the beauty of the decorated streets bellow.

You felt your mouth water as you burned to explain what had caused your panic and worry, but you swallowed the feeling down, in a bit to have another moment of safe silence with König.

He provided a nice comfort even in his silence, and you once again felt safe.

“Petrenko…” You began, putting your forearms over the fence just as König had.

“When he took me, he did a lot of things. Things I will never forget. His men did things I will never forget…” You let your words linger in the evening air, and König let you finish patiently.

“There are things worse than death, König, and I think I found that out when he tortured me, and-“ You let out a soft sigh, and gripped at your hands.

“You don’t need to explain yourself, as I said” König put a hand gently on your shoulder, to which you pulled at his arm, and brought the giant in for a warm, needed hug.

You felt comfort in wrapping your hands tightly around his lower back, gripping at the fabrics as you buried your head in his chest.

König paused for a moment, before he placed an arm around your shoulder, and a hand atop your head, to stroke your damp hair gently.

“I’m good…” You affirmed before the Sergeant could ask.

“I’ve just wanted to do this for a long, long time” You held König tighter, before you began to weep.

The Sergeant placed a careful hand behind your head, and pulled you closer to him, as the hand that rested on your shoulders moved to your upper back, and rubbed gently up and down.

You let yourself feel vulnerable toward König finally, as your weeping got louder, and your hands trembled from behind the gentle giant, that continued to rub your back rhythmically.

“It’s okay, cry for as long as you need, Liebling. I’m not going anywhere” König comforted in a whisper.

You cried for a couple minutes, allowing yourself you almost fall into König’s hold, that did so much to comfort you within your sad hysterics and finally, your crying ceased and you stepped away from König, who arched his head down and bent his knees slightly to look at you face to face, his eyes lowered through his sniper hood that swayed in the nightly wind.

“I fucked up that bargain we had” You laughed a little, leaning in towards König’s hand that found its way toward your cheek.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep my side. I’ll keep yours too” König said gently as he began to stroke your face.

“König…” You whispered his name into the hot, tense air around the two of you.

Your heart began to race as you stared longingly into König’s eyes but then you looked down slightly toward where his lips would be, if not covered by the sniper hood.

König seemed to notice this, and with swift movements, he lifted the hood slightly, just above his nose before he drew his face closer to your own and landed a soft kiss to your lips that lingered with a hidden sense of ‘want’.

You gasped at the contact, before you found yourself returning the kiss with your own gentle touch.

“I have-I’ve been waiting so so long to do that, Y/N” König barely whispered, as his sniper hood rested above the top of your head.

“I think I have too, König” You added, closing your eyes at the contact of another gentle kiss.

“I don’t think you understand, Liebling” König said, as his lips barely parted your own.

“I do” You replied swiftly, before leaning against the Sergeants face and landing a cheeky nibble on his bottom lip.

The two of you stood silently, as the world around you ceased to exist and the sounds of the cityscape bellow fizzle out of reality, leaving just you and König to look at each other with widened, love struck eyes.

“There are so many things I’ve wanted to do to y- with you” König said, correcting himself.

“Care to show me?” You whispered, and König paused for a moment, as if you had handed him the best news he had heard in his life.

“You sure about this?” The Sergeant narrowed his eyes a little.

“I don’t think you know how much I do” You replied softly.

König lifted you up swiftly in his arms by placing two, gigantic hands around your waist and instinctively, your legs wrapped themselves just above his hip bones for support. For once, your head was above König’s, and you placed a soft kiss onto his forehead, that was covered by the hood loosely.

König held you for a moment, staring up at you as if planning on what to do with you. At this point? You would let the Sergeant do anything he wanted.

After his moment of contemplation, König walked you over quickly to the stairs, where he lingered for a moment before he climbed the stairs gracefully, as if you hardly weighed him down.

It wasn’t long before König opened his bedroom door, using a free elbow to turn on the gentle light, and make his way toward the bed with you clung to his waist. König began to set you down gently, but before he could stand, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, and pulled him on top of you.

You sneered cheekily as his eyes widened from his hood in surprise, and his hand rose to take it off.

“Keep the mask on, I like it…It’s how I’ve always known you, isn’t it?” You giggled, before cupping the Sergeants jaw against the sniper hood. For a moment he leant against your touch, before he grabbed your wrist and pinned it forcefully above your head.

“Y/N…” König paused for a moment.

“Yeah?” You asked with a little concern at the sudden pause.

“Please tell me you’re okay with this, because I don’t want to hurt you…” You felt the grip on your wrist loosen.

With a small giggle, you placed a gentle hand on the centre of König’s chest.

“König, right now, you can do more than hurt me” You whispered slowly, making sure your eyes never left the Sergeants even for a moment.

You looked down for a moment, and noticed that from beneath König’s trousers his crotch began to harden, and cause a slight bulge to stick upward.

You bit your lip at the sight, and looked back up to see König, who almost panted as he held himself back.

“König…fuck me for fucks sake” You ordered as a rising heat burned through your stomach, and tingled in between your thighs.

König within moments had pinned you to the bed, with one hand still firmly placed over your wrist, and another hand left to wonder around your body. His hand gently grazed your cheek, before he lingered over your neck, then found himself squeezing against once of the breasts.

You left out a soft moan, turning your head to the side as König squeezed with a little more force, before he moved the hand that pinned your wrist to the bed, and lifted his hood slightly to give his lips access to your neck.

The Sergeant kissed gently at first, before he added small bites in between them, that made your back arch with pleasure, and gradually, you found yourself start to push down against König’s crutch, that hardened at every small thrust.

“You like that, Liebling?” König asked, as his lips made their way just before your collar bone.

“More…” You moaned, before placing your hands on the fabrics of your baggy T-shirt and almost ripping it from your body as you rose briefly to do you, revealing your breasts to König, who eyed them with awe.

With urgency, König quickly put his lips toward your breast, where he kissed and licked desperately while he squeezed the other tightly, causing bubbles of skin to form in between each of the Sergeants large fingers.

“L-lower” You begged with a whisper, as your core ached for attention, and your legs widened to give König access to your sensitive lower half.

“Only if you insist…” König almost growled, before he scrapped his lips gently against your nipple, then another just above your belly button, where he then grabbed your waist with force to pull you upward.

König waited for a moment, eying your surprise with a narrowed expression, before he undid your trousers and slipped them quickly from your legs, taking your pants with them as he flung your trousers on the floor.

“You’re a mess” König exclaimed, as he grabbed your ankles and put them against either of his shoulders.

“I like it” König said, before he lowered his head in between your thighs, and kissed gently at your sensitive spot.

“Oh god!” You moaned as König began to lick desperately, his tongue moving around in circles.

Your back arched in pleasure as König ate you as if a starving man, his face buried between your thighs as he offered endless pleasure. It wasn’t long before your legs began to buckle and twitch against the Sergeant’s shoulders, who in return, grabbed your thighs harshly, and continued to eat you out.

“Please-“ You quivered, your head turning from left to right as your back jolted.

“Please what, Liebling?” König asked, lifting his head briefly to plant a couple soft kisses to the bruises on your thighs.

“I-I…” You couldn’t find the words to speak as König had already returned to licking your sensitive lower half, this time more quickly and with a little more force that sent harsher bouts of pleasure throughout your body.

“K-König…” You moaned with pleasure, your legs beginning to tighten and close around the Sergeants head.

“I’m gonna- fuck!” You shouted, gripping the bedsheets around you awkwardly as you body braised itself for an orgasm.

“For me, Liebling” König managed to groan from within your thighs as he felt your core tighten.

“Ah!” You moaned as you shot upward in an orgasm, but as your legs tried to close, König quickly held them open and continued to lick consistently.

“I-I came” You begged, but the Sergeant didn’t stop.

“K-Köni- oh my god” You whimpered as your legs begged the force of König’s hands to let them close.

Finally, König took his hands from your thighs and his head shot up quickly, allowing your thighs to tightly clamp together.

“So sweet…” König muttered to himself as he licked his lips.

After you came, you were left as a mess of sweat, spit and shivers upon the soft, silky bed, but the Sergeant wasn’t done with you yet.

“Can you take more, Liebling?” König asked, gently caressing your thighs as he awaited an answer from you.

“I-I can try, for you, König” You whimpered within your exhaustion.

“I’ll take it easy if you want-“

“No! No…I want it as hard as you can give, König, don’t hold back” You rose slightly.

“I mean it” You added.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart” König quickly removed his trousers to reveal his rock hard cock.

“Will it even fit” König asked, eying himself with pride, before he stared toward you.

“I think so, only one way to find out” You replied, before König pulled your thighs down toward his waist, and your hips closer to his own and slipped himself inside you gently.

You winced for a moment at the sudden tightness.

“Relax, Y/N” König said, stopping just around half way toward his hilt, and eying his handy work.

“I-okay” You nodded your head, and gripped the sheets above your head as König gently thrusted back and fourth, his hands gently guiding your waist opposite to his own thrusts.

Every time König thrusted inward, you felt a deep, sensitive pleasure part your lips in a moan, and twist your core with butterflies. The Sergeant seemed to notice your rising pleasure and began to quicken his pace.

“You feel so good, Liebling” König growled as he tightened the grip on your waist, to which you replied to the force with another moan.

It wasn’t long before König asked for your wrists while he thrusted, and willingly you gave them to him. The Sergeant grabbed both of them tightly, his thumbs wrapped around his index finger as he pinned you to the bed with your hands behind your head, and continued to thrust harshly.

You peered up toward König, his hood moving back and forth with the thrusts, and felt the tingles that caused your body to tremble become more sensitive, and you opened your mouth against the pleasure.

“Fuck, I love it when you moan” König grunted.

You noticed that König began to sweat slightly, as he grew closer to finishing, to which you instinctively wrapped your legs around the Sergeants back, and drove him deeper inside of you.

“GUH!” König shouted as he came inside of you and you let out a deep moan as he did so, before the Sergeant rolled to the side lazily.

For a moment, the two of you laid on the silky bedsheets, covered in sweat and saliva as you gathered your breaths.

König was the first to slowly sit up from the bed and quickly leave to room, to return with a small towel, that he used to wipe himself with gently.

König then turned to, and ran the towel down your torso, then in between your legs gently, before he threw the towel to the side.

“Do you need anything, Y/N? Water, a snack?” König asked politely, pulling you toward him to sit on his lap as he cuddled you from behind.

“Just this…” You muttered, leaning against König’s neck with exhaustion.

“Let’s get you under these covers then, Liebling” König said as he gently placed you on to the bed from his lap and briefly fluffed the pillows just above your back, before he opened the covers for you to climb inside.

You did quickly, and embraced the warmth and silkiness of the cream sheets above you, that felt cool against your naked body.

König quickly turned on a bedside lamp, and moved toward the light switch at the end of the room to turn it off, before returning to the bed and offering his arm out for you to lay on his chest.

You did without a second thought, and snuggled tightly into his arms, where you put a thigh over König’s legs and closed your eyes within the comfort.

“König, I love you, like a lot.” You whispered into the Sergeant’s chest.

“I’ve loved you for awhile now, Y/N.” König placed a long, gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Rest your eyes, Liebling, and get yourself some sleep” König whispered.

Best part of the story for sure

Tw: gore, violence, mentions of SA, PTSD and smut.

You had spend the worst part of a couple weeks worth of recuperation inside a military barracks based in Austria, owned by a private military contractor called ‘KorTac’.

During the agonising weeks of intense physiotherapy, you struggled with the lingering memories of your torture that left you feeling tired following a previous night of little to no rest. However, you were given a quiet room to yourself separate to KorTac personnel that overlooked the barracks, and gave you a nice view from your window.

Apart from regular exercise, your days were occupied with brief, but intense questioning from KorTac on the events of your capture, and wether there was any valuable information you could give them.

Although the days were bleak, and rather melancholy, you always felt a small happiness when König left a bunch of fresh flowers in a little vase on your desk, with a kind note beside them while you slept, asking if you were okay, and how you were healing up, or that he was sorry he didn’t have the time to see you.

König, however, was the one to inform you of Price’s arrival at the barracks:

“What a present surprise” You said toward König, who took a seat beside you on your bed.

“Yes, indeed. The Captain arrived earlier this morning. He wishes to speak with you once you’re rea-“

“I wasn’t talking about the captain, König” You chuckled softly as you interrupted the Sergeant.

“I was talking about you, it’s been a little bit” You beamed toward König happily.

“I-uh, yes, it has been awhile, Y/N” König said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head to extinguish a rising, uncomfortable fluster.

“I hope you liked the flowers I left, it’s not much but-“

“It’s more than enough, König” You stopped the Sergeant, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

The Sergeant looked down at you through his fabric hood once he had relaxed his shoulders.

“Your bruising’s almost gone!” König exclaimed sweetly.

“My face cleared up quicker than my body, but I’m more than ready to get back into action” You said with a sudden burst of energy that lit the dim bedroom.

“That’s…that’s why I wanted to stop by, Y/N” König sighed before he leaned forward, and rested his forearms against his thighs.

“What’s wrong” You raised your eyebrow, and narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“It’s Petrenko, we’ve found his location, Price wants the help of KorTac to assist in his capture” König said with sadness.

“That’s great news! We can finally grab the bastard!” You shot up from your bed quickly as you sneered menacingly.

“Y/N…I-I think it’s best if you stay” König stood up, peering down toward you, his eyes lowered with an integral look.

“The fuck?” You crossed your eyebrows and folded your arms.

“After what he’s done?” You added as you ground your teeth together in annoyance.

“He’s too valuable to be killed, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I think this mission will be a little to- how do I say it- close to home” König explained with a calm done.

The gentle giant loomed over you as his arms also folded.

“I don’t care, I don’t need to kill him, I just need to make sure he’s sorted, that he has what’s coming to him- And I don’t need to kill him to do that” You explained angrily in return, before you turned your body from König and found yourself leaning over the side of your desk.

“I underst-“

“You do not understand” You hissed, turning your head slightly as you did so.

Your nails dug deeply into the wood of the desk, turning your knuckles a deathly pale as you attempted to muster what composure you had to stop you from exploding.

“Y/N I-“ König stuttered before he let out another soft sigh.

You found it difficult and painful to be angry at the Sergeant, but the mention of Petrenko had ignited a once dormant flame in your chest, that now burned with a fiery anger.

“I’ll see you on the fucking field, König” You whispered, before you turned on your heels and left the room abruptly.

Your eyes watered slightly as you hoped to to hear the footsteps of König follow behind you; you wanted him to persuade you to stay, to be safe and to convince you that you didn’t need any form of revenge.

But he didn’t.

_______

This is not a revenge mission, Y/N” Price said harshly, as he sat casually by a round oak table in the conference room.

“I would kill him myself if it were, Price” You hissed angrily as you paced up and down the room, your arms folded tightly against your chest.

“We need him alive, Sergeant, it’s non negotiable.” Price replied as he put a freshly lit cigar to his lips, and inhaled gently.

You stopped pacing for a moment to gather your thoughts and looked at the grey swirls and shapes in the marble floor.

“Yep…”

Your annoyance was interrupted by the conference room doors opening suddenly, as non other than Gaz walked in awkwardly.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Gaz said casually, as he found a comfortably position to lean against the table.

“Y/N, long time no see.” Gaz offered you a friendly nod, that you returned with a patient smile.

“Last time I saw you I was a doe eyed private” You laughed for a moment, before you returned your gaze to Price, who had already lit another cigar.

“Right, let’s talk plan” Price said, before he drew your attention toward a map placed on the large, round table.

“Petrenko is in Albania, located in an underground bunker near the port of Durrës. He’s planning to provide Makarov with what we think is a missile-“ Price briefly explained, before he stood up, and lent over the table to point at a location just beside the docks on the map.

“Curtesy of Laswell, we know he’s around this location” Price tapped his finger on the map, where a small square indicated the bunker.

“She’s able to get just about any Intel, ain’t she?” Gaz remarked with a chuckle.

“Agreed, how’d she manage this?” You questioned, to which Price shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s good at what she does” The captain said before he took another pull of his cigar.

“Right then, I want you and Gaz on watch. We’re gonna need some eyes” Price said sternly.

“What we going in alone, just us three?” You said with apprehension.

“Not just us, we’re bringing along your ‘little’ Austrian friend” Price chuckled slightly.

“König?”

“If we wanna know Petrenko’s every move, he’s the best guy for it.” Price explained simply.

You felt a small pang in your chest when Price mentioned König and you began to question why he wasn’t in the room with you:

Was it because of your argument with the Sergeant?

Truth be told, you felt more than guilty for getting angry at him, but maybe, during this mission, you would have a chance to say sorry.

“When we leaving?” You asked, breaking your thought process.

“What’s the time now?” Price replied.

_______

A chill in the evening air was carried onto land by the sea that lapped against the port shores, where you and Gaz had fought your way stealthily to the roof of an industrial warehouse, overlooking the port.

The two of you were yet to have eyes on König or Price, let alone any suspicious activity that gave away Petrenko’s position.

“I should say sorry to König” You muttered to yourself as you stared down the scope of your sniper.

“Sorry for what?” Gaz turned his head away from his own scope, and eyed you with a raised brow.

“Didn’t you think you heard that, Gaz” You replied, before you let out a soft sigh.

“You lot have an argument or something?”

“I guess you could say that” You rubbed your cheek with a gloved hand, holding it there for a moment as you briefly relived your argument with the Sergeant.

“Talk to me” Gaz said, as he returned to his scope.

“He said I shouldn’t be on this mission, said it was ‘too close to home’, and I was there thinking at the time that he would be the only person agreeing that I should be on this mission. I mean, he knows what happened-“ You let yourself ramble on for a moment, to then stop yourself once you felt a slight annoyance raise your tone.

“Im surprised you were able to get around him” Gaz laughed a little, as he adjusted the scope.

“But if you want me to be frank with you Y/N, he’s probably looking out for you. You’ve both been through hell together” Gaz straightened his tone with honesty.

“And that’s why I feel guilty” You let another heartfelt sigh, that brought the onset of a small silence between yourself and Gaz.

“I’ve known you long enough to know that you feeling guilty isn’t a regularly thing. Guy must mean a bit to you” The seargent broke the silence.

“Guess so, I mean I wouldn’t put myself between him and death for no reason.” You replied.

“People have arguments all the time, Y/N wether you’re strangers, or lovers. What matters is that you just let him know you didn’t mean it. And I’m sure he’d be more than willing to forgive you.”

“I hope so…” You let your words linger in the evening air, before Gaz shifted quickly.

“I’ve got eyes on a suited man with a briefcase, come look” The Sergeant said, and with speed you looked down Gaz’s scope, and eyed the suspicious looking man.

The man walked with a purpose, nodding occasionally to a passerby, before he disappeared into a nearby, small, almost desolate looking building.

“You think Petrenko’s down there” You asked, turning back toward Gaz, who nodded.

“Best shot, in my opinion. Fits the map too”

“We’ve only got one shot” You said sternly as you looked toward the building.

“Well, technically we don’t”

“What do you mean?” You asked cautiously.

“Well…You wanna give Petrenko what he deserves, right?” Gaz asked.

“Guess so”

“Well, I’m not gonna stop you, but I’d have to make it believable.” Gaz chuckled a little, before he turned toward you with a daring expression.

“If you’ve got the balls, go for it, I’ll cover you.” The Sergeant nodded toward the yellow ladder that led to the roof exit.

“Gotta know when to take the gloves off, Sarg” He added, before he pushed your shoulder gently, in a sign to get moving.

“I owe you, Gaz” You said before you stood, and braced yourself for what would be an act of almost suicide.

You let instinct take over as you made your way for the ladder, leaving your sniper behind to replace it with your side arm; small, effective and silenced. Once you had made your way down the ladder, you kept your footsteps as quiet as possible, and wasted little time in discarding your comms device to the side, and destroying it with a strong stomp of you boot.

You found your way to the bottom of the warehouse, that was filled with boxes of ammo, and cars that had been torn apart for their metal, and their spare parts. The conversations of Petrenko’s men echoed ominously throughout the warehouse, causing the hairs on your spine to stand.

Cautiously, you found cover behind an ammo crate, where you peered quickly from its corner to analyse the current situation:

Two men stood attentively by the warehouse doors, both of them armed with assault rifles, and another 3 soldiers roamed freely around the rest of the warehouse.

‘They weren’t here earlier’ You thought to yourself as you looked from left to right.

To your advantage however, you found that a lone soldier had opened a window in the warehouse office, occupied by what seemed like his own thoughts.

That would be your escape.

With your pistol aimed in front of you, and with a bounce, you slyly crept from your cover, and made your way silently toward the office. The shadows of the warehouse, darkened by the setting sun outside proved to be of use, and kept you hidden from Petrenko’s men.

It wasn’t long before you stood silently by the office door, your back pinned between the wall, and the window beside it. You peeked through the large window thoroughly, to find that the soldier was still deep within his contemplation.

With a deep breath, you made your move:

You were fast, and efficient with every move you took, as you opened the door swiftly, and used the seconds between the soldiers unawareness to surprise to perform an execution. Covering the soldiers mouth, you placed your silenced pistol to his temple, and shot without mercy.

The soldiers head fell limply in your arms, covering your sleeves in a thick layer of blood and bodily fluid and you wasted no time in dragging the body from the office chair, and kicking it carelessly under the desk, before you turned your attention to the window.

The window was just wide enough for you to fit into, but uncomfortable enough to cause a little trouble, as you wriggled you body from the small ledge, and landed awkwardly on the concrete floor outside. Luckily, you were not spotted, as you had hoped for.

A small road stood between you and the desolate building, surprisingly, and luckily free of any of Petrenko’s men; it seemed suspicious, but your mind was run by the thought of revenge, of giving Petrenko what he deserved, and hopefully putting an end to your restless thoughts.

You were inside the desolate building within a minute, crouched just behind the front door. The small building was a wreck to say the least, and the smell of mould and metal lingered in every dusty, empty room. It was as if someone had taken a hammer to every wall of the house in a fit of rage, and left the building to rot.

Your attention, however, was toward the basement, that you wasted no time in entering, after you had checked every since corner and crevice before it for any of Petrenko’s men.

‘Strange, there should be soldiers here…’ You said to yourself, as you crept down the concrete stairs of the basement, lit by a harsh, white bulb that hung loosely from the cracked ceiling.

The stairs seemed to go on forever, until you reached the comfort of the bottom of them.

With caution you made sure that every footstep you took was silent, and every breath that you took was shallow. Keeping your side planted against the grey walls, you slowly peered over a corner, to set your eyes upon two soldiers, that guarded a heavy, iron door.

‘That must be where he is’ You affirmed to yourself.

The next step was to take the guards down, which was easier said than done, and would take more than just your fighting skills, or your sharp shooting to do so.

You took a deep breath, and began to contemplate from behind the corner, making sure you were ever so silent. You could almost feel the cogs in your brain turn and clank as you thought past every conclusion your actions could have, and as you did so, your hand, as if guided by a higher power, found it’s way toward a convenient flash bang in your belt pocket.

‘Bingo’

You had a plan, now all you needed was the confidence to carry it out…

You prepared yourself by holding your breath, and taking the flash bang from your belt, before landing a soft kiss on it. You waited a moment, allowing your nerves to calm…

You pulled the pin with force, and threw it towards the unsuspecting guards, and it landed with a ‘ping’. Moments later, you heard a violent explosion, and the blissful sounds of the two guards shouting their worries.

You made your move, and shot into the smoke that the flash bang had created, and as it dissipated, you were left with the relieving sight of the two guards on the floor.

They were dead and now nothing stood in the way of your revenge.

Urgently, you opened the heavy iron door, and upon entering at first glance, Petrenko was not inside.

Before you could even gather a single thought, you felt a heavy force connect with the side of your head, and you hit the floor painfully.

It was Petrenko, and he had anticipated your arrival, but you were not going to fail without a decent fight and your body mustered a ranging anger from your core, that gave you the strength to stand up quickly, and face the man that had left your body bruised and beaten, your mind exhausted, and had almost taken a part of your soul.

You were going to win.

You raised your hands toward your face in two tight fights, and placed your left leg behind you slightly.

“I’ve been waiting for this, for awhile” You sneered, as you noticed that Petrenko had also raised his fists, and was ready to attack.

“I make it for you, I’ll let you hit first” Petrenko teased with an evil smile.

As soon as Petrenko’s words left his lips, you were already in the middle of aiming a forceful punch into the terrorists face, that landed just bellow his eye, and caused him to fall back slightly.

Within a lowered gaze, and a bloodied face, Petrenko looked upward with narrowed eyes, and an even wider smile.

The man now launched for you, curling his shoulder as he barged you painfully, and you hit the wall with a ‘slap’ that took the breath from your lungs momentarily.

You hissed in pain through gritted teeth, but kept your composure as you noticed Petrenko rushing toward you once more, but you were ready this time.

You lifted your foot and landed a perfectly timed kick straight for the terrorists chest, that sent him flying backward.

You were done playing fair, and you wanted this to end quickly, so you took your pistol from your belt, and shot toward Petrenko, landing a bullet into his shoulder.

“Got you…” You panted, and smiled as the sound of an agonising scream that escaped Petrenko’s jaw.

Slowly, you walked toward Petrenko, who sunk against the wall as you approached, a dazed and defeated look was plastered on his face and you allowed yourself a moment of bliss before you aimed your pistol toward his head.

“History repeats itself, Petrenko…” You muttered sharply.

Before you could pull the trigger, you were shocked as the iron door opened, but you didn’t turn around as The Captain walked in quickly, accompanied by Gaz, and non other than König himself.

“Stand down, Sarg” Price shouted sternly, as he moved to stand beside you.

“You know…I still remember your face, as my men beat you…” Petrenko snickered, coughing slightly as he hissed in pain.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N, just walk away.” Price calmed his tone, and approached no further.

For a moment, you questioned why he didn’t come to take the gun from you.

Maybe he trusted you would do the right thing….

“I remember your screams and cries as I fucked yo-“ You gave Petrenko no time to finish his sentence as you shot his crotch, and the terrorist let out a high pitched scream, followed by whimpers.

You closed your eyes softly, and your chest quivered as you took a deep breath, and handed the pistol to Price, but before you left the bunker, you approached your captain, and placed a soft, gentle hand on his shoulder, and lent toward his ear.

“If you don’t kill him, by the time you get your answers…” You paused for a moment.

“God fucking help me” You let the words linger in Price’s ear, before your eyes widened at the soft contact of the Captains hand on your back.

“You did good, Y/N. Well done” He whispered in return, and let you go, where you met the eyes of König, who stared down at you with a gaze of worry.

“Take her back, König, we’ve got it from here. Make sure she gets some med attention” Price ordered as he and Gaz approached Petrenko.

“Certainly” König answered shortly.

The two of you left quickly, and made your way for the stairs, where König placed a kind hand behind your back, and rubbed it softly.

“I-I’m…I’m so sorry” You barely whispered as you paused by the stairs.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Y/N, let’s get you back” König said softly.

________

Thoroughly you packed what little clothes you had around the barracks room, loosely throwing them into a green suitcase that had sat idly and unused in your room for the best part of two months.

You moved frantically, as in if some kind of unneeded rush to leave the Barracks, when in reality, you really had no solid plans on your direction once you left but didn’t take long for you to decide that you wanted to spend your Christmas in the city; the stress of travelling home seemed too draining, let alone the thoughts of what your family would say, as you face still bared the marks of your final confrontation with Petrenko.

You felt as if the scenery of a new, busy town would provide more comfort, and you were more than happy with the idea of staying in a hotel for a little while.

Today, as a relief, you decided to wear something casual: stone washed mum jeans and a white T-shirt, which you wore with a long strap coat that sat spread out across your made up cot. It felt more comfortable than the formal uniform that you’d been wearing every day religiously for the past two or so months.

It felt nice to dress a little differently.

Grabbing your suitcase, you made you way toward the bedroom door, that knocked abruptly to your surprise.

“Come in” You said simply.

The door opened gently, revealing a timid König, that lowered his head awkwardly into the room.

“Heya, König, you off duty too?” You asked patiently, setting your suitcase to the side.

The Sergeant also wore a relatively causal outfit, if it weren’t for the camouflage trousers that covered his bottom half loosely. König wore a black shirt that complimented his broad shoulders aesthetically, and defined every muscle that the giant had.

He still wore the sniper hood like a signature.

“Just for the holidays” König said, still awkwardly leaning down into the room.

“You gonna come in or-“ You raised an eyebrow and folded your arms, letting a soft chuckle out.

“Oh, yes, of course” König said in what seemed like relief, entering the room quickly, and making himself ‘comfy’ against the side of the wall just beside the door frame he bent down from.

He looked as uncomfortable as he had a moment ago.

“You okay there, König, you’re as stiff as a pencil” You cocked your head slightly, and curled your lips in a small smile.

“I uh-verdammt” König said in defeat as he placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose against his sniper hood.

The Sergeant then shook his head briefly, and straightened himself further to look toward you.

“What are you doing?” König asked out of the blue.

“I’m just about to head of-“

“No, for the holidays, I mean” König corrected himself, and you couldn’t help but to laugh for a moment.

“I think I’m gonna stay put in a hotel for a little bit, can’t be fucked with the stress of travel. I’m more than happy to anyway” You explained casually, leaning against your suitcase with your arms folded.

“Ah, I see” König replied.

Put my whole fasussy into this, so y’all better fucking like it

Tw: Torture, mentions of SA, gore, PTSD and sex.

“For fucks sake, shoot!” You cried toward the barrel of a gun, your words stern, but jagged with exhaustion and defeat.

“Stop your fucking fumbling, pull the trigger!” You ordered once more, this time with an added anger through gritted teeth, that ground against the force of a sore jaw, swollen from a regular, repetitive, rough beating.

The tight grip of two broad Russian soldiers bent your arms uncomfortably behind you and caused your knees to buckle beneath their weight, and thud against the rough, snow covered ground -

But within your pain, your agony, your demolished hope, you still managed to ebb a menacing sneer toward the man that held a gun to the centre of your forehead. Your colleague, your comrade: König.

His face was shrouded in mystery beneath the earthy green fabric that dangled loosely upon his shoulders, but his eyes burned with hesitation.

The moments leading up to your closing demise made current circumstances seem like a present, a gift, as opposed to the three days of endless torture that your body had endured.

———

Your mission was simple: To retrieve your Sergeant from an undercover operation involving a Russian arms dealer with ties to a terrorist group known as ‘AQ’ in Chechnya.

“Keep it clean and tidy” Price sternly said through the silver telephone of a phone box that was rusted with age, and burned the nostrils with the smell of piss and filth.

“No worries, Captain, I’ll have it sorted” You replied casually, as you tapped your fingers against the broken glass of the phone box in an unknown rhythm.

“No doubt you will, Sergeant. You know what to do if things get bleak.” The captain exclaimed, before the phone line went dead, leaving a harsh, high pitch beep at the other end of the line.

You hung the phone up abruptly, before you hugged the fabrics of your long, black wrap coat around you gently, and embraced yourself for a bitter chill as you left the confined phone box.

“All done, Y/N” One of the soldiers that accompanied you said, as he held a cigarette to his lips.

“Yes, Sigri” You replied swiftly, before taking the cigarette from his hands, and placing it on your own lips.

You put your index and middle finger up toward your ear, to speak into a hidden comms device:

“See anything interesting, Luca?” You spoke into the comms briefly.

“Same same, Y/N. Warehouse still occupied with SUV’s” Luca replied casually with a thick, Russian accent as he sat patiently on top of a small, derelict building.

Sigri was a talented soldier, trained extensively in militant, dirty combat that would provide advantage if the mission so happened to turn on its side. Luca, on the other hand, provided extensive knowledge of Chechnya and could probably recite every street within its borders like the back of his hand.

The two of them were as close as brothers, but together, they were as deadly as army themselves.

Your team although small, was strong.

“Meet you down, be ready” Luca said, before the comms were met with radio silence.

As you waited for Luca, you casually dropped the cigarette from your fingers, and pressed your boot on top of it, to allow the snow beneath your feet to extinguish it.

“So, Y/N. You know this ‘König’?” Sigri asked reluctantly, crossing his arms as he stood beside you and lent casually against the phone box.

“Known him for a couple years now. Decent guy, couldn’t loose him in a crowd” You chuckled, before you looked toward the grey, clouded sky with a small sigh.

“Hopefully he’s still breathing.” You muttered to yourself.

In reality, although you wouldn’t admit it, you felt worried, and to a certain extent, the anxiety ate at you. But you wouldn’t let it stop you from completing your mission.

It was only a couple moments before Luca showed his face once he had finally made it down from the building, and approached you quickly, tucking his binoculars into a large, inner pocket of his long coat.

“Let’s get moving-“ Sigri said with a little urgency, as he turned to begin walking, and you followed.

“SUV’s a few blocks from here. Found a neat hiding place for it.” Sigri continued, to which Luca shot Sigri a frown.

“You think that terrorist will fall for that bullshit, Sig?” Luca asked with disapproval, as he crossed his arms, and shook his head from within his balaclava.

“No need to thank me for my genius, Lulu” Sigri replied, and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

The duo’s brotherly relationship had made this mission a little more easy, as they took the edge off of your anxieties with their friendly banter, and the security they brought with them.

It didn’t take long to reach the car, that stood out awkwardly like a sore thumb from within the ruins of a side street.

“If the Russians haven’t noticed this yet, they’re as blind as bats” You exclaimed as you eyed the car, and it’s fresh paint job that glistened and glowed through what sunlight managed to escape the dense clouds of the Chechnya winter.

“How do they say in English?- took words right out of my mouth” Luca added to your disapproval.

Sigri slapped his arms against his sides in retaliation, before he placed a palm against his bald, shiny head so hard that it turned the surrounding area from a brown tan, to a painful red.

“Listen, this bad boy’ll take us closer to that warehouse than walking on foot will, you know, tinted windows and all.” Sigri took his hand from his head and put it against the car with a slap.

“You better be right” You exclaimed, before you opened the passenger door and made yourself comfy in the leather seat.

“You’re driving, Luca” Sigri exclaimed, as he jumped in the back enthusiastically.

“You are too incompetent to have a driving licence, Sig” Luca replied with wit, before Sigri threw the keys at Luca, and he started the car without a second notice.

The three of you for a moment were silent, perhaps nerves had set in for the two brotherly comrades, as Luca concentrated on the road ahead, and Sigri looked outside the window intently. Your mind wondered from thought to thought, and eventually, to König; was he dead? Was this mission fruitless? Or even worse, was he hurt?

You shook the negative thoughts from your mind, and scratched the back of your head with agitation, before your contemplation was completely demolished by the sudden cheer of Sigri.

“How cute!” Sigri exclaimed as he pointed toward a group of stray dogs, as if a child.

“Huh, how sad…” You opposed Sigri’s happiness with your melancholy tone. Luca only huffed in acknowledgement.

“Reminds me-“ Sigri exclaimed, before he put his hand into his back pocket, and grabbed his wallet.

“My daughter, she’s just turned one” Sigri explained, as he fumbled through his wallet, and took one of the many photos he had of his wife and daughter from it and excitedly showed it to you.

“Your family is beautiful” You said, as Sigri handed you the photo briefly.

“His wife, amazing cook!” Luca added, in a surprisingly happy tone.

“I’ve been thinking about getting her a dog to grow up with, you know, a little company” Sigri said with warmth, as he took a couple more photos from his wallet, and stared deeply at every one of them, with a wide, happy smile.

“You have any family, Y/N. Kids?, husband? Wife?” Luca asked, as his eyes stayed fixed on the quiet road ahead.

“Oh me?-“ You said with surprise.

“No, not at all. I don’t think I’d be a good mother, don’t think I have a maternal bone in my body…” You chuckled.

“Maybe one day…” You eventually added, to which Sigri looked up from his photos briefly.

“Well, I think you’d make a wonderful mother” Sigri exclaimed with sincerity. You agreed to disagree subconsciously.

“I’ve been thinking about leaving the force, for the sake of my family. Every time I leave, I feel like I take a little bit of them with me, I can’t imagine how it must feel…” Sigri seemed to have momentarily abandoned his easy go lucky attitude, and replaced it with a certain solitude.

“You’re a talented soldier, Sigri, but I think that’s a good decision. Family comes before everything.” You said softly, before handing the photo of Sigri’s wife and child back to him, to which he placed the photo close to his heart, and closed his eyes.

“I love the-“

Sigri’s words were cut short with the sound of 2 loud bangs, that rattled the car violently.

Within seconds, your vision was clouded in red, and a creeping panic began to set in…

There was a deafening silence in the car that was interrupted by a sharp, hiss from your lips, as you felt a nagging pain throb the side of your face.

As panic set in, you urgently raised your hands toward your eyes, and rubbed them quickly to clear your vision once more. When you’d finished rubbing your eyes, you noticed a fleshy substance between your fingers that stuck to the centre of your palms.

As the ringing faded, and time seemed to slow, you turned your head upward and faced what was left of Sigri’s head. The soldiers cranium was almost split down the middle, from forehead to brow line, allowing a trail of warm crimson blood to run down his face, and enter his hanging jaw that stayed seemingly locked into place.

No life remained in Sigri asides from the spurts of blood from his neck which weakened with every passing second.

The photo that you had handed back to Sigri was covered in blood and bodily fluid, and slowly fell from the soldiers chest and onto his lap.

As you gathered your senses quickly at the sight, you turned toward Luca, who stared in what could only be described as absolute terror.

“Luca, we gotta go…” You almost whimpered as your lips quivered slightly.

There was no response from him…

“Come on, we gotta go!” You said with a little more urgency, before placing your bloodied hand on the Russians shoulder, to try to shake him from his shock.

“Come the fuck on!” You shouted, shaking the soldier violently.

Just as Luca managed to pull himself from his horror, another shot was fired from an unknown direction, and within seconds Luca began to choke on a bullet that pierced his back, and lodged its way inside his chest.

Luca gasped for air at the sudden impact, before he began to gargle and choke. The only thing you could do was stare at the fading fear in the soldiers eyes, as his face turned pale from his draining blood, and his choking began to fade.

In his last moments, and with what little strength he could gather, Luca put his force down on the gas pedal, and the car accelerated suddenly, throwing you to the side as it swerved uncontrollably before crashing into a passing car.

As you struggled to hold onto your consciousness, you caught glimpses of approaching masked soldiers, that made their way toward the car menacingly…

You regained your consciousness in a dark, damp cell with only a flickering lightbulb to illuminate the grimy walls, covered in a thick layer of black mould.

It was here that you were introduced to a man named ‘Petrenko’:

He was stone cold, and the name alone was enough to have grown men cower beneath it. The man was stern, and carried a cold brow with every expression upon his pasty white skin; he would’ve been handsome if the marks of past battles didn’t scar his face, creating an uncanny line between healed scar tissue, and wrinkled skin.

This was the man that would begin the onset of your three days of interrogation and painful torture…

——-

“What are you waiting for, big guy” The dominant voice of Petrenko bellowed from behind you, his Russian accent creating a horrendous hiss at the end of his sentence, that caused a shiver to run down your spine.

“Come on, prick, what you waiting for, shoot!” You sneered, using what little strength you had to bark at König, who peered down at you.

You had done a good job at keeping the relation between yourself and König for the most part a secret, but the façade only seemed to get weaker as the Sergeant continued to hesitate, and his hand began to tremble.

“Look at her, медведь” Petrenko growled, lowering his arm with speed to grab your scalp with force, and pull your head upward. You let out a cry of pain against the heavy force that watered your eyes, and bent your neck upward awkwardly.

“Just do it…” You whispered within a painful gulp.

“Here, let me make situation easy for you” One of the soldiers scowled toward König.

Within swift movements, the soldier lifted his leather boot, and made little effort in landing a hefty kick into the side of your head.

To your luck, unconsciousness came quickly but with what little awareness that laid dormant behind your eyes, you were just about able to hear the shouts of Russian soldiers, shouting underneath the bellowing sounds of gunfire…

———

A shock burned my chest as I watched her fall weakly beneath the enemies arms, but there was little I could do, as the piercing eyes of the enemy before me awaited my next move.

Hesitation was not an option.

Cautiously, and unwillingly, I tightened my index finger on the trigger, and slowly pulled…

The moment was interrupted suddenly with a deafening barrage of heavy gunfire and with a urgent turn of my head, I was surprised by the sudden appearance of the Captains allies.

It was the play of divine intervention, as if god had spared the life of Y/N, and saved me the struggle of dealing with the loss of someone I held ever so dear.

Now, loosing her was not an option, and I took my chance within Petrenko’s surprise to fight my way toward Y/N. My first targets were the soldiers that pinned her to the floor and before they could draw their weapons, I shot each of them with a merciless bullet and turned my sights toward Petrenko who frowned casually.

“She might die” Petrenko said bluntly, opening his arms loosely, as if the gun I pointed toward his chest was of little concern.

Before I could pull the trigger, the sound of tires screeched abruptly between the rounds of gunfire that surrounded the fountain, as a black SUV pulled up along the side road.

The door opened with urgency, and an unknown man shouted Petrenko’s name.

“Me or her, медведь” Petrenko shrugged, before he turned on his heels and made his way toward the SUV.

“Fight me like a man!” I screamed, but the coward didn’t even pause, and within moments, he had already entered the SUV.

My concerns returned to Y/N, as she lied lifeless on the concrete floor, battered and bruised by relentless beating, but within her unconsciousness, she seemed at peace.

I wasted no time in rushing toward her, and picked her up as gently, but as quickly as I could into my arms, with worry I placed my ear beside her nose and awaited her to breathe.

Although weak, she was still breathing.

“König, what the fuck!” A soldier said as they approached the fountain, before they set eyes on Y/N within my arms.

There expression of anger quickly turned to one of concern.

“What she still alive?” The soldier asked with surprise.

“Just about- need to get her out of here now!” I ordered toward the soldier.

The soldier then turned behind him, and shouted for the assistance of a medic, who drew himself from the firefight quickly to throw over a small, green box that was a med kit.

“This should sort her out for the time being, König.” The soldier said, before he handed me a piece of paper, and a set of car keys.

“Couple blocks from here is an evac vehicle, should have enough juice to take you to Nikolai. Co-ords’ are on that paper. Don’t be late; Prices orders” The soldier explained briefly before he pointed westwardly.

“Now haul ass before you end up like her” The soldier said as he turned toward the fight once more.

“Better come up with a good excuse, by the way” The soldier muttered as he ran back to his army.

I did have a good excuse, and the excuse was her. She was important, more important that Petrenko, and more important than she probably realised.

I tightened my grip of Y/N, before I made a run for it, weaving in between soldiers that held the fire fight to an advantage, and the debris of their battle.

The streets ahead were dense with smoke, and filled with concerned citizens that ran in the opposite direction of the gunfire.

This was my advantage, and allowed me to slip past enemy eyes unseen, as I found my way toward the evac vehicle: a decently sized Land Rover.

Quickly I opened the car door, and placed Y/N gently on the passenger seat. Medical attention would have to wait, as the main priority would be to get her away from the carnage of this battle.

I ran toward the driver seat door, and opened it with force as I practically flung myself inside the Rover before sticking the keys urgently into the ignition.

The engine roared with life, and shook the car beneath my feet with power; she was as ready to go as I was. I quickly punched the co-ordinates into the Rover’s sat nav and wasted no time in placing my foot on the accelerator, and leaving the streets of Chechnya.

As every minute passed, I made sure I kept an eye on Y/N.

______

Upon awakening, you were greeted with an unwelcome headache, that caused a painful groan to escape your lips. As you became more conscious, an onset of worry began to muster an unknown strength within your exhaustion, and your body shot up like a rocket.

Your sudden burst of anxiety was fizzled as your head made contact with the top of the car window.

“Hey, hey!” A familiar Austrian spoke softly from the drivers seat beside you, before a large, pale hand found its way toward your knee and placed itself calmingly upon it.

“It’s okay, Y/N” As if his words magic, and his touch witchcraft, you felt your anxieties fade. Your body relaxed against the car window.

“W-what happened, König?” You asked once the Sergeant’s hand found its way back to the steering wheel.

“Got you out, now relax yourself” The Sergeant said, his eyes fixated on the barren road ahead.

A gentle ray of orange sunshine illuminated the tarmac road ahead, covered by a sickly layer of sludgy snow that was blackened by car tires. A vibrant sunset painted the clear sky in softened hues of azure and apricot, as the sun burned an orange-gold from the east.

You didn’t dare ask how long König had been driving for, as you last recalled the harsh light of the cold morning.

“Where we going?” You asked as you struggled to find a comfortable position against the passenger seat, eventually making do with keeping your head against the car window.

“Home, we’ll be there soon” König said, his eyes continued to concentrate on the road ahead.

With a groan, you turned your gaze to the Sergeant, who’s broad shoulders seemed locked in tensely. Your eyes made their way toward König’s hands, that kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, so much so, that his knuckles where almost as white as the snow outside.

“There’s something wrong” You said sternly, as your throat croaked within a nagging pain.

Your words lingered within the car, almost bouncing awkwardly off the car’s surfaces and back into your throat as you choked on the harsh silence created by König.

He was frustrated.

“Who sent you?” The Sergeant finally broke the silence, his eyes still glued on the road.

“Myself.” You replied sharply.

“Price was against the ide-“

“Price was right to be!” König’s soft tone had turned to one of annoyance.

You gulped down your sadness at the sudden harsh tone of the Sergeant, and turned slowly to face the scenery.

From east to west, the road was surrounded by fields of barren grass underneath a blanket of snow, that stopped beyond a line of tall, menacing pine trees that waved westwardly in the winter breeze.

A hearty sigh left the fabrics of König’s mask before he slowed the car, and pulled up against the side of the road.

Only then did the Sergeant turn toward you, his eyes narrowed with an expression you couldn’t read.

“You could’ve died.” König said, his soft tone returning with his words.

You nodded in reply, as you struggled to face the Sergeant within the aching pains of your beaten body.

“I know, König, but you’ve known me long enough to know that I won’t.” You managed to let out a soft chuckle.

“Besides, nobody was gonna’ turn me against looking for you, you went silent for 2 months!” You retorted after a moment, a hint of worry in your expression as your eyebrows crossed slightly.

“You could’ve died trying to save me. It’s the same thing, so don’t have a go at me!” You snapped at König.

“And I am no criminal for being worried…” König’s words hung in the air for awhile, and opened a large pit in your plexus, that clawed it’s way to your heart; his words cut deep.

_____

You’d first met the Sergeant at a small bar in Brussels, after a mission well done, and Price called for a ‘platoon piss up’. Within some drunken confidence, you found the gentle giant on his lonesome in the beer garden, occupying himself with a cool larger and a head toward the nights sky, as if captivated by what little stars occupied it, or the light of the crescent moon.

Similar to Lieutenant Riley, König often kept his mask on, in both professional and casual circumstances, but upon your first introduction, the Sergeant wore a simple balaclava.

Your first words to the Sergeant were awkward to say the least:

“You enjoying your own company or can I take a seat next to you?”

Your question was met with a deafening silence, before the Sergeant finally mustered a response from within what seemed like a nervous swallow.

“If you wish-“

From a simple conversation, the Sergeant and yourself grew closer over time, forming a close, tight net friendship and a deep respect for the gentle giant. Although benevolent, König was merciless in the field, and a man of very few words toward his team.

But as time passed, you noticed that the Sergeant offered much more than just an order, or a request, as opposed to the one word answers he offered his team regularly; König offered you his advice, his care, and his worry.

With every operation the two of you were together, König never failed to make sure you were safe, wether that be through comms if it so happened to be that you weren’t ordered to stay next to him.

For a moment, your mind trailed back to the time you were awarded your Sergeant rank after returning from an operation turned evacuation of innocent citizens, after gathering Intel on a territorial group with Russian ties known as ‘AQ’. The fond memory drifted toward a moment you shared between yourself and König soon after your promotion, as the two of you sat peacefully under the stars of a cool, British night.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, you know” You broke the silence with your honest words, allowing your hands to slip back behind you, and linger just beside the Sergeants, only inches from touching his fingers.

“You were more than capable without my help, Y/N.” König said from beneath his casual balaclava.

You remembered a feeling of sadness nib at your heart strings at the Sergeants answer and with what seemed like impulse, you turned to face König, and took his hand gently within yours.

You remembered the swift turn of the Sergeant as you curled both hands around his own, that occupied almost all the space of your palms.

König seemed shaken as you peered into his dilated eyes, that widened within your gentle touch.

“I mean it, König. You’ve done a lot for me, more than I can pay you back for.” You chuckled gently, offering the Sergeant a sweet smile and a warm gaze.

Within König’s fluster, you noticed his attempt to match your gaze with his own, but his doe eyed expression brought on another onset of sadness.

“I-I…scheiße” König finally managed to divert his blue gaze from you, and stare at the floor.

“You’re all sweet when you’re flustered” You said within the silence, and from your sentence, you could’ve swore you heard König’s heart jump out of his chest.

———-

Upon returning to reality, you uneasily met eyes with the Sergeant, your lids lowered slightly in a pitiful sorrow, as if a child in trouble, underneath the angered eye of a parent.

“Have you nothing to say, Y/N?” König pushed.

His gaze burned a hole at the back of your skull.

“I’m sorry, König…” You felt as if arguing your reason with König was fruitless, and instead, you embraced your fault as you continued to stare at König, who’s pupils dilated at your reply.

It seemed that the Sergeant had accepted your apology, as he allowed his shoulders to relax, and his head to tilt back against the drivers seat.

König angled his head downward to stare at you, before lowering his eyelids to show a sympathetic gaze before he left out a soft, but heavy sigh from his nostrils, that lifted the fabric of his mask gently.

“Have you seen what they’ve done to you, Y/N.” König said, his eyes fixated on each and every bruise that covered your face, neck, and what was exposed of your hands, that had been conveniently bandaged, presumably by König.

You wriggled your wrists from within the softly woven bandages.

“We- I, didn’t have time to check you over completely, but I managed to clean up what I could see.” The sergeant said, upon noticing that you had finally paid attention to your bandaged hands.

You took this time to awkwardly feel for any more bandages on your body, to which you painfully found that a multitude of large medical plasters made their way awkwardly along you back, upon sticking a hand up the back of your shirt. As your hand made it’s way to a more comfortable position on your lap, you found that another large bandage covered the side of your stomach.

For a moment, you stared silently at your hands, before you took a deep breath and lifted yourself upward, and leaned a little to the left to look at the rearview mirror.

Your eyes watered at the sight…

Two large bruises began to form along your cheek bones either side of your face, which had caused a blood vessel to burst, and paint the whites of your left eye a crimson red. Dried blood stained either side of your purple, bruised lips that quivered slightly at the sight of your beaten face.

You blinked slowly as your hands made their way along your neck, to where a dark red bruise formed jaggedly.

Carelessly, you fell back into the passenger seat, and looked toward your bandaged palms once more, closing them tightly as you held your breath, and allowed your chest to quiver.

“I-I didn’t know it was that bad…” You finally admitted, once you allowed yourself to breathe again.

“Well, at least I’m still breathin’” You murmured to yourself, before turning toward König, and offering him a gentle smile.

“Hey, listen, I’d rather it be you than me…” You let out softly.

Your kind words were met with frustration from König, as he shook his head.

“Your lack of care for yourself angers me.” König said.

“Do you not think about how others would feel if-“ König paused, before pinching his nose against the fabrics of his hood.

“I know, König, I know. But I don’t like the thought of loosing people I like either. You’re a good man, I don’t want anything to happen to you…” You croaked slightly, as you let your body, your impulse, but your honesty allow the words to flow sincerely from your tongue.

You felt a lot of things for König, and it had been this way for awhile now; the thought of loosing your comrade seemed almost as painful as loosing yourself, and something he didn’t deserve.

Wether it was your easy kindness, or the close net friendship you had with König, you had sworn to yourself subconsciously awhile ago to protect him.

The Sergeant paused, before turning the keys to start the car engine once more, but before König began to drive, he turned to you with a stern look.

“How about we make a bargain” König asked, rather out of the blue-ly.

“Go on, I’m listening” You allowed a warm smile to curl your bruised lips.

“Let’s try to keep ourselves alive, and away from stupid decisions-“ König said in a warm tone, before placing one hand on his chest.

“F-for eachother’s sake” The Sergeant stuttered slightly, before he offered his large hand for a hand shake.

“Okay, you have yourself a bargain, big guy. Deal” You chuckled, and from within the fabrics of the König’s mask, you felt the warm energy of a friendly smile.

This is the song I’m currently writing the most filthy, leg twisting, head swaying, back arching, toe curling, cover grabbing smut to.