Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 8 🖕
Weeks passed and went by so quickly I couldn't really grasp how time flew by. Every day was so busy I wasn't doing much more than wake up, train, eat and sleep. Sometimes we managed to hang out and have some fun, though König would never participate. Hanging out with him could only be done away from too many distractions, but we eventually met from time to time at the back of the warehouses, thus making it our unofficial hanging spot.
Now outside of the gym after another long day of training, the only thing which kept me standing was the idea of a nice and warm shower. My sweat drenched my shirt in a way that made me proud of my efforts, but it was also starting to bother me deeply. A frustration of being grimy, only driven by the future satisfaction of feeling clean. My mind was locked on my soon liberation when a figure appeared in front of me, cutting me out of my tracks.
Kevin.
The simple vision of his smirk made me done with him already, even though he hasn't said anything yet. My exhausted self just stopped in front of him in hopes my annoyed face would give enough of a hint to piss off.
It didn't.
"Hey there Kitten!"
"Stop calling me that" I scowled, my tone as cold as ice.
But he continued like he couldn't read how his presence alone gave me murderous impulses. His roaming gaze was followed by a disgusting wolf-whistle. He then took an exaggerated raspy voice that made him look even dumber, a not so rare exploit I had the pleasure to witness again.
"Look at you, so worked up... Damn, isn't your boyfriend a lucky guy?"
I didn't know how I managed to stay calm, because my primal urges were begging me to crush a knee into his crotch. Instead, I only pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled an over dramatic sigh.
After the shooting test incident, it only took him a week to come back and annoy the shit out of me. It was mostly dumb catchphrases that made the others laugh, but even my patience has limits…
And he grazes them far too much.
I glided my hand up to my forehead, brushing away some wet hair strands on the way, debating if I should just suggest him to go fuck himself with his right hand while it's not broken.
"Why would you care?" I grunted as I exhaled again.
"I just do. Oh, but don't tell me… You don't have a boyfriend?" he insisted.
Urgh, someone, anyone, make him shut up before I do!
The look in Kevin's eyes told me exactly what his intentions were. It was painted all over his face. A view that only confirmed to me that, no matter what I would say, he wouldn't stop pursuing this little warped fantasy of his.
I can't stand the way he invades my personal space, leaning in too close, his eyes lingering on me as if he expects me to be enchanted by his unwanted advances. I'm fucking done being his little personal challenge to conquer.
He stepped closer and, before I could say anything, heavy footsteps followed by a deep voice stopped Kevin on the spot.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
As I saw König over Kevin's shoulder, a rush of relief washed away all the tension I was trying to control. König had that power on me, refraining my urges to always be tough and surly. This was a new kind of tranquility my subconscious gladly welcomed. However, I still kept a mask of annoyance as I looked back at Kevin.
"You're deaf? Fuck off, now," hissing my words like venom.
Kevin slowly turned his head to glare at what was towering him, his expression showing a mix of irritation and embarrassment. He probably wasn't expecting anyone to interrupt and spoil his 'moment', surely even less by one of KorTac's biggest threats. But it wasn't long before he regained his well known cocky demeanor.
"And what are you doing here? You're following your sniper girlfriend around?" he gloated.
Kevin's head turned back to me with a smirk, as if I should feel impressed. König's body on the other hand didn't do much as flinch, like he tried to hold an impulse back. His presence became somber, his voice lowering into a menacing growl.
"Do yourself a favor and learn your place: leave right now if you don't want a new report with your name on it."
Kevin opened his mouth to say something in return, but stopped when König shot him a warning glare. Kevin's gaze darkened as he gave me a nasty look, one that I gladly returned. He knew König had the power, and the will, to carry out his threat.
Kevin only twitched his tongue and left with a clear look of frustration plastered all over his face. He mumbled something, but I couldn't care less. I smiled and waved at him as he walked away, my hand slowly forming into a middle finger. König chuckled lightly at my childish behavior as he tilted his head in amusement.
"You're quite the character, aren't you?"
"With magnetic properties it seems, since I only attract assholes" I blurted out.
Still looking toward where Kevin left, I somber deep in thoughts of what just happened, asking myself if I should report him for real, wondering if it won't do more bad than good.
As silence was the only sound filling my ears, my field of thoughts suddenly stopped itself with the realization of what I just said to König.
"I wasn't talking about you" I quickly added to correct my last statement.
König brows furrowed as he looked down at me, his expression softening slightly toward the end. I was strangely getting used to how some of his emotions were showing through his eyes, a secret code only a few knew the combination of.
"I know," König said rather calmly. He then turned around and started walking toward the barracks.
"Even though you sure had your way to attract my attention as well," he added, out of nowhere, a hint of mischief now present in his tone.
He could be so blunt at times, but I eventually learned how he wasn't someone to wrap his words with a coat of courtesy.
He didn't bother to check if I was following him as he fully expected I would do so, and I proved him right since I quickly caught up to his pace.
"You mean our first sparring match, right?" I asked. "Speaking of which, I still wonder what you expected when you asked a poor thing like me to fight against you," I added with a mischievous smirk.
König raised an eyebrow. The look he was giving me was quite intense, like he was trying to gauge my words; Was I implying something? Or was I just messing with him? The latter was the correct answer of course, and he knew it.
"I know a good fighter when I see one," König said calmly as he slowed down his pace. "I simply wanted to see how you would fair against an opponent like myself."
Still looking in my direction, his expression shifted to amusement as he spoke again.
"You held out far longer than I expected," he admitted, "So I guess you proved to be a bit tougher than a 'poor thing'."
His words made me smile. And, coming from a quiet force like him, it only made my joy more perceptible.
"Ah? So, what am I in your book then?" I playfully inquired.
He made a guttural sound as he thought about what to say in return.
"Well, I guess you're a bit of a 'tough cookie' in my perspective," he said with a sigh, "Though, a pain in the ass might be a better way to describe you," he teased.
I scoffed as I continued to walk beside him.
"Don't lie, I know you can't get enough of me!" I teased while faking an innocent look.
"You wish" he only chuckled.
We continued to walk alongside each other toward the barracks, making small talks all the while. When we arrived at the entrance, I let out a satisfied sigh as the craving to take a shower only grew stronger the closer we got to the building.
König, being slightly ahead of me, grabbed the door handle and opened it for me.
"After you."
I thanked him and walked past him. As I glanced behind me, I saw König only leaning lazily against the door frame, his gaze fixed on me as I entered.
"You're not going in?" I asked as he loomed over me, arms folded across his chest while his head slightly tilted to the side. His expression shifted once again to something more serious and emotionless as he gazed down at me.
"Nah," he replied, "I still have some things to do."
He lowered his arms back to his sides as he turned around. "Enjoy your shower," he concluded in a rather friendly tone before walking away.
I stayed in the entrance for a few seconds as I wondered why he walked with me then.
Wait, was it to prevent Kevin from bothering me again?
Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 7 🍺
After our return to base, everyone helped out to put back the various gears and equipment to their designated areas. König and I were tasked with returning the weapons to the armory.
Initially, we both were grabbing a handle of the big storage box. However, König decided to handle the box alone after a short while—deeming it was more efficient that way. He assured me it wasn't that heavy, so I didn't insist. While the weight was manageable for two, his solo handling of the box highlighted once again just how strong he was.
After sorting the box's contents, I took a moment to stretch while glancing at the wall clock. We were late in the afternoon, but it was still too early for dinner. In essence, it was the perfect time for a break.
"Hey, fancy grabbing a beer with me?" I offered.
König stayed silent as he processed my suggestion, carefully weighing the pros and cons.
"Where?" he finally inquired.
I smiled and gestured with my hand to follow me. "Behind the north warehouses. No one ever goes there."
Given his reserved nature, I easily guessed the usual hustle and bustle of a bar wasn't an option with him. He followed me without adding anything and we picked up some beers on the way.
We sat next to each other at the sole table of the secluded spot. As we gazed at the sunset, the both of us stayed silent. It was peaceful here, far removed from the usual commotions of the base.
I opened my bottle and took a sip, thus experiencing the tangy flavor on my tongue. I couldn't help but make a small face; I always had a hard time getting accustomed to the peculiar taste.
"How come you didn't tell everyone that you beat me?" König asked, breaking the silence with that thick accent of his that leaned a certain charm to the words. "I really thought you'd boast about it"
I take a moment to consider his observation. It's true that, deep down, I would have loved to rub it in his face. Yet, something always told me that no one would have believed me if I did. I took another sip of my beer before answering, grimacing slightly as I swallowed the bitter liquid.
"I don't know, maybe 'cause I'm new here? It felt weird to do so," I started. "Also, the idea of someone being annoyingly teased just because a woman beat their ass isn't what I call a victory."
His blue eyes remained fixed on me, attentively listening to my words. He hadn't opened his bottle yet, his gloved hand was just holding it.
"I mean, I don't assume that's what would have happened," I added, "but I can imagine that taking down the almost 7' beast would have made some noise."
The 'beast'.
König couldn't resist smirking audibly at my choice of words. He cracked open his beer and raised it under his mask, tilting his head as he took a sip, not giving much more to see of his face than I already had. He returned his beer to the table with a contented sigh.
"Thanks for your concerns, but the people here know very well not to come and get me," he stated matter-of-factly.
"If you say so. I've just encountered so many disingenuous folks, can't help but be careful now," I rebooted.
The expression in his eyes was mixed: partly confused, yet understanding of my perspective.
"What happened to make you think that way?" he inquired curiously.
"A lot as you can guess, but what about you? You must have a reason to hide your face," I asked back, subtly avoiding his last question in the process.
His eyes remained fixed on his bottle, likely debating again whether telling me was worth it or not. I let him be and took another small sip of my drink. After placing my bottle back on the table, König's answer finally came.
"There are things, especially from my past, that I prefer to keep hidden."
He sighed as his hand went to gently rub his face beneath his hood. I offered him a soft smile in hopes to alleviate any discomfort.
König's body relaxed when he understood that I wasn't going to insist. Though, his hand stayed under the hood accompanied by a soft scratching noise, raising my curiosity again. Maybe the rumors were true? Maybe he really was hiding something gruesome behind that mask of his? Yet, it felt like there was something more profound at stake.
I watched as König took another sip of his beer, nearly emptying half the bottle in two swallows. As I continued to observe him, my fascination deepened. It was as if I were compelled to unravel the secrets hidden beneath that mask, seeking the man obscured behind it.
But, should I? Or, wouldn't it end up in a poor repetition of the Pandora tale?
'Curiosity killed the cat' isn't an empty saying after all.
…But, what about kittens?
"Would it be alright if I touched it?" The words rolled off my tongue as I was thinking out loud. "Your face, I mean" I quickly added, now too deep to turn back.
He seemed taken aback when he turned his head to me, but the surprise faded when he saw I wasn't trying to joke around. He seemed conflicted, yet also... intrigued.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally nodded and bent his head toward me, lessening the distance between us.
A bit hesitant at first, his eyes displayed his determination to go forth with it nonetheless. So, I cautiously lifted my hand from the table, taking my time to gradually extend my fingers towards him. It was as if I were approaching a wild animal, affording him the opportunity to flee if necessary. All the while, my eyes were ensnared in the depth of his resolute stare.
As I approached his hood, I slipped my palm beneath it. My middle finger encountered something smooth, fabric-like. It was the balaclava he wore in addition to his hood. He twitched slightly at the first contact, but he didn't voice any further objection.
I identified his chin as I brought my other fingers there. Slowly, I moved them around his cheek, attempting to discern his features. Unfortunately, the fabric covering his skin muffled most of what I could grasp from this little touching session. The contours of his jaw, cheek, and temple were melted into a smooth and soft surface.
König's hand suddenly went under his hood without warning. He abruptly adjusted the lower part of his balaclava and tucked it under his chin. My eyes widened while my body jolted with surprise, my hand frozen in place as I feared any further movement would cause something else to happen.
"It tickled" König remarked, and curiosity winned me back instantly.
I resumed my previous motion and delicately explored König's cheek with my digits. Despite not being able to see a thing, I could feel much. I was able to grasp a faint stubble tickling my fingertips; based on how it pricked my skin, he probably shaved 3 or 4 days ago. As my fingers moved downward to his chin once more, I detected a slight dent on the way, likely a scar.
My finger continued to carefully trace his jawline—strong.
Then his nose—well-defined.
Finally his lips—soft and slightly wet from the beer he drank just a minute ago.
His eyes didn't leave me for a second, my own following the path my fingers were taking as if I could see through the fabric in between. He maintained a profound silence, to the extent even his breath was almost imperceptible.
I felt more indents that were scar-like all around. My finger twitched on its own when it encountered another, larger one that extended from his eye to his upper lip. While I couldn't precisely map out every detail of his face, one thing was crystal clear: his face bore plenty of scars.
"It wasn't the battlefield that did this to you, was it?"
The words slipped from my lips quicker than I could think about them, revealing some of my concerns away.
He hesitated for a moment while my hand rested on his cheek, my thumb gently brushing over one of his scars as if I was attempting to soften it in some ways. His skin had healed, yet a part of me wished for any left trauma to fade away.
"It was my dad" he finally replied.
I froze, but he didn't elaborate further. I carefully withdrew my hand and he readjusted his balaclava to its previous state, concealing his facial features even under his mask.
The urge to prob further nagged at me, but I stopped myself from prying any deeper. However, the meaning behind his answer was troubling me. How could a parent… to their own child? Even without having seen them, it wasn't that hard to figure out those scars weren't left by accident.
"So they're the reason you hide your face?" I only inquired.
"I guess. And, I don't know—I've kinda gotten used to it," he answered rather quickly this time.
Releasing a deep sigh, he finished the remainder of his beer without another word, definitively closing the topic. I picked up my own bottle and took several audible gulps too, as if the sour liquid would somehow wash away the uneasiness of the situation.
We watched the sun set as it was painting the surroundings in shades of orange, some rays reaching and reflecting on my hair. I could feel König's gaze on me, but my eyes stayed on the tranquil scenery before us as my eyelids were getting slightly heavier.
"You're the first person in a long time I've let acknowledge them. Well, you haven't seen them directly—but still," he confessed.
In that moment, it became evident to me that König and I shared a lot in common. I too had my own, invisible scars that I wasn't ready to share yet. Our eyes met and we exchanged somewhat of a silent comfort. König then chuckled as he dropped his arms back on the table surface, causing it to tremble.
"You know, at first you seemed like a bit of a troublemaker. I even had some concerns about your case. But now I must admit that I was wrong, you seem like a decent person."
His sudden confession elicited laughter from me.
"Of course I am, you must have been blind to not see it sooner!" I gloated.
"Don't make me regret my words" he quipped.
A new gleam lit up his eyes as I nudged his shoulder in a playful protest. We shifted on lighter topics as the sun continued its slow descent, enjoying our time together before it would get too late to do so.
And that, my friends, is what I call an unusual, yet successful team building.
Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 6 🧗♀️
Days have passed since the shooting test and today was finally the day to head for a "real" mission, one with guns, gears, adrenaline and… yet, another briefing.
And so here I was, sat in the meeting room, waiting for the mandatory reunion to begin. My knee jumped on its own as excitement blended with anticipation into a nice melting pot. While I was trying to gain control of my own impatience, someone suddenly plopped down onto the seat next to me, making me flinch in surprise. It wasn't unusual for my colleagues to have the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but still.
I shot an immediate glare at the boor who so rudely interrupted my self therapy session, only to be greeted by the sight of the Austrian I hadn't seen since the shooting test. König, on the other hand, wasn't even addressing a glance toward me, appearing completely indifferent to my presence. I was about to open my mouth when someone else grabbed everyone's attention to start the meeting.
I exhaled as I crossed my arms on my chest, choosing to focus rather on what was at hand for now. The mission was going to be a reconnaissance one. Nothing thrilling, but any intel was valuable at this point if I understood correctly.
After the meeting, everyone got to their assigned tasks. My team hit the road, going there by the wheels. König remained silent, occasionally glancing in my direction, but whenever our eyes met he swiftly averted his gaze.
Before long, we reached our intended location. We split up to cover the area, maintaining vigilance despite the place looking indeed deserted.
As I approached some abandoned buildings with my gun in hand, an eerie feeling crept over me—as if something or someone was trailing behind. A quick glance over my shoulder revealed König, following me while keeping a cautious distance.
Should I say something? But, is he even really following me? After contemplating the matter, I chose to continue on my route, allowing events to unfold naturally.
König trailed silently behind me, his boots making subdued sounds on the packed dirt. I entered the first vacant building and began my inspection.
He stayed outside and looked around before eventually catching up to me.
"All clear?" he asked.
I lifted my gaze to observe him standing by the main door frame; his helmet almost reached its apex, his imposing figure nearly filling the entire space. In that fleeting moment, I couldn't help but marvel at the wonders nature could create on this earth; even though it occurred to me that König might have taken more lives than contributed to it whatsoever.
"Almost, I still need to check upstairs if it's clear too." I replied.
König nodded and shifted his gaze to the ceiling behind me, then returned his look, seemingly raising an eyebrow.
"Do you need help?" he inquired.
Confused, I turned around and noticed that the stairs were in rather poor condition. Also, the next floor also appeared somewhat distant from the ground. Considering both of our stature, it was obvious who had to climb up. Unperturbed by this conclusion, I headed myself towards the opening in the ceiling.
"Yes, give me a hand please."
König nodded and approached. Using his hands, he created a step for my foot and provided a boost, keeping a close eye on me as I climbed up.
Once upstairs, I explored the area. However, I found nothing of significance: the place had some mundane, discarded items here and there as some scattering of cigarette butts.
After confirming the emptiness of the second floor, I retraced my steps to the opening and bent down in front of it.
"It's all clear, I'm going down." I warned.
König glanced up as I promptly settled myself on the edge of the hole, ready to jump downstairs. However, doing so made me realize how far up I was. Jumping down on my own was not a good idea after all.
"Erm… Can you catch me?" I asked hesitantly, "I'd rather not hurt myself on my first mission."
König met my gaze before his arms extended in my direction. As he spoke, his voice tinged with a touch of amusement.
"You should consider yourself lucky I'm the one here and not Kevin. I can't imagine how he would have taken advantage of the situation."
A bit surprised with the sudden mention of my nemesis, I chuckled.
"Don't get me started, I would leap off a 10-story building rather than seek his help!" I jested with a grain of truth.
König had his hands raised just below me, ready to catch me, so I dropped down. He effortlessly gripped my waist, his large hands fully cupping it. While I expected him to set me down, I instead noticed his eyes narrowing as a smile probably grew on his lips. Instead of placing me on the ground immediately, he raised me slightly as to make his point.
"I would catch you even if you fell from a 10-story building," he stated like a matter of fact. He finally lowered me to the ground rather softly, his gaze fixed on mine.
"Sure you could!" I chuckled, "But let's hope we'll never need to come to such desperate measures."
König stood back up fully, making his imposing figure a stark contrast to mine again. We resumed our thorough examination of every building in our area. Occasionally, we engaged in casual chit chat. While not being a particularly extensive talker, König still shared some context about the overall mission.
After inspecting the last building, silence settled between us again as we made our way back to our vehicles. My eyes fell onto König's gloved hand and I could almost see the biting mark through it. At first, I thought about what I could say to tease him, but the prospect of having to fight against him again was in fact not a very appealing one.
"Uhm, you know, I'd like to properly apologize for biting you last time—it wasn't really bright of me to do" I finally said as I wanted to make sure there wasn't any bad blood left between us.
König remained silent for a bit. Having spent some time with him now, I found it less unsettling than before. He sighed as he looked down at me. His blue eyes remained cold, yet they held hints of content.
"You're still thinking about that?" he asked with a shrug. "You have nothing to apologize for," he added after a moment of pause. "If anything, I should have been the one to be more careful."
It still felt a bit surreal to be able to communicate together without being at each other's throats, like we hadn't fought for our lives merely days ago. I guess we really just got off on the wrong foot.
"So, we're good? Off to best buddies now?" I chuckled with a cheeky smile.
As we continued walking, he spoke up with the most relaxed tone I've heard from him so far.
"Yeah, we're good," he said as he turned his face toward mine, "as long as you don't try to sink your teeth into me again," he added jokingly.
"As long as you don't duel me again," I retorted, "or else I might really start to think you enjoyed it."
His eyebrows shot upward and he let out a hearty chuckle.
"Don't tempt me."
König then got silent as he looked straight ahead. After a few more moments, his tone became solemn once again.
"I'm not a big fan of showing emotions," he confessed, "but I have to admit: I appreciate having someone around who knows how to keep things interesting."
He then continued to walk toward our vehicle without another word, effectively closing the conversation. For the first time in a while, I found myself at a loss for words, so I trailed behind him in silence.
What an interesting development indeed, I thought.
Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 5 🔫
As I was finishing preparing my rifle in the storage room, I noticed König glancing at me. Memories of our match came in, some of his warnings too. Even when I took a quick shower this morning I noticed new bruises on my back and arms, yet another reminder of what could happen if König decided to turn his threats into reality.
It wasn't long before his sharp accent came to my ears again.
"You're ready?"
I gave him a side eye and nodded silently, settling on the strategy of not digging my own grave as soon as I open my mouth around him.
Like yesterday, guessing his current emotional status was difficult without a face to look at. My only hint was his voice, but it was plain neutral. The large man looked around, then gestured towards the nearby shooting range.
"Alright, let's see what you've got then."
He strongly patted my shoulder and left with long strides. I couldn't really decide if this was an attempt to encourage me or, on the contrary, to put pressure on me again. Nonetheless, I followed him and saw that the other recruits were already in position. I joined them and took place at the end of the range, then waited quietly for instructions.
But Kevin, the annoying shit next to me, didn't share that point of view it seemed. He whispered to me without really caring if people around us could hear him.
"Hey Kitten, aren't you worried? You know that you have a reputation that sticks to your ass, right?"
I kept my gaze in front of me, resolved to not let any of his words phase me. I was starting to get used to the character: only mouth, no guts. As his miserable taunt remained unanswered, he scoffed.
"If you can't make it up to it doll don't worry, I'll take care of it."
He had a snide glint in his eyes as a smirk hung about his lips. He really looked as dumb as he sounded, his American accent not helping his case.
I then noticed how his sleeves were rolled up, proudly exposing his scratched forearms. In the last hand-to-hand combats, Kevin saw fit to provoke me and my response may have left him with a lovely souvenir—just like I did with König's hand now that I think about it. The only downside being him calling me "Kitten" ever since.
I stared ahead of me again, focusing on the training area and the impending tests that lay ahead. Soon, one of the instructors spoke up, providing a brief recap of what to expect.
"Alright, let's begin. The targets range roughly from 20 up to 100 feets away from your positions. You'll have to handle your reloads and adjust your setup when necessary, there will be no breaks. Any questions before we start?"
Kevin's voice erupted by my side, sending direct shivers down my spine. His voice was so irksome, especially to my ears, that I couldn't help an annoyed expression to claim my face.
"Yes sir! Will the best win something?" he queried with evident mischief.
I felt Kevin gaze on me again. Of course this was a "hidden" duel request. I stayed silent but oh god, he had his ways to crawl under my skin. I couldn't help but to wonder what was worse between having to put up with him all morning or to face the consequences of shooting him in the foot.
König glanced at Kevin, but chose not to comment on his cocky attitude.
"We will only be taking into consideration your accuracy score. This is an evaluation of your progress within the shooting range, not a contest." he stated, his tone alone implying that it was better for Kevin to keep quiet.
Kevin scoffed but didn't reply. He instead lowered his voice again and whispered to me: "May the best win, Kitten."
I was already committed to taking this test seriously anyway, but now, I had the additional mission to shut Kevin's mouth once and for all. The instructor resumed like nothing happened, his voice monotone but still helding an imposing presence.
"Alright, the test begins on 3, 2, 1… Weapon's free!"
Loud gunshots were heard throughout the shooting range as the targets started to move. I aimed for the heads when I could, refraining any hesitation to creep in.
When they checked for accuracy points they kept the results silent, probably to avoid any childish competition among some. Kevin's cocky smile was mostly gone, but I refrained myself from looking at him too much as the less interaction with him, the better.
Later came the test for ranged weapons and I sighed in relief: seeing we could only go one after the other would mean I wouldn't have to bear Kevin's presence again during it. Speaking of him, I guess he did great by how he got up with a wide smirk after his evaluation. I could only guess, since I wasn't too bothered to look actually.
He came to me and landed his nasty hand on my shoulder, right where König did yesterday.
"Sorry, but I couldn't make this easy for you, you know?" he gloated.
I shoved his hand from my shoulder, pointedly ignoring him. Even König let out an amused grunt as he watched Kevin's taunts getting rebuffed once again. He was probably delighted to see me undergo what I had indulged him during our fight yesterday.
I laid on the ground in front of the sniper rifle, quickly reloading it while I took a peek at the field through the scope. As I got the green light to start, I isolated myself in my thoughts, landing my shots and scoring clean headshots all throughout the evaluation.
König seemed pleased with the skills, and I could hear whispers amongst the other recruits as one was pocking Kevin with their elbow. His usual smugness was absent from his face as it drifted onto mine. When I got to him, I gave him my most devilish grin as I mimicked his grating voice.
"Sorry, I couldn't make this easy for you, you know?"
He didn't respond, but frustration was clearly showing through his clenched fist and gritted teeth. From this point on, he thankfully stopped talking to me whatsoever. He only shot me nasty glares, and I left every one of them unanswered. He really have a fragile ego for an arrogant prick.
After all tests were finished, we were finally given the results as our newly assigned position. The others seemed excited for the missions ahead, comparing each other's performances. In my case, I was unsurprisingly confirmed into the sniper team.
I saw Kevin leaving the room without another word, surely prompted by how I had a better overall score than him. As I said: all mouth, no guts.
While I watched him leave with an over satisfied smile, I heard footsteps behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw König coming toward me with a slow gait. He seemed to be in a much better mood than yesterday as he came to a stop in front of me.
"Well done on the tests," he complimented in a rather pleased tone, "I expect great things from you."
His words caught me off guard, but I managed to offer him a smile as I extended my hand in a peace making manner. Despite the temptation to brag, I saw this as an opportunity to show I could rise above pettiness.
"Thank you, I only wish to be useful here."
He looked down at my extended hand for a moment before taking it strongly to shake it.
"You will be," König admitted. "Now that's out of the way," he continued as he released my hand, "I hope that you will show the same level of maturity as today."
His expression then returned to its usual stoicism as he turned and walked away without another word.
Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 4 👁
"Alright… I surrender." König groaned.
I hastily released his arms as a rush of relief floods my whole body and mind, not even questioning if he was genuine or not. He strongly pushed himself up, causing me to fall to the ground in the process. He halfheartedly dusted off his shirt before his raspy voice echoed through the cold walls of the gym again.
"I did not expect this level of aggression from you, but I should have known better. You will do just fine here, soldier." he admitted, his voice tinted with a tad of annoyance.
König's gaze was like a laser piercing through my flesh, focusing particularly on my upper body. A shiver traveled all along my naked spine, soon realizing how much skin I was exhibiting. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I grabbed my shirt and frantically put it back on.
I could almost hear him labeling me as an exhibitionist now. But let's play cool for now, at least I'm… alive!
"To be frank I never thought I would win, but..."
I let my lips stretch to a cocky grin.
"... the end justifies the means, am I right?"
I cupped my hips with my hands and proudly puffed out my chest, like the true winner I was. König let out a small, almost mocking laugh as he looked away for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed when his face fell toward me again.
"Don't let it get to your head, you won one match. You have a lot more to prove before you start bragging."
Amused, I replied tit for tat: "And I think you should take a look at your hand before giving lessons!"
I bursted into laughter as I saw the fresh wound throbbing. König turned his head slightly and only acknowledged it with a scoff. His aura changed to a more somber one as he leisurely walked toward me, much like a predator to his prey, closing the space remaining between us.
"Don't think I am not one for revenge," he said sternly, growing annoyed again.
He towered over me from all his height, more menacing than ever. My fight or flight reflexes kicked in when he slowly moved his arm in front of my face. I flinched, ready to go back at it, but it was only to showcase the sweet injury I left him, presenting to me the irrefutable evidence of my crime.
I smiled at the view of the perfect imprint of my teeth on his skin. I took great pleasure in analyzing it, checking if everything was in place like the dentist I wasn't.
I couldn't deny the absurdity of the situation as a sense of amusement bubbled within me, threatening to spill over in the form of a giggle. König shot me a glare and I couldn't help it; another laugh escaped my lips as a result of nerves mixed with excitement.
His expression hardened, which caused me to feel a wave of cold air wash over my body. He stared at me for a few more seconds before speaking again.
"Laugh all you want, but you will pay for that in due time." König warned with a low, guttural voice.
My eyes snapped right back onto his. I tried to compose myself, wiping away my grin, but failed miserably. Despite the impending fallout, I reveled in the pettiness of our exchange.
"And yet, you're the one who wished for a fight—what were you expecting?" I quipped.
I crossed my arms on my chest as to put more weight to my plea, the adrenaline from our match still coursing through my veins, a mocking smile dancing on my lips.
König gazed at me intently, remaining stoic and deep in thoughts for a moment as the echoes of our fight still lingered in the air. Clearly, he had little tolerance for disrespect, nor did he appreciate my respondent.
"What was I expecting?" König repeated in a threatening tone, "I was expecting a fight, not a little wolf trying to sink her teeth into me."
"Though you liked it." I smirked.
His cold body language and deadly stare told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t amused by my attempt to inject humor into the situation, not at all.
Unimpressed, he bent down and firmly gripped my shoulder, getting to my height like he would with a little child, but his tone was everything but gentle and reassuring: his voice was cold and slow, mechanic almost.
"I'll admit I underestimated you, but don't try to eat more than you can swallow."
"You're still new here."
"And replaceable."
Ouch. This hurt more than I would have liked to. The amusement dimmed off of my face as the reality of potential consequences sank in. The force he displayed moments ago also made me reconsider to just nicely comply rather than stand up to him. I still want to work here after all, and being a fractious little gremlin won't do me any favors.
König's gaze shifted downward to my shoulder, which was still in his grasp. His expression had returned to its former demeanor—stoic and reserved.
"If you really want to earn your place in this taskforce, you'll have to do more than surprise me." he warned.
Ah, so beating your ass doesn't count I guess?
"You know that you'll have to prove your shooting skills tomorrow, or perhaps you really didn't listen earlier?"
As he locked his blue eyes with mine I could feel heat emanating from his body, perfectly contrasting with that icy gaze of his.
He squeezed my shoulder, enjoying the tension he was forcing me to feel. But I wasn't overly concerned about it; instead, I saw it as a challenge to take on.
"I know, and I will sir." I simply replied, not wanting to address the part about me dozing off in the middle of a meeting.
Our faces were mere inches apart, our foreheads almost touching. I unconsciously seized the opportunity of being this close to analyze what could be grasped of his masked face. His grayish eyes were half closed, looking almost tired. The body paint he was using around them made them pop so much it was impossible not to dwell on them. If he wasn't so much of a pain in the ass, I could almost admit they were stunning.
As no sound came to my ears, I started to wonder if I had pressed the pause button unintentionally. König looked almost puzzled as he remained silent and motionless. Yet, I don't remember hitting him on the head.
I slightly rotated my head to inspect König's hand, still grabbing me by the shoulder. It was so big in comparison, I wondered for a second where else it could go without giving me that impression.
"You have something else to say?" I almost scolded, looking at him with a side eye.
His eyes flicked to meet mine as I spoke. The tension in the air was palpable as he continued to hold my shoulder, but his grip was slowly loosening.
Finally, after a moment of silence, he let go and turned away.
"That's all, soldier," he said in a somewhat bored tone as he walked away, "Be sure to get plenty of rest, you'll need it for tomorrow."
I looked at him leaving the building, puzzled with what just had happened, before eventually making my own way out of it. Soon after, hot water was finally cascading over me in the showers, washing away the remnants of the day's chaos. The sound of the running water provided a soothing backdrop as I stood there, reflecting on the surreal turn of events.
Steam filled the cubicle, creating a perfect reflection of my state of mind. Despite the warmth, a shiver ran down my spine. Still, I couldn't help but to smile as I replayed the scene in my mind.
When I got back to my room, the weight of the day settled in. I crawled into bed, the softness of the sheets offering a stark contrast to the hardness of the gym floor. Everything was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of the late base activity.
Lying there in the dark, I couldn't shake the feeling of accomplishment that clung to me like a comforting blanket. There was a certain satisfaction in defying expectations, especially when they were mine. Yet, beneath the amusement, a flicker of concern still lingered in the back of my mind.
I could see the bite mark as if it was still in front of me: a symbolic reminder of today's events, engraved in my memory—but mostly onto König's skin.
I giggled, thinking about how he'll have to put up with it for a while. But it was my message for him, full of innuendos, like how someone signs a letter for their lover with a lipstick kiss mark; only the intent here clearly more on the hate than on the love side.
As I closed my eyes, the image of König danced in my mind, a peculiar lullaby that accompanied me into the realm of sleep.
Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 3 🦷
I wasn't able to react quickly enough.
This time, he managed to grip my wrist hard. I was seeing all my life before my eyes as I was now locked in a position where I would never be strong enough to push him down with my upper body. And then, it hitted me.
But perhaps with my legs, I could...
Without second guessing it, I fleetly jumped and kicked my feet on König's ass. While it projected him to the floor, it also made him lose the grip he had on me as I strongly pushed myself away.
Here was his strongest, and yet weakest point: his imposing stature. He couldn’t get up as fast as I could.
As he began to stand up, I rushed and jumped on his back, knees bent forward, effectively pushing away all the air present from his lungs in my landing. My hands fiercely seized his arm back and locked it again, his other hand left free for a second. König was stunned, but he quickly scanned for options. He could make one last attempt to gain control, and he took it.
By swiftly spinning around his upper body, he extended his free member and grabbed the collar of my shirt in an instant. Using all his force to bring me down, my back crashed with the floor in a resounding thud. I winced as a sharp, electric pain surged through me instantly.
I let out a frustrated roar and tried to struggle, but König’s hands strongly kept me on the ground as if I weighed nothing. He then casually laid down on his side over my abdomen, effectively trapping me beneath him. His weight made any attempt to escape futile.
"Fuck!" I growled in frustration.
He pinned both of my wrists above my head with one hand, the other remaining on the ground to lean on it, preventing his mass from crushing me more than it already was.
König's expression was yet again unperturbed while my anger was clearly showing. He stayed motionless over my excessive attempts toward freedom, reveling with the pure rage that emanated from me in every way, shape or form. I could have sworn there was a smile forming behind his hood as he watched me struggling under his one hand.
"Good, you have at least some fire behind that pretty face." he said bluntly.
I scoffed and shot him the meanest glare I could afford.
"Release me and you'll see what this pretty face will do!" I yelled, not a care in the world about the actual position I was in.
I struggled again but was unable to free myself from this beast of a man. I frantically moved my legs up and down, but I still wasn't able to reach him. König let out a deep laugh as he found pleasure in my frustrated attempts, making my body shake with his as the sound reverberated in my rib cage.
"I won't lie soldier: I appreciate your tenacity, but you won't get anywhere if you keep throwing a tantrum. Save that anger for real danger."
He maintained his hold on me as I clearly wasn't willing to give up, but his strength was too much.
I had to face it: I would not be going anywhere until he decides otherwise. My cheeks burned with embarrassment; this situation was fucking humiliating.
I felt so lucky that there wasn't anyone else in the gym at that moment because, as a last resort, I ceased all movements and waited for him to lose his grip. As my struggles began to die down, a blank expression washed over my face; It almost looked like defeat.
But König wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to let me escape that easily.
"You think I can't see you're only pretending?" he said with a low, menacing voice.
He brought his free hand closer to my face so he could bend over me, pinning me even more onto the ground with his huge torso. The weight he put on my chest made it difficult to breathe, his body warmth aggravating the situation. It took over me like a wildfire; the heat spreading in my lungs was unbearable, suffocative even.
He looked at me in his grasp for a moment before averting his gaze back into my eyes. He was so close I could almost feel his hot breath brushing against my lips and neck.
"You cannot defeat an enemy by laying down for them, soldier." he stated, satisfied as he made his point.
Our eyes were locked together, fighting a new battle on their own. His gaze of steel showed how he was savoring his victory, and you know what?
That's perfect.
Because that means he has yet to know he just fell into my trap.
With his free hand now within reach, I rushed my mouth at it and bit him as hard as I could. König only clenched his jaw, refusing any sound to escape; thus robbing me of any satisfaction.
He took a deep breath before releasing my wrists, only to seize my collar forcefully. He slowly lifted himself from me, bringing me along as though I were a mere dog on a leash.
As he brought me closer to his face, he took a moment to analyze my teeth clenched into the meat of his hand. His eyes scanned my face slowly, like he was searching for something. I kept my jaw locked, my teeth digging in his flesh as a faint taste of iron began to seep onto my tongue.
His grip on my collar was so intense that it was marking my throat, stretching the fabric in the process. In any other setting I would have been pissed at him; but, at this moment, I could only be grateful at the second opportunity he was giving me on a silver plate.
I smirked on König's hand before bringing my arms up in the air and slipped out of my t-shirt in an instant. König was dumbfounded as his hand was now filled with nothing but a piece of fabric, the other left cold and wet with my saliva.
Seizing advantage of the surprise effect, I rushed behind him and jumped on his back again with full force.
"Scheiße!" he almost choked.
He struggled to remain standing on his knees, trembling with the lack of stability. I was firmly gripping him from behind, trapping him with my arms and legs as I locked them around like my life was on the line—as it still kinda did.
Just like in an over-exaggerated cartoon, his upper body rocked slightly back and forth… only to fall miserably onto his stomach. My shirt slipped from his grasp as I pinned down both of his arms with haste, my legs straddling his trunk firmly.
"How's the view down here huh? Had enough yet?!" I mocked, my laughter soon echoing throughout the empty gym.
I tried to appear confident, but inside I was praying hard this was the end.
My raw torso, only covered by a sports bra, was moving up and down in a frantic motion as I panted heavily. I felt drops of sweat sliding down my spine as I saw one falling from my forehead onto König's back. Only now I realized how much effort I had invested into this merciless fight.
König sighed before averting his gaze upward through half-lidded eyes, his head lifting slightly from the ground in the process. He was definitely distracted, he didn't even try to struggle.
Now that I was on top of him, he could see me from an angle he never thought was possible…
Fandom: Call of Duty
Pairing: Krueger x Reader
Genre: Action, Romance, Comedy, Vulnerability, Depth
Trope: Slow Burn, Angst to Fluff, Healing through Love, Clingy Partner, Trauma and Recovery
Rating: Explicit (for mature themes)
Summary:
Krueger was never easy to get close to. With a brutal past, PTSD, and trust issues, he kept everyone at arm’s length. But after years of subtle gestures and shared dark humor, you and Krueger have become inseparable. The bond you share is unbreakable, and despite his fear of losing you, he finally lets down his walls. This is a story of healing, love, and how sometimes, it only takes one person to make everything right.
He’d spent his life in chaos and carnage, thriving on missions that demanded precision and detachment. People were unpredictable, and attachments? They were liabilities. At least, that’s what he’d always told himself.
Then you came along.
It wasn’t immediate, your integration into his tightly controlled world. It was slow, steady, and somehow inevitable. You weren’t pushy, loud, or invasive. You simply… existed. And you didn’t flinch when his rough edges scraped against your sunshine.
For Krueger, that was as foreign as it was unsettling.
The First Crack:
It was late, the base shrouded in silence save for the distant hum of electricity. Krueger sat on the edge of his cot, hands in his hair, breathing shallow and rapid. Another nightmare, another replay of horrors he could never outrun.
He didn’t hear you approach until your soft knock sounded against the doorframe.
“Can’t sleep?” you asked, stepping inside without waiting for an answer.
He tensed, his instinctive distrust flaring, but you simply held out a steaming mug of tea.
“Honey helps,” you said with a small smile, setting it down on the table beside him.
He stared at the cup, then at you. You didn’t linger, didn’t pry. You just left him there, staring at the small gesture of kindness.
That night, he slept better than he had in months.
The Bond Grows:
From there, your presence became a constant—not invasive, but solid. A subtle force he hadn’t known he needed.
When the team gathered in the common area and Krueger sat apart, his mask in place, scanning every corner with his hawk-like vigilance, you were the one who slid into the seat beside him. You didn’t talk unless he initiated, didn’t demand attention. You just… were.
During missions, when his perfectionism reared its head, you were the one who could match his intensity, your sharp focus never threatening but complementary. And when something went awry, and he clenched his fists or barked at himself under his breath, you were there.
“Hey,” you’d say firmly but softly, your hand brushing against his arm. “You’re not a machine. Things go wrong. We adapt.”
He’d glare, but it was never truly at you. And for some reason, your words always cut through the haze of his frustration.
The Tipping Point:
The moment that changed everything came during a rare moment of downtime. The team had gathered in the common room for a movie night, the kind of forced bonding exercise Krueger despised. He lingered on the edges, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room for threats that didn’t exist.
You noticed, of course you did. Without a word, you wandered over and stood in front of him, blocking his view.
“You’re making everyone nervous, you know,” you said, your tone light.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, but his fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, a tic you’d learned to spot.
“Sure you are,” you replied, reaching out to place a hand over his knee. “But just in case, I’m here.”
His tapping stopped. His heart didn’t.
Realization:
He didn’t understand it, not fully. How someone as warm and vibrant as you could wade into his darkness and remain untouched. How you saw him—truly saw him—and didn’t turn away.
Your presence became a balm for his restless soul. When his PTSD flared, when his hyper-vigilance kept him on edge, you were there, grounding him with a word or a touch.
And your laughter. God, your laughter. Even his morbid humor, the kind that made others wince or shake their heads, you met with genuine amusement. It made him want to make you laugh more, to hear that sound over and over again.
The Quiet Moment:
One night, after a mission, the two of you sat outside the barracks under the stars. You leaned against his shoulder, your presence as natural as breathing.
“You’re not as scary as you think you are, you know,” you said, your voice teasing but kind.
He huffed a quiet laugh. “Tell that to the others.”
“They’re just scared of what they don’t understand. I’m not.”
He turned to look at you then, his eyes—hidden behind the mask—searching. “Why?”
You shrugged, your smile soft. “Because you’re worth it.”
Something inside him shifted at those words, a crack in the walls he’d spent years building. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to believe it might be true.
Krueger didn’t say it aloud, but he knew.
In a world that had taught him to trust no one, you had become his anchor. Without a single demand, you’d broken through his defenses, one gesture, one laugh, one gentle touch at a time.
Krueger was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. And when it came to you, they screamed louder than he ever wanted to admit.
Four years had passed since you’d first walked into his life, turning it upside down with your casual understanding and unshakable presence. He hadn’t known what to make of you at first. You were a contrast to everything he believed in—a light in his darkness, a grounding force when his mind spiraled.
And now? Now, he couldn’t imagine a world without you in it.
You weren’t perfect; Krueger knew that. But maybe that’s what made you… right. Your shared taste in dark humor, your insomnia that lined up perfectly with his sleepless nights, and your ability to see through his walls like they weren’t even there. It terrified him. And yet, he clung to it like a lifeline.
The Night That Changed Everything:
The base was silent, save for the occasional creak of the building settling. Most of the team was asleep, but Krueger wasn’t most people. He hadn’t slept peacefully in years, his nightmares an ever-present specter that refused to let him rest.
Tonight was no different.
He woke with a start, his chest heaving, sweat soaking his shirt. His breaths came short and fast, his heart racing like he’d just sprinted a mile. The edges of the room felt too close, the walls too suffocating.
He pressed a hand to his chest, willing himself to calm down, but the panic clawed at him, refusing to let go.
A soft knock on his door broke through the haze.
“Krueger?” your voice was quiet, cautious but filled with concern.
He didn’t respond, too caught up in his spiraling thoughts. But the door creaked open anyway, and there you stood, a mug of tea in hand, your expression a perfect mix of calm and worry.
Without a word, you set the mug down on his bedside table and sat beside him. Your hand rested gently on his shoulder, grounding him, pulling him out of the storm in his head.
“Breathe,” you said softly, your voice steady. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Come on, I’ll do it with you.”
You demonstrated, slow and deliberate, and after a moment, he tried to follow. His breaths were shaky at first, but the more he focused on your calm presence, the more his chest began to loosen.
“That’s it,” you said, your hand moving to rub gentle circles on his back. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
The words shouldn’t have had the effect they did, but they broke something inside him. A lump formed in his throat, and before he could stop himself, he leaned into you.
Your arms wrapped around him instantly, holding him tightly as if you could shield him from the demons in his mind. He didn’t speak—didn’t have the words—but the way he buried his face in your shoulder said everything.
The Quiet Moment:
After what felt like hours, Krueger’s breathing had evened out, the panic attack finally subsiding. But you didn’t let go. Instead, you shifted slightly, leaning back against the headboard and pulling him with you.
“Stay,” he muttered, the word barely audible against your shoulder.
“Of course,” you replied, your tone gentle but firm, as if staying was the most natural thing in the world.
You reached for the discarded mug of tea and held it out to him. He hesitated but took it, his hands still trembling slightly.
“Tea with honey,” you said with a small smile. “I figured it couldn’t hurt.”
He took a sip, the warmth spreading through his chest in a way that was more than just physical.
“You’re good at this,” he murmured, his voice rough.
“Insomnia has its perks,” you replied lightly, earning a quiet huff of amusement from him.
You didn’t push for him to talk, didn’t ask him to explain. You just sat there with him, your hand occasionally brushing against his to remind him you were there.
When the tea was finished, you set the mug aside and shifted again, pulling him back into your arms.
“Sleep,” you said softly. “I’ll stay.”
He didn’t argue, too tired to fight the comfort you offered. For the first time in years, he let himself relax fully, his head resting against your chest, your heartbeat a steady rhythm that lulled him into a peace he hadn’t known he could have.
And for the first time in years, Krueger slept through the night.
When he woke the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the window, he found you still there, your arms around him, your breathing soft and even.
For a moment, he just watched you, a strange warmth blooming in his chest. He didn’t know how to say it, didn’t know if he even could, but he knew one thing for sure.
Krueger had faced countless dangers in his life, from the chaos of warzones to the haunting battles in his own mind. But you? You were a different kind of danger altogether—one that threatened to break through the walls he'd spent years building.
Five years of knowing you, of you quietly weaving yourself into every corner of his life, and he still didn’t know how to handle the pull you had on him. You weren’t loud or demanding; you didn’t try to fix him or force him to talk about the things he buried. Instead, you existed beside him, making space for his shadows without judgment.
And damn it, he was in love with you.
The Aerial Exercise:
The roaring sound of the helicopter blades echoed through the open sky as the team prepared for their jump. The air was tense with adrenaline, everyone double-checking their parachutes and cracking jokes to ease the nerves.
Krueger stood at the edge of the chopper, his dark eyes scanning the horizon. The mission was simple—an aerial exercise designed to build trust and teamwork—but Krueger found no comfort in simplicity. It was the kind of thing that could go wrong fast, and he hated the thought of you being part of that equation.
You, however, seemed to be having the time of your life.
“Hey, Krueger,” you called out, your voice cutting through the wind. “Think you can keep up?”
His gaze snapped to you, and he immediately caught the mischievous glint in your eyes.
“What are you planning, Maus?” he asked, using the nickname he'd secretly adopted for you—a small, playful nod to how you managed to sneak into his guarded world.
You smirked, unbuckling your parachute harness.
His body tensed immediately. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trust exercise,” you said, your tone teasing but your eyes serious. “Think of it as a lesson for everyone.”
“Don’t,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.
You simply gave him a mock salute, the smirk never leaving your face. “Catch me, Krueger.”
And then you jumped.
The Freefall:
For a split second, everything froze. His mind screamed at him to move, and before he knew it, his legs had propelled him forward, diving out of the helicopter after you.
The rush of wind tore at his mask as he plummeted through the sky, his heart pounding with a mixture of rage and fear.
You were falling just ahead of him, your body cutting through the air like a blade. As he closed the distance, he caught the flash of your grin when you glanced back at him.
“Verdammt,” he muttered under his breath, reaching out and grabbing you by the waist. He pulled your body flush against his, deploying his parachute just in time to slow their descent.
On the Ground:
The landing wasn’t graceful. The force of the parachute brought them both tumbling to the ground, with Krueger instinctively twisting to shield you from the impact.
The two of you hit the dirt in a heap, his arms still locked around you.
“What the hell was that?” he snapped, his voice sharp and angry, though the relief in his eyes betrayed him.
You grinned up at him, utterly unfazed. “I knew you’d catch me.”
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he stared at you, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” you said, your grin softening into something more genuine. “But I trust you, Krueger. Always.”
His grip on you tightened for a moment, his jaw clenching as he processed your words. Trust. It was a foreign concept to him, one he wasn’t sure he deserved. But here you were, throwing yourself out of helicopters just to prove a point.
“Idiot,” he muttered, his voice quieter now.
You chuckled, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his masked face. “Takes one to know one.”
The tension between you shifted, softening into something deeper. Without thinking, without overanalyzing, he leaned down, his mask brushing against your cheek.
“Do it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with certainty.
And for once, he didn’t hesitate.
He pulled his mask up just enough to capture your lips in a kiss, his hand cupping the side of your face as he poured every unspoken word into the moment.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his tone caught between frustration and affection.
“Worth it,” you replied, grinning.
And as the rest of the team came running over, shouting and laughing at the chaos you’d caused, Krueger didn’t let go. For the first time in years, he felt… safe. Safe in the chaos, in the trust, in you.
Five years of silent understanding, of gestures that spoke louder than any words ever could. You and Krueger had become more than just teammates. You were the kind of bond that couldn’t be easily broken, not even by the darkest corners of his mind, or the scars left by his past.
To the outside world, you were just Krueger’s trusted partner. But to him? You were the reason he kept moving, kept fighting. You were his anchor. His salvation.
And somewhere along the way, he’d fallen in love with you. He’d loved you in ways he couldn’t begin to explain, in ways that made him feel vulnerable and exposed. But he never said it aloud. He didn’t know how. He didn’t know if he even could—he was too broken to do it the way everyone expected. But you didn’t need the words.
Not like he did.
The Silent Shift:
You never needed the words, and maybe that was the beauty of it. There were no expectations between the two of you. Just quiet moments and subtle gestures. Sometimes it was a hand on his shoulder, a light brush of your fingers against his in the middle of a mission, a glance that lingered a little too long.
But Krueger was different. He needed to say it, to show you that this—you—meant something far more than what either of you had realized.
You had kissed him. Hell, you had jumped out of a helicopter just to prove you trusted him.
But that kiss—when he pulled you into him, his lips barely brushing yours, the pressure so delicate yet so intense—it had rattled him.
It wasn’t just a kiss.
It was everything.
You had to know that. You had to feel it.
The Realization:
It was late when it happened. The world outside was quiet, save for the soft hum of the base's security system and the occasional footsteps of guards.
You and Krueger were sitting in the common room, the sound of your shared playlist drifting through the space. A familiar, comfortable silence had settled between you both as you both sat across from each other, a worn-out board game between you.
Krueger was staring at the board, tapping his fingers against the edge absentmindedly. His attention kept flickering back to you, his gaze soft but conflicted.
You noticed, of course.
But this wasn’t like the usual subtle hints—the gentle looks, the shared jokes. No, this time it was different.
His gaze never quite met yours, and the way his lips were pressed into a thin line made you pause.
"Krueger?" you asked softly, leaning forward slightly. Your tone was casual, but your eyes gave away the concern.
He didn’t look up immediately, but after a few seconds, his deep voice broke the silence.
“Maus,” he muttered, his voice low and steady but layered with something unfamiliar. “You… you’re not just some passing thing. Not just a teammate, not just a friend.”
You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes slightly.
“I know that,” you replied quietly, a smile playing at your lips. “I thought you already knew that too.”
His hands gripped the sides of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white.
“I need you to understand,” he said, almost to himself, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “You’re mine now, Maus. And I… I’m yours. Completely. I’m not good at this shit, but… I need you to know that.”
A rush of warmth filled your chest, the words spoken with such raw vulnerability that it made your heart race. You rose to your feet, moving slowly toward him. Your heart beat faster with every step, but you weren’t nervous, not this time.
Krueger’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and full of a rawness he rarely ever allowed anyone to see. His mask, as always, covered his face, but there was no hiding the depth in his gaze.
“I’ve never—” He broke off, his voice faltering. “I’ve never been good enough for anyone. I’m a goddamn mess, and you—you’ve been... too damn perfect for me.”
You knelt down in front of him, reaching out gently to grasp his wrist. His hands trembled slightly under your touch, a subtle sign of just how much he was fighting with himself.
“You don’t need to be perfect for me, Krueger,” you said, your voice a whisper, yet full of conviction. “You just need to be you.”
He stared at you for a long moment, the silence heavy between you. Then, without another word, he finally reached out, pulling you into his lap.
You gasped in surprise, but he held you steady, his arms strong around you. His forehead rested against yours, his lips brushing against the edge of your ear.
“You’re not getting away from me,” he muttered, the weight of his words sinking deep into your soul.
Your hands came up to rest on his chest, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. “Not planning on it.”
And just like that, the last of the tension broke.
The Kiss:
He kissed you, then. It wasn’t fast or rushed, but a slow, deliberate thing—just like everything with him. His lips were soft but firm, as if he was saying everything he had never been able to say with words. You responded in kind, your hands curling around his neck as you melted into him, feeling his heartbeat against your own.
When he pulled back, his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen, but there was no anger, no frustration. Just desire.
“This is mine,” he whispered fiercely. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you replied softly, your hands tracing the outline of his jaw.
And for the first time in years, Krueger didn’t feel alone.
He felt whole.
The world outside might have been dark and chaotic, but here, with you in his arms, everything was finally right.
The world outside was quiet. Silent. But inside Krueger’s quarters, it was anything but.
It had been years of understanding, years of unspoken promises, years of unbreakable trust. Neither of you needed words to communicate anymore—just gestures, glances, touches. It was enough, and it had always been enough. But tonight? Tonight was different. Tonight, everything changed.
The Quiet Before The Storm:
Krueger’s hand was firm on your waist as he lifted you into his arms, his movements gentle but purposeful. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but not from fear—no, this was anticipation. The weight of everything between you, all the years of unsaid feelings, finally coming to the surface.
“You good?” he asked softly, his voice rough but steady. You nodded, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. The two of you had been inseparable for so long now, and yet, it felt like you were on the precipice of something far deeper than anything either of you had experienced before.
He carried you effortlessly through the darkened hallways, his usual serious demeanor now softer, more vulnerable. You knew he was trying to hold onto control, trying to keep his composure, but the closeness between you both was undeniable.
When you reached his door, he paused. For a brief moment, you could see the hesitation in his eyes—his fears, his insecurities. But you reached up, cupping his face gently, your thumb brushing over his scarred cheek.
“I’m yours, Krueger,” you whispered, your voice steady and full of reassurance. “And you’re mine.”
That seemed to break whatever wall he had left. Without a word, he kissed you—deep, hard, passionate. And that was it. The moment everything changed.
The Release:
He set you down on the bed with an almost frantic urgency, like he was afraid this might all slip away if he didn’t act. His lips never left yours, not even as his hands worked to remove the layers between you, pulling off his jacket and tossing it aside. You didn’t wait for him to be ready—you were already there, tugging at the fabric of his shirt, wanting to feel him.
Clothes were discarded quickly, hands roaming, touching, exploring. It wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t reckless either. It was a need, a burning desire to feel close, to feel real.
You arched into him as his lips traced down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. Every inch of you felt alive beneath his touch, the tension between you both finally released, replaced by raw desire and connection.
“You’re mine,” Krueger breathed against your skin, his voice gruff with emotion. “And I’m not letting you go.”
You could feel the weight of his words, the truth behind them, and you responded in kind. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
The Connection:
And then it was all instinct—touch, movement, feeling. His body pressed against yours, skin on skin, the heat between you both intensifying with each passing second. Your hands slid down his back, feeling the muscle, the tension, the scars that spoke of everything he’d been through, everything he had suffered.
But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about the here and now. About the trust you’d built, the love you shared.
He kissed you fiercely, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, like he couldn’t get enough. The pace was wild, desperate, but still there was a tenderness in the way he held you, in the way his hands roamed over your body, like he was trying to memorize every curve, every part of you.
You responded with equal fervor, your hands tracing the planes of his body, exploring, claiming. There was no going back now. There was no room for hesitation. Just him, and you, and the love you had quietly nurtured over the years.
Krueger was on top of you now, his movements smooth and deliberate as he guided you into the rhythm of the moment. His hands braced against the bed, his muscles straining as he held himself above you, his eyes locked with yours.
He was never this vulnerable. Never this exposed. But with you, he didn’t have to be anything but himself.
“I trust you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need you.”
And that was it. The final surrender.
The Aftermath:
When it was over, the two of you lay tangled in the sheets, breaths coming fast and uneven, bodies slick with sweat. The world outside was still quiet, but inside, everything felt alive.
You were cradled against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His heart beat steadily against your ear, and you could feel the weight of everything between you both, the intimacy, the trust, the connection.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. “Not unless you want me to.”
He laughed, but it was a low, rumbling sound—one of comfort, of trust. “Not happening.”
You both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people knew they had found something real, something worth holding onto. And for the first time in years, Krueger didn’t feel like he was falling apart.
Six years. Six years since you walked into Krueger’s life and turned everything upside down. Six years of quiet understanding, subtle gestures, and building trust brick by brick. Six years of being his anchor, his salvation, his person.
He’d never imagined himself here, not in a thousand lifetimes. But here he was, lying beside you in the small quarters you now shared, one arm draped over your waist possessively, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He was always warm, his presence a solid, grounding weight against you, even in the stillness of the early morning.
You couldn’t help but grin as he let out a low, sleepy grumble, tugging you closer. Krueger—the intimidating, silent soldier—was a complete teddy bear when it came to you.
“Don’t move Maus,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep.
“I haven’t even moved,” you teased, your fingers absentmindedly brushing over the back of his hand.
“You were thinking about it,” he accused, lifting his head just enough to give you a mock glare. His messy hair and the soft light filtering through the window made him look far less intimidating than he thought.
“God forbid I get up to pee,” you replied with a smirk.
Krueger growled—a low, rumbling sound from deep in his chest—but there was no heat to it. You’d long since learned that was his way of showing affection, especially in moments like this when words weren’t enough.
The Clingy Truth:
Krueger was clingy. No one on the team would believe it if they hadn’t seen it firsthand. To everyone else, he was a stoic, unapproachable wall of a man. But behind closed doors? He was all over you.
You didn’t mind, not even a little. If anything, you found it endearing. For a man who had spent so much of his life being untouchable—both literally and figuratively—his need to always have you close spoke volumes.
Like now, for example.
You shifted slightly, trying to reach for your phone on the nightstand, only for his arm to tighten around you.
“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“Nowhere,” you said, turning your head to kiss his forehead. “I’m just grabbing my phone.”
“Don’t need it,” he grumbled, pulling you back against him like you were his personal security blanket.
You laughed softly, your fingers sliding into his hair to soothe him. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
He didn’t respond, but the way he nuzzled closer told you everything you needed to know.
The Adorable Side of Krueger:
Krueger’s clinginess extended beyond the bedroom, much to your amusement. He had a way of silently staking his claim on you, whether it was standing just a little too close when you were talking to someone else or casually slipping a hand around your waist in public.
It wasn’t jealousy, not really. It was more about his need to know you were safe, within reach, his.
One time, during a team movie night, one of the newer recruits had made the mistake of sitting a little too close to you. Krueger didn’t say a word—he rarely needed to—but the glare he shot in the guy’s direction was enough to send him scrambling to the other side of the couch.
“Subtle,” you’d whispered to him, biting back a laugh.
He’d just shrugged, his arm settling comfortably around your shoulders. “What?”
“Adorable,” you’d muttered under your breath, earning yourself a rare, genuine smile from him.
In the Bedroom:
Krueger’s possessiveness didn’t stop at the door to your quarters. If anything, it became even more apparent when it was just the two of you.
He was a paradox—both dominant and needy, confident and vulnerable. He had a way of taking control that left you breathless, yet he always made sure you felt cherished, adored, and utterly safe in his arms.
There were nights when he couldn’t seem to get enough, his kisses feverish, his touch almost desperate. It was as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you, to leave no part of you untouched or unloved.
“You’re mine,” he’d growl against your skin, his voice low and possessive.
“And you’re mine,” you’d always reply, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.
The intensity of those moments was unmatched, but what always struck you the most was the way he looked at you afterward. Like you were his entire world. Like you were the one thing in his life he could hold onto and never let go.
“Adorable,” you’d tease him occasionally, watching the faintest hint of a blush creep up his neck.
“Shut up,” he’d mutter, pulling the blankets over both of you to hide his face.
The Perfect Chaos:
Life with Krueger was far from perfect, but that was what made it so beautiful. You both had your flaws, your scars, your dark corners. But together, you’d built something unshakable—something that made every challenge, every moment of vulnerability, worth it.
As you lay tangled together in the quiet of your shared space, his arms wrapped tightly around you, you couldn’t help but smile.
“You know you’re stuck with me, right?” you teased, running your fingers lightly over his back.
“Good,” he replied without hesitation, his voice soft but resolute. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
And you believed him. Because with Krueger, there were no walls left to break. Only the love you’d both fought so hard to build.
The room was silent save for the faint hum of the ventilation system and your steady breathing. Krueger’s arm was draped over you, his hold firm but gentle, as though he feared you might disappear if he let go. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and his warmth seeped into your skin, grounding you both in the quiet aftermath of the night’s intensity.
You felt the satisfying ache in your muscles, the kind that came from being thoroughly ravished by your lover. Krueger’s heartbeat thumped steadily against your back, a soothing rhythm that made you smile despite your exhaustion.
It was in these moments, when his walls were down and his vulnerabilities were unguarded, that you felt closest to him. His breaths were even, his body relaxed—something you knew wasn’t easy for him.
But as your mind wandered, it inevitably drifted to one of your infamous “future scenario” questions. It was a habit that had started early in your relationship, born out of your shared love for ridiculous hypotheticals and harmless daydreams. Krueger pretended to find them annoying, but you knew better. The way his lips would twitch in amusement or how he’d indulge you with an actual answer told you he secretly enjoyed them.
Tonight was no different.
You tilted your head slightly, your voice breaking the comfortable silence.
“...If you were to have kids, how many would you see yourself with?”
The question hung in the air for a moment, and you felt his arm tighten around you instinctively. A soft, rumbling groan escaped him—half exasperation, half amusement.
“Are you serious?” he murmured, his voice muffled against your neck.
“Dead serious,” you replied with a grin, turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of his reaction. “You know, in the future. Hypothetically.”
He lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and reluctant curiosity. “You ask me this after—” He gestured vaguely at your tangled limbs and the state of his cot. “—everything we just did?”
You laughed, nudging him lightly. “It’s because of everything we just did! I’m relaxed, my brain’s on a roll, and here we are.”
Krueger sighed, but you saw the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He settled back down, resting his chin on your shoulder as he mulled over your question.
“...Two,” he said finally, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.
“Two?” you echoed, turning slightly to face him better.
“Maybe three,” he admitted, his brows furrowing. “But that’s only if we’re talking... hypothetically.”
“Of course,” you teased, your grin widening. “Hypothetically.”
A Glimpse of Vulnerability:
His fingers traced absent patterns on your hip as he spoke. “I never really thought about it,” he admitted, his tone unusually soft. “Didn’t think I’d ever... have that kind of life. But if I did—if it was with you...” He trailed off, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly.
Your heart swelled at his words, and you turned fully to face him, your hands coming up to cup his face. He looked at you with those piercing eyes, the ones that always seemed so guarded yet held so much depth when they were fixed on you.
“Two or three, huh?” you said softly, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I think you’d be a great dad, you know.”
He scoffed lightly, but there was a faint blush creeping up his neck. “You’re insane.”
“And you love me for it,” you shot back, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.
His response was immediate, his arms pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. When you finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
“I do,” he said simply, his voice steady and sure. “I love you.”
The Future:
The rest of the night was spent in a comfortable haze of whispered conversations and soft laughter. You painted vivid pictures of a cozy house, a big garden, maybe a dog or two running around—and of course, those two or three hypothetical kids.
Krueger listened, his expression unreadable, but the way his fingers threaded through yours told you he was taking it all in.
“I still think you’d scare the crap out of their dates,” you teased, earning a low chuckle from him.
“Damn right I would,” he replied, his smirk returning. “But only because I’d want them to know how much they mean to us.”
“Us,” you repeated softly, the word filling you with warmth.
He nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah. Us.”
And for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t seem so hypothetical after all.
The soft hum of the night surrounded Krueger, a comforting cocoon of silence broken only by the rhythm of your breathing. You were pressed against him, your head resting on his chest, one arm draped lazily across his torso. His own arm held you close, as though anchoring himself to reality—to you.
The earlier conversation still lingered in his mind, replaying in vivid detail. Your questions, your soft laughter, your casual talk of a future that seemed impossible for someone like him. Yet, the way you spoke about it, with warmth and conviction, made it feel... real.
And for the first time in a very long time, as he let himself drift off to sleep, Krueger wasn’t greeted by the cold grip of nightmares.
Instead, his mind offered something different.
The Dream:
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the sprawling garden. The warmth of the light kissed the vibrant green grass, where a massive dog bounded happily, barking at the two small figures running barefoot in its wake. Their laughter rang through the air—pure, unfiltered joy.
Krueger stood at the edge of the garden, stunned. His chest tightened, not with fear or anxiety, but with something foreign yet achingly familiar. Contentment.
“Papa!”
The voice startled him, and he turned just in time to see a little girl sprinting toward him, her dark hair flying wildly behind her. She had your eyes—bright, filled with mischief—and a wide, gap-toothed smile. Hot on her heels was a boy, slightly older, with his own unruly hair and sharp features that reminded Krueger of himself.
“Come play!” the boy called, his voice high-pitched but strong, determination written all over his tiny face.
Krueger felt himself crouch instinctively, his arms opening as the little girl flung herself into him, laughing breathlessly. “Caught you, papa!” she declared triumphantly.
“You think so, huh?” he heard himself say, his voice lighter than he ever thought possible. He scooped her up effortlessly, spinning her around as she shrieked with delight.
The boy was next, leaping onto Krueger’s back with an exaggerated roar, the kind only a child could manage. “I got him, too!”
Their combined weight barely fazed him, and he found himself laughing—a deep, genuine sound he barely recognized. The dog barked excitedly, circling them before flopping onto the grass in exaggerated exhaustion.
And then there was you.
Barefoot, glowing in the golden light, you stood on the porch, watching the scene with an expression that melted his heart. Your laughter joined theirs, and Krueger felt his knees go weak at the sight of you. You walked toward him, your movements graceful and effortless, and the way you looked at him—like he was everything—made his chest ache.
“How’s papa holding up?” you teased, brushing a hand through the boy’s hair before leaning in to kiss Krueger softly.
“Tired,” he replied with a smirk, his voice filled with amusement.
“Oh, you’ll survive,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully.
As you stood there, all four of you, the world felt right. No shadows of his past, no darkness creeping at the edges. Just warmth, laughter, and love.
Awakening:
Krueger’s eyes snapped open, his breath hitching as the vivid dream faded into the dim light of the room. For a moment, he lay there, his heart pounding in his chest, unsure if it had been real.
And then he felt you stir against him, your soft sigh as you nuzzled closer. The dream may have faded, but you were here—solid, warm, and real.
He tightened his hold on you, burying his face in your hair as he processed the emotions swirling within him.
“What’s wrong?” you mumbled sleepily, your voice muffled against his chest.
“Nothing,” he replied, his voice rough but steady. “Just... thinking.”
“About?”
He hesitated, his lips brushing against your temple. “The future.”
Your sleepy laugh was like a balm to his soul. “Good. ‘Cause I think it’s going to be amazing.”
He didn’t respond immediately, but as he closed his eyes again, he allowed himself to believe it.
The dream wasn’t just a fleeting hope. It was a promise.
The sun was relentless, beating down on the training field as the team wrapped up their morning drills. You wiped the sweat from your brow, your training uniform clinging to your skin in a way that made you curse the summer heat. Your muscles burned pleasantly, a testament to a job well done.
Krueger, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling the same sense of post-training satisfaction.
He was on edge.
From the moment you had stepped onto the field, every movement of yours had been seared into his brain. The way your body twisted during hand-to-hand drills, the way sweat dripped tantalizingly down your neck and disappeared beneath your shirt, the curve of your lips as you smirked after a particularly brutal takedown—it was driving him mad.
He could still hear the echoes of your moans from the night before, feel the way your nails had dug into his back, the way your body had responded to his touch. The memory alone had him clenching his fists to ground himself.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Needed more.
The Breaking Point:
You didn’t notice his state at first. Krueger was always composed during training—hyper-focused, sharp, and in control. But today, his eyes followed you a little too closely, lingering on the curve of your hips as you bent to grab your water bottle.
“Something on your mind, Krueger?” you teased, catching his stare. Your tone was light, playful, but the flicker of heat in his gaze made your pulse quicken.
He didn’t answer immediately, just tilted his head slightly, his mask concealing most of his expression. But his eyes—oh, his eyes—burned with an intensity that made you shiver despite the heat.
You raised an eyebrow, your smirk growing. “Cat got your tongue?”
Big mistake.
In one swift motion, Krueger closed the distance between you. His gloved hand wrapped gently but firmly around your wrist, pulling you into the shadow of the nearest storage room. The door slammed shut behind you, and before you could make another quip, his hands were on your waist, his body pressing you against the wall.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all morning, Maus?” he growled, his voice low and rough, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
You blinked, startled by his sudden intensity, before a slow smile spread across your lips. “Oh? And what exactly have I been doing, Krueger?”
He let out a frustrated growl, his hands tightening on your waist. “You. Moving like that. Smirking at me. That damn uniform...” His words trailed off as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re driving me insane, Liebling.”
Giving In:
His lips crashed into yours, fierce and demanding, as though he was trying to convey everything he felt through the kiss. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his shirt to pull him closer.
His gloved hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every dip, every detail he already knew by heart but could never get enough of. The gloves were quickly discarded, and the feel of his calloused hands on your heated skin made you gasp against his lips.
“Krueger,” you murmured, your voice breathless as his lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting in a way that sent sparks straight to your core.
“I need you,” he rasped, his voice thick with desperation. “Now.”
Your heart raced at the raw hunger in his tone, your own body responding in kind. “Then take me,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
With a low growl, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the nearest flat surface. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his lips found yours again, the kiss searing and possessive.
“Mine,” he muttered against your lips, his eyes blazing with emotion as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “You’re mine, Liebling.”
“Always,” you replied, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him again, pouring every ounce of love and desire you felt into the kiss.
Aftermath:
By the time you both emerged from the storage room, your hair was tousled, your uniform slightly rumpled, and your cheeks flushed. Krueger looked just as disheveled, though he wore his mask again, hiding the satisfied smirk that tugged at his lips.
The rest of the team didn’t say a word, though Soap gave a knowing grin as you passed, and Ghost muttered something under his breath about “unnecessary detours.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, nudging Krueger playfully as you walked back to the barracks. “Feel better now?”
He didn’t respond verbally, but the way his hand brushed against yours, his fingers curling around yours briefly before letting go, was answer enough.
For now, he was sated. But you both knew it wouldn’t last long. Not when it came to you.
The moonlight streamed through the half-closed blinds, casting silver streaks across the room. The sheets were rumpled, evidence of the intensity shared between you and Krueger not long ago. His arm was draped possessively around your waist as you lay sprawled across his chest, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his scarred skin.
His heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear, was a comforting rhythm. You smiled softly, basking in the aftermath of another night where Krueger had made you feel like the center of his world.
Yet, as the silence stretched and your mind wandered, you realized something.
Seven years. Seven incredible years together, filled with passion, laughter, and unspoken understanding. You couldn’t even begin to count the number of times he’d worshipped your body, leaving no part of you untouched or unloved. Yet, when it came to returning the favor—really showing him how much you adored him—you’d never truly had the chance.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. Krueger was always... insistent. His focus was always on you, what you wanted, what you needed. The rare times you tried to take control, he’d find a way to turn the tables, leaving you breathless and pliant under him before you could even blink.
But tonight? Tonight, you were determined.
A Change in the Tide:
You tilted your head to look up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his breathing slow and even, but you knew he wasn’t asleep. Krueger rarely let himself drift off completely right after a moment like this, even in the safety of your embrace.
“Hey,” you murmured, your voice soft yet teasing. “I just realized something.”
His hand moved to your hair, his fingers tangling gently in the strands. “What’s that, Liebling?”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, your gaze locking onto his. “You’ve spoiled me rotten for seven years now. Don’t you think it’s about time I return the favor?”
His brows furrowed slightly, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. “What are you talking about? You’re perfect. You don’t—”
You pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him with a playful smirk. “No arguments, Krueger. You always get your way. Tonight, I’m getting mine.”
The Tables Turn:
Before he could protest further, you shifted, straddling his waist. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, but you caught them, pinning them to the mattress.
“Trust me?” you asked softly, your tone laced with both mischief and sincerity.
His gaze softened, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Always.”
You leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before beginning your descent. You trailed kisses along his jawline, down his neck, taking your time to savor every inch of him. His breath hitched as your lips brushed over the scars on his chest, your tongue flicking out to taste him.
“Liebling...” he breathed, his voice low and thick with anticipation.
You didn’t respond, your focus entirely on him now. Your kisses grew slower, more deliberate, as you moved lower. When you finally reached your destination, you glanced up, catching the way his chest heaved, his pupils blown wide with desire.
Breaking Him Down:
Your touch was gentle at first, your hands caressing him as your lips followed. He sucked in a sharp breath, his head tipping back against the pillow. The normally stoic and composed man was unraveling beneath you, his control slipping with every flick of your tongue, every movement of your hand.
“Scheisse,” he growled, his hands gripping the sheets as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth. His muscles were taut, his body trembling as he struggled to maintain control.
You couldn’t help but smile around him, taking pleasure in the way you were reducing him to this state. He was always so composed, so in control—but here, with you, he was utterly vulnerable. And you loved every second of it.
His breathing grew ragged, a litany of curses and your name spilling from his lips in a way that sent a thrill through you. His hands finally moved to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he groaned, his hips bucking slightly despite his best efforts to hold back.
“Verdammt, you’re going to kill me,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with need.
You pulled back just enough to murmur, “Not yet, big guy. I’m not done with you.”
Aftermath:
By the time you were finished, Krueger was utterly spent, his body trembling from the intensity of it all. You crawled back up to him, a triumphant grin on your face as you licked your lips and nestled against his chest.
For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, with a low chuckle, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.
“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your forehead.
“Only for you,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his chest.
He tightened his hold on you, his voice soft but filled with conviction as he whispered, “Maus, you’re everything.”
And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, you couldn’t help but think that there was no place you’d rather be.
