i was looking for one particular song from my memory when i wandered into a pile of field recordings full of the old preaching. found myself grinning at the energy and noise of it all, remembering how riled up they would get at those hot summer tent revivals when i was a kid. sneaking off and sitting by myself on the edge of the woods. still close enough to get back unnoticed, when they all wound down
Pls don't ask why I liked that 5 paragraph long post <14 seconds after you posted it. I see its from you, my dear mutual, and I simply like it automatically before my eyes even scope the first word
I would like to tell you an embarrassing story and that embarrassing story is that: despite knowing I get incredibly faint around lots of blood, I did spend around half an hour listening to gory sound effects and I literally had to put down my laptop and raise my feet above my heart in order not to pass out lol oopsie!! I felt queasy for an hour! silly me!
Fandom: Call of Duty
Pairing: König x Female reader
Summary: the veil has been lifted.
Length: Long-ish
Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, we've got some strong language, explicit content, oral (female receiving), fingering, some smut.
König could care less about all the red lights and stop signs he was rolling through, as if they didn't even exist in his realm, keeping track of your moving location on his phone placed on the dash was more important then getting a fucking ticket. Thankfully it wasn't raining or snowing or this would end up in disaster, finally a nice dry night in the city. Your tracker moved further and further away from him, which only further infuriated the man growling behind the wheel.
Where were you being taken? these are all residential side streets, cul-de-sac's, a place to retire not take a kidnapped grown woman without getting caught. He watched your locator blip blip blip on the screen, frustration boiling as a mini-van just so happened to pull out in front of him. If König hadn't been keeping an out, like he had several he'd never reach you in time.
In time for what he didn't exactly know, but it wasn't good.
His heart lurched to a stop as did his truck when he spotted that your locator had as well. He stared at it, these were all familial homes, nothing seedy about them. One had decorative topiaries on either side of a three car garage, one had a trampoline to the one side, another flew another nation's flag proud of their heritage. All was quiet. All was normal. But nothing about your tracker having stopped moving, paused, hopefully not tossed out of a window.
The green dot indicated it was still active and not crushed gave him very little reprieve but reprieve nonetheless. As he inched the truck closer, almost on top of you, bile rose in his throat, clutching it closed like a vice.
The license plate. That fucking license plate. The one from Horangi's surveillance photos, the one he memorized that first night he met you after the call to Night Division. Sitting idle in a driveway, not an inkling that someone vile was going in inside. He made note of the address, scratching it down with shaky hands on the back of receipt before blocking said car in.
He did his best to look casual, as if this three story house was his, or at least an invited guest.
Whoever had stolen you were incredibly dumb to leave the front door unlocked, not unknown to situations such as this, König slipped easily inside, clearing the foyer, noting the length of the front room table and hardwood floors. Polished. Clean. He heard something fall below him. He paused at the staircase next to him that opened up into a cozy yet sparse dinging room, an old fashioned chandelier hanging above and König couldn't but picture a family celebrating birthdays and holiday's beneath it with wide grins.
He cleared the upstairs three bedrooms and master bath, nowhere to hide up there. Even though he carried a lot of weight he was light on his feet, clearing the kitchen, the on-suit patio before making his way one step at a time down the stairs.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" You voiced.
"You know what we want. Just give it up already."
"I would if I knew what the fuck you were talking about!"
"Gag her again." A woman's' voice said amongst the sound of handcuffs and your breathy protests.
There was a room in the back of the basement, hidden from view of the stairs. Perfect. König was glad he snagged his night vision helmet out of the backseat before coming into this home, flipping it down over his trained eyes, (his favorite sound), and fished out a smoke grenade. A flash bang would've have done the trick and made enough noise to wake the entire cul-de-sac, which is what he wanted to avoid all together.
Pulling the pin he rolled it gently through the doorway, waiting on the other side of the door frame.
"Ah! what the fuck is that?"
"Shit!"
Coughing and sputtering as white smoke filled the room, coiling and billowing out as he waited. And just like clockwork the two from [REDACTED]'s house ran out, covering their faces, you in tow trying to do the same. König grabbed the back of your button down, you yelped as he held you tight in front of him, watching the two bozo's fall to their knees in a coughing fit or smoke and humiliation.
"Àch my dear, wait here. You are safe now."
You barely turned, a cloth rag in your mouth, hands cuffed together in front of you and nodded. König crouched a bit through the fog, yoinking one of your captures in a chokehold, they thrashed and kicked when König rose them up off their feet before zip tying their hands; tightly and dropped them where they stood. Through the neon green outline König made out the other, hunched over, clawing at the nearest wall, he yanked them up too in a similar way. Your own coughs added in the background noise.
"We want answers! honest ones too or I will end you where you sit."
König barked, arms behind his back, legs out wide in a pulled up chair once the smoke had cleared and you'd be secured. He even sat you down on one of this thick legs as he stared down the pair that had broken into [REDACTED]'s house. They looked at each other before answering solemnly.
"We weren't trying to hurt you, ya' know? just needed to keep you quiet. Some walls have ears ya' know?"
"No I don't know that! you broke into my brother's house and started tearin' shit up, you could've killed me!" You shouted, shoulders sagging just noticeably to König when you squeezed your leg.
"Look we're on to some thing big here and the faster we can get this done the better. It's already been a month, time is fucking ticking!" The woman shouted back, wiggling down at the floor at your feet.
"Eden, right?"
"Yes, we've been trying to stop thick black mailing attack on military personnel for months and now that's been stock piled on a hard drive… this is a matter of national security. There is a fucking mole in the nations military willing and desperate to expose what's been going on. It's with good moral that we get that thing and bring it to the right people." The man huffed out.
"And how then are we supposed to trust the likes of you, ja? you break into [REDACTED]'s home, tear up his things, survive me and have the audacity to stalk Y/N and kidnap her!"
"We thought maybe you had something to do with it."
"Do with what? I'm a civilian, not some higher up."
The man sighed. "Because of this, take out my phone in front pocket will you, big guy?" König moved you over to sit down instead, the smell of alcohol faint as your buzz from the club by now. He crouched on his haunches Slavic style and wrestled the brick out of the mans' pants. He voiced the number combination to open up the secured line.
"Now what?"
"Go into the gallery, there is a hidden folder, P1 open it and you'll see."
Intrigued, König did as was asked, he opened the folder, a bunch of surveillance images bot from CCTV camera's to the one built into this issued phone. The most recent one caught his eye and before he could show you the woman spoke up once more.
"Those were taken two days ago, he's getting desperate. We need that hard drive!"
"Who is?" You asked and as König handed the phone to you, still crouched and almost afraid to face you in this matter, he heard you click your tongue.
"That's not… that's not possible. That's [REDACTED], my brother."
"We know."
"But he's stationed in Prague… these can't be from two days ago. That's downtown!"
König stood, the light crack of his knees echoed just a bit and for some reason his busted shoulder began to ache and he had half a mind to down two of his pills when he got the chance.
"Rumor has it he may not be working alone. He's got a hard drive with some really valuable information. Stuff even the FBI isn't aware of."
"My brother might be fucking stupid but he's not a traitor!" Your voice sounded watery, even more so when he finally did stand and saw you zooming in on random pictures in the file. "Also he… he hasn't contacted me if he is home. He wouldn't not do that. This is wrong."
He could hear the hurt in your voice, the pain that maybe your brother was in on something vile.
"It might be wrong but it's the truth."
To König's own surprise he cut the duo loose, apparently they'd rented this house for a few months while they delved deeper into this mission, under the protection of a Captain John Price of the 141. These roots ran deep. Getting the video call affirmation, König walked you out of the house, hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you lightly he could sense you were still on edge, jittery. And who'd blame you? This information was unsettling.
"My parents are gonna' kill him." You sighed heavily, face in your hands. You looked like a painting, in distress in the cutest checkerboard skirt he'd ever seen.
"Not if you get to him first." He said, making you at least perk a bit, just a sliver of-- oh.
You suddenly moved in the cabin of his truck, grabbed his face and kissed where only half of his mouth was beneath the hood. "Thank you König." You half whispered and rested your forehead against his own. He wasn't expecting that sort of reaction.
That first Night Division call, farm safe house out of the city, car chases, the stench of death, betrayal. So much had happened in the last month in a half that would have anyone's head spinning, seasoned vet or not!
"You're welcome, schnecke."
"I mean it," you said and squeezed his hand through his glove, scratchy on the outside, warm on the inside. "You've kept your promise I hope you know."
"My promise?" He asked as he put the car into gear.
"You've made me your top priority." The sheepish smile you gave him had him grabbing and holding your hand on the manual gear shift the rest of the ride home. He parked outside your apartment, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, heels now off your feet and in your lap.
"Do you wish for me to walk you up?"
"No. I uh… you think I could maybe stay with you instead?"
….
As much as that first kiss in the truck was a stunner, maybe some liquor was still coursing through your veins but König certainly wasn't expecting you push up on him once inside his home. Only light flowing through the house came from the stove light he left on in his hurry.
"I don't want to be alone tonight. Is that ok?"
"Well clearly, you're here with me." König answered, letting you manhandle him. "You are not at all alone. There is a lot going on schnecke, things we aren't even aware of yet! Àch Y/N, we are in this together and we will get to the bottom of it. Trust me."
"I do König and that's the problem. Anyone I trust betrays me, loses faith in me and I-- I can't have that with you." You whined and pressed your face into his chest who had no choice but to hug you, hold you tightly as you let those hot tears fall. You mumbled something against his vest but he didn't press on to what in case it had been said only in the time at hand. He didn't care that they would stain his vest, the ends of his hood. He's had far worse fluids on his person, a few salty tears and possible snot were nothing to write home about. But as he held you close, these weren't just tears, there were your tears. These stains meant something.
You slipped out of your clothes easily taking one of König's offered t-shirts and hopped right into his bed as if you'd done it a thousand and two times. He brought you a glass of water as you got comfortable. He had some things to tell Horangi and he told you he'd be in soon, you pouted, the alcohol evaporating from your body as you nodded and got settled.
Earrings on the kitchen counter, a green and gold ivy themed phone case, heels juxtaposed next to his boots, uncharted territory in his own home. A woman's things had never been in his place like this, on his more intimate missions he'd prefer to meet at their place, he didn't like to showcase his home or play host when it would result in one night or two of pleasure and then he was off on another deployment.
He thought he could get used to this, as he rang Horangi and clued him in to what was going on.
Base; first thing in the morning, both of you.
König changed into his night clothes, just a pair of ratty sweatpants he just couldn't seem to part with, they were still on the good side comfortable even if the pockets had holes and the waistband string was rendered useless. He joined you and dimmed down the bedside light, knocking over a new book he'd recently cracked at his desk.
You didn't move.
"Are you alright?"
"Hmph. Alright is understatement," you slowly blinked awake and turned onto your side. "I don't believe this. What if their lying to save themselves, their tracking [REDACTED] to take Eden from him?" you looked swamped, cute, but swamped.
"What if they are telling the truth?"
"I don't know what to feel, actually König, ya' know what scratch that. I do know what I feel."
"And?"
"Too much. I feel too much it feels like I swallowed a wasps nest! I'm all jittery," you let out a huff and covered your face with your arms, kicking your feet under the sheets in a silent tantrum. "I wish I didn't have to think so much."
"Then don't."
You shot him a violent look under your arms, creasing your brow in intimidation but it only made you look prettier. He cursed himself for not only betraying his own code but had twisted it to death and chucked it out the window without care. He had bloomed feelings for you. A sucker.
"Easy for you to say man, your brother isn't being accused of being a national threat!"
König snorted. "I don't mean like that, I mean unwind your mind. Focus on something else."
"Like what?" You asked.
"Like… bitte, hear me out," König started tucked a heavy arm behind his head and talked with the other. "Focus on for example; we went to your apartment, sat there, mere feet away and yet you requested to come to mine. Why did you do that? explain yourself."
"I don't know, I told you I just didn't want to be alone."
"Ok, if you had asked I would have went upstairs with you."
With a sigh you tapped the sheets below you, drumming them before looking him in the eye. "I needed to not see my own four walls for a bit, ok? and I feel safe with you and what better way to feel even safer than to be at your place." You shrugged sheepishly.
König smiled underneath his mask then, covering your hand with his own after patting it. "I feel safe with you too," he mentally super kicked both devil and angel from his shoulders, along with his better judgement and reacted. Grabbing the back of his mask, he hesitantly dragged it off his face. The fabric of it hot as he let it fall off the side of the bed.
König mimicked your position, looking at him his face for the first time in over a month he was pretty sure you might've thought the mask was his true form.
"Enough to show you the man behind the mask."
You didn't say anything at first, eyes scanning his face, the scars, the nicks in his skin, reminders of a lifetime of service and contribution. You lifted your hand from the bed and cupped his face, scratchy dishwater blonde stubble from just two days lack.
"The handsome man behind the mask you mean, no wonder you wear that thing. Could stop fucking traffic with a face like that." You said with a grin, the first one he'd since watching you get ready for your party.
He felt his belly warm at your praise, something he didn't know he needed to hear, let alone to hear from you. "Easy schnecke, don't stroke my ego like that."
"Should watch your mouth with words like that." You bopped him on the nose. "Could get you into fast trouble."
König choked on his spit. He didn't mean it like that! even though the thought had crossed his mind just then. "Ah ja and what kind of trouble are you talking about?"
"Lines get crossed, feelings get involved, someone ends up hurt." You mused.
"I would never hurt you… intentionally of course."
"Oh yes of course! you are far too much of a gentleman for all that."
"Of course I am! here I have housed you, quenched your thirst, given you clothing, room and board!"
"And say I request something else, something as you said to unwind, then what?"
König played along, enjoying your theatrics and walk-about away of asking what he thought you might be asking but needed to hear for sure.
"Depending… I might be able to oblige."
….
And did he ever!
Your kisses were sloppy from the start, mouthing and fitting them together in a tongue twister, spit slick frenzy. Smacking against each other, his hands had settled onto your waist the moment you climbed on top of him, rolling and grinding your body against his. You came up for air as if you were at sea, licking and moaning into his ear, the column of his neck that couldn't stop from tensing with each taste. König tilted his head back into the pillows giving you as much access and flesh your little heart desired.
"Is this uh, is this ok?" you half whispered into his ear, curling your toes, fisting the sheets.
"Ja. More than," König groaned, putting more pressure into his fingertips, digging into your skin. "Take what you need, I'm just here for the ride."
"You want me to ride you?" You sat back on your haunches with a smile on display.
"It's an expression of term."
You snorted. "Term of expression and yeah I know but that's not what I asked." You pointed, looking over his scars, old chicken pox marks, his mole speckled chest.
König didn't think you could look more beautiful sitting up there on top of him, he was wrong of course because once he had you flipped onto your back, he got busy between your legs. He pushed them apart, hearing you sigh and look down at him as he got in a very familiar sniper's position, groping over your thighs, feeling your heat and desire radiate for him.
When König kissed the inside flesh of your knees, rubbing his stubbled chin and jaw along them you made a most precious sound. Reaching for him. He bit into the apex of your thigh, making you jump.
You took a shaky breath when he moved his hand and cupped your mound, feeling you radiate.
Beautiful as ever.
And you made even more, better sounds once he dragged your underwear down exposing your cunt, just laying there enjoying just watching him in his shirt. You pushed it up under your ribs. He pressed a heavy palm onto your lower belly, inhaling your scent as he eased his mouth south.
The more König licked at you the more you thrusted your hips, both of you savoring the act, he groaned in German how good you tasted, how he has longed to have his chance with you, how lucky he was for you to let him touch and devour you. You grabbed at his unruly hair, whining and taking shallow breaths as he ate you out. Flicking his tongue, closing his lips around your swollen clit, how deliciously he could smell your perfume or lotion, he was enjoying himself, humping into his own mattress.
"Fingers? a-are fingers ok?" König asked against your pussy, smeared with your arousal.
"F-finger me, please I need--"
"Whatever you need, schnecke. Whatever you want." König panted, licking your taste off his plump lips, he unlooped his arm from around your leg, spread your lips as you got up a bit onto your elbows in wait. He couldn't help himself, that first penetration came from his tongue, wiggling and licking into your entrance. You squealed and he grinned against your pussy before sliding in his middle finger, your spongy walls welcoming the intrusion.
"Like that?" König panted chuckling when all you did was hang your mouth open and nod your head. He added more pressure to your abdomen, he could practically feel you pulsing from the inside out as he continued his ministrations, finger fucking you slow.
Taking his time.
It wasn't long at all, focusing on your body language and begs for more more more, another finger slid in easily, with thumb pressed against your clit.
"You are so wet my dear, you can hear it." König voiced, his voice low and saturated with lust, you had flung yourself back, digging your heels into his meaty back. "Can you hear yourself? Listen."
You sobbed, nothing in else in the room but your wavering breaths, matching each other moan for fucking moan, another flood of arousal coating his fingers. You bucked again, sucking in his fingers even more, finding that sweet spot.
"Oh fuck!" your legs shook, struggling to keep them open by the look of it and not just crush his head which he was almost certain, you could do just that. "I'm gonna' cum if y-you keep that up--fuck yeah!"
"That's the point, my dear schnecke." König grinned again, the hundredth time it seemed, of the night, his cheeks hurt. He kissed your clit just as you came calling his name, pleading for release. You covered your face with your hands when he flicked his tongue back inside your pussy after releasing his fingers, cored out just enough to take him easily if you wanted more.
"How was that?" König crawled up your body, holding your leg up at his thigh.
"You're good at that." It was your turn to laugh, body thrumming beneath him, wiping at your brow, trying to catch your breath.
"More?" König couldn't take his eyes off of you, not when you looked like an angel, all mussed and pouting up at him.
He shivered when you felt your hands graze his sides, slipping them beneath the loose waistband of his sweats, pulling them down over the globe of his ass.
