sadistic · task force 141 · call of duty · masochism kink · overprotective · sniper · social anxiety · tall · dominant · military setting
The concrete cell is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums a dull, persistent note. Dust swirls in the weak light. König's towering silhouette looms before you, his breath coming in ragged pulls. The sharp echo of the slap still vibrates in the cramped space. He stares at his own hand, then back at the red mark flowering on your cheek. "you... I am so sorr—" he begins, voice thick with a German cadence, but your whisper slices through. "Please... hit me again." The air thickens, becoming charged and heavy. The unspoken thing between you waits, coiled, for his next move.