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Interrogated by a Beast (part 2)

(Konigxfem!reader)

Part 1

TW: non-con, violence, imprisonment

His wondering hands leave your body and he comes back around crouching in front of you. Your eyes and his are finally on the same level.

“You’ll be good..won’t you?” He asks in a gentle voice.

You say nothing. Your thoughts race as to what will become of you in the unfolding minutes ahead. You’re ripped from your thoughts as he begins to untie your ankles from the chair.

“There we go sweet Taube..” his whispers as he gently removes the ropes.

You hold your breath almost forgetting to breath as his large hands being slowly pushing your thighs apart.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

He lets out a sigh and stands up, slowly making his way to the large metal door. He cracks it open and begins talking to someone on the other side of the door.

Realizing now is your chance to escape, you start to try and stand up but with your hands tied behind the back of the chair it proves difficult. You begin to twist your wrists side to side in the hope that your restraints will eventually come loose. After a few moments of twisting and pulling the rope falls to the floor. You quickly shoot up but the pounding in your head makes you stumble and you fall to your knees, your hands make a swift smacking sound as they collide with the concrete floor.

“Du Scheißkerl!” His voice was angry. You could hear the sound of his heavy boots coming closer. You turn your eyes towards his towering figure.

Unable to make yourself move you brace for punishment. You’re body tenses expecting a swift kick in the side or to be thrown across the room.

Once you’re in arms reach he wastes no time leaning down and grabbing a hand full of your hair. He lifts your head back so your faces are only centimeters apart. You gasp and shoot your hands up grabbing tightly onto his forearm.

The look in his eyes was a mix of arrogance and pity “I thought you promised to a good girl.” His voice was quiet and sarcastic.

You let out a whimper as he releases his grip on your hair. You fall back down onto the palms of your hands. Your breathing was heavy, your body exhausted. He swiftly places his hands under your arm pits and lifts you to your feet, before slamming you down onto the cold metal table. Your chest colliding with the table knocks the air from your lungs and you gasp sharply.

He places his hands on either side of you as he presses his hips against you, slowly leaning forward as to use his body weight to keep you pinned down. He gently brushes you hair behind your ear before whispering “I was going to go easy on you, but seeing as you’ve decided to misbehave..”

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his cock twitch. You’re not sure weather to be excited or terrified. He releases his weight just enough to rip your pants and panties down to your mid thigh.

He begins running his hand over your exposed ass before spanking you hard. You let out a gasping moan as the sting sets in.

He kisses the nape of your neck as he slowly moves his hand to the front of you. He begins slowly massaging your clit. You bite your lip desperately trying to hold back any moans from escaping.

He continues massaging circles in just the right spot, slowly at first then faster. The pleasure begins building in a way you’ve never felt before. He changes the motion of his hand from circling to side to side. The sudden change is so overwhelming that you can’t hold it back anymore and you let out a stifled moan.

He nibbles the top of your ear before whispering “that’s my good little slut.” You can feel a deep squeezing in your stomach. Just his words alone where enough to get you soaked but this was all to much. The feeling deep in your stomach was beginning to build. You can’t hold back anymore you’re about to cum from his hand.

“Please-!“ you moan out is a disparate pant. “Please le-let me cum!” Tears start forming in your eyes. The pleasure was so overwhelming, you squeeze your hands into a fist on the table, but suddenly his hand stops.

“No!” You whimper out “please sir! Please let me cum! Please I need to! Please!” Your mind is blank of everything except for the neediness you feel coming from your throbbing clit.

You continue begging aimlessly saying anything you can think of to get him to let you finish. After a few moments you’re nothing but a bumbling sobbing mess.

“Shhh..” you feel his hand run down your back as his weight is slightly lifted off of you. You could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, he places a hand on the back of your neck. “Don’t worry Schatz, I’ll easy on you.”

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Yan! Konig Headcanons

(NSFW under more)

After every deployment he returns home and kisses and cuddles with you endlessly.

He is very territorial of you. Every time you even mention someone new he has to know everything about them to gauge if they’re safe for you to be around.

He gets along (be it a little forced) with your friend group, even though he’d like to have you all to himself at all times. He realizes the socialization is good for you.

Every time you go out he always has to be with you. His ptsd makes it so he has to ALWAYS be in arms reach of you so he can protect you at all times, at all costs.

In situations that he can’t touch you his eyes follow you. He only sees you. You are EVERYTHING to him.

When he’s with you he can’t help but touching you. He spends as much time as he can showing you how much he loves you.

He loves filling you with his cum, he’d spend every waking moment inside you if he could.

He always want to be touching you, be it holding your hand, hugging you, or fucking you. He has a sever need to be connected to you.

He has a major size kink and when he saw you for the first time he immediately got a hard on thinking about all the things he could do to you. You’re just so small compared to him. He could do anything he pleases to you and there would nothing you could do to stop him.

When you get mad at him (which he tries to avoid at all costs) he gets so upset with himself for upsetting you that he turns into a big blubbering mess. He’ll try anything he can to make it up to you.

Sometimes he gets so desperate for your attention that he’ll force you to pay attention to him. Be it grabbing your face to physically force your gaze on him or spontaneously bending you over the kitchen table and fucking you, he always wants your mind to be filled with nothing but him.

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Interrogated by a beast

(konigxfem!reader)

TW: non-con, violence, imprisonment

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Description - You wake up to find yourself alone in an interrogation room with Konig

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You where hiding along the side of a burned out gray building, the remnants of the tall building casted a long shadow on you. In the distance you could hear the deafening sound of gun fire.

*boom!*

The ground shook as another bomb exploded near by.

“Fuck..” you whispered to yourself softly.

You arm yourself with your weapon and peer around the corner of the old building, sunlight flooding your eyes. As your vision started to adjust to the light and the sight before you started to unfold you felt a sharp *whack!* To the back of your head. Everything went dark.

Hours went by before you started to awaken. Softly groaning you start to open your eyes. You wince as you can feel the pounding of your head, it grows as your consciousness returns.

“Good morning der schatz” a raspy voice echoed against the walls

Your eyes dart the room scanning for the figure who broke the silence. You finally land on a towering man leaning against a cold steel table, his arms are crossed, face covered.

You weren’t sure what to make of the situation you found yourself in, what did he want? How did such a big man sneak up on you? The questions where endless. You try to move but you’re restricted.

The man signed “you can try all you want little taube, but I don’t think you’re going to get very far.”

You look down at your situation, all your protective gear was gone. You’re left in nothing but your black cargo pants and long sleeve shirt. You look back up at the man.

“Okay. Okay. You caught me…but I’m afraid you’re not going to get anything out of me.” You’re voice was calm, but this seemed to only rile him up. His eyes traveled your body from head to toe, they where ice cold and they where cutting through you like daggers. He stood up from his slouched position on the table and walked over to you. You’re eyes never left his, cold and dark he inches towards you. As he approached you he placed a finger on your shoulder, sliding it along your sitting frame and he circled you. Remaining silent the entire time.

A shiver ran down your spine as he came back into view. He was but a mere few inches from you, his large figure dwarfing yours. You peek up at him through your eyelashes.

“Like I said” you uttered out with a quivering smirk “you’re not getting a single thing outta m-.”

*SMACK*

With no hesitation the middle of his palm collided with your right cheek. Your head twisted to the side from the force.

“Agh….f-fucker.” You stammer out.

He gazed down at you while stroking your cheek with his thumb. Realization began to set in as you peer up at him. You’re fucked.

“Now look…” his voice was calm but firm. “I need to know where your camp is. That’s all.” He smirked and ran his hand under my chin forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his.

“Your base has already been compromised. We both know that, and considering you guys where out there in the field…well I’d have to assume a few of you Kakerlake got away.” He let’s go of your chin and steps off to the left of you.

You remain silent, not a single sound escapes your lips. You watch him walk around you until he’s out of sight, suddenly you feel his hands on both of your shoulders. Your breath hitches and you close your eyes bracing for another hard smack to your face, or worse a gun to your head. He squeezes your shoulders firmly and leans down next to your ear.

“You know…” he trails off, his left hand begins to trail down your body. “None of us here have seen a pretty face like yours in some time…” you can feel his breath against your ear and it sends electric shocks all throughout your body.

You whimper and turn your head away from him. Sure you haven’t been touched in months, but what he’s implying is just nonsense. One of his big hands begins to travel back down your body stopping at your breast. He begins to massage your breast while softly leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. How could he be so gentle and rough at the same time? Your body begins to heat up as his hand travels down to your thighs.

“S-stop” you manage to stammer out, but a part of you didn’t want him to stop. A part of you knew that you wanted him to continue using your body as he pleased.

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