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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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I am so in to König and the confident solder lady (btw we need a tag name or a callsign for her, maybe a poll?) but anyway I go insane for that dynamic!❤️‍🔥 I am on FIRE after I read your stories and it's NEVER enough 😭🤣

so I imagined this scenario about them

They are out on a mission to capture someone. When König finds the target the lady solder, still under the effect of how brutal and efficient König is with his hands disposing of the enemies, says to him:

L - Bag n tag me...I mean HIM

K - *looks at lady solder while filthy thoughts run through his mind*

now both of their minds are in the gutter...as well as mine, but mine never left😈

Confident soldier lady is so unhinged even König is at a loss sometimes 🤨 And our soldier babe? She gets off on those baffled, bewildered looks a little too much (shame on her).

One day when they're cuddling, sweaty and spent after another heated session that was supposed to put her in her place – how curious that it does actually work, even if only for like 5 minutes – she crosses another line.

"König… Could you kidnap me sometime? You know, in a roleplay fashion," she asks while drawing circles on that godly, muscled, sweaty chest.

The said godly muscled sweaty chest almost stops breathing.

"Kidnap you?" König repeats, appalled and with pure loathing in his voice. "I hate kidnappers... And I hate slavery."

She nearly rises to give him a pointed remark about how funny it is that he hates that shit when at the same time, doesn't have a problem with treating her like a possession. But calling a man like König out on his double standards would be futile, so she settles for seething with quiet resentment while curled up there in his arms.

Right.

Yeah… Of course this guy wouldn't know what roleplay even means.

..........

Next week she's walking back to the bus after visiting a sibling, a bit anxious about getting back to base and seeing König again. She still has over a week's worth of leave left, but she wants to go back to spend it with him.

It's sick... Everything about this relationship is sick, twisted, and crazy. She’s always running back to him like a cat who hears her owner has opened another canned tuna in oil. She's so in her thoughts about how to torture that jerk in return that she doesn't quite notice a white van pulling over right next to her.

He barely fits inside the cargo space with her, almost folds her in half while ducking and stepping inside. The car groans under the weight, slants slightly to the side, and she starts to panic and squirm from realizing this is actually happening.

Next thing she knows, she's being picked up from behind like she weighs nothing. A large palm lands over her mouth the minute she’s about to scream – she makes a tiny little noise through her nose but the palm moves to cover that as well.

The street is silent, it's a lazy afternoon in the suburbs, everyone is at work and children are at school, and no one can hear or see how some psycho hauls her inside that van.

"Shh. Stop fighting," a familiar voice bleeds into her ears, muffled and warm.

It can't be…

But then again, didn't she just make a wish upon a psycho star?

He notices she has stopped fighting, just like he ordered her to. He feels how she surrenders to a far stronger beast – just like she's supposed to. And then he purrs.

"Das ist eher so… Be good now. Be a good girl."

Yep...

No one speaks German like that. No one calls her a gut girl like that.

The palm leaves her mouth, and she's being lowered gently on the floor of the van. She turns to look at her captor with both hope and dread pounding inside her chest.

"König…?"

It's pointless to utter that name when the man before her is exactly his size and build, moves like him, has those same cold, blue eyes that gain a warmer tone every time they land on her. The only thing that makes her take a double check is that he's not wearing a hood this time but a black balaclava. Oddly enough, it makes him look a bit more human. She can see the shape of his jaw, the perch of his nose, usually disguised by the baggy sniper hood he's so fond of...

But what the new mask also does is that it makes him look even more menacing: he looks like some of those terrorists they've always fought against. He looks like the biggest bank robber ever put to this earth, he looks like he's about to shoot dozens of innocent citizens and then kidnap someone to take as his prize and drag them into his rape lair.

The notion should not make her squeal like she's looking forward to being that person…

"You're mine now," he looks down at her, lying at his feet like a stray cat about to be taken back home, then turns to walk out of the van. By the time he slams the doors shut, she's smiling – she might be in need of some serious help, but she can't deny König is at his best when he comes out to play.

….....

His house is surprisingly neat, albeit it is no doubt also a man cave for a soldier who rarely spends time at home.

She’s not carried into a cold lair or a secret dungeon underneath the house. No, she gets to stay in his bedroom, on a soft, king-sized bed. He "forces" her cook for him, and praises her meals like they’re some sort of gourmet dishes. It lights a little flame inside her chest, a fire that doesn’t burn but only feels warm. She starts to tidy his place on her own accord.

It's cute, and it's fun, their little kidnap game.

It’s also kind of entertaining to play house with König like this, especially when her "kidnapper" comes to her every night and takes her gently but intensely, with a passion that renders her silent.

It starts to resemble the most domestic little scene until after one week, she snaps out of it.

She doesn't fight back at all.

He calls her his, asks if she has everything she needs as they lay together on his ridiculously large and nice bed. She doesn’t miss her hard army bunk one bit.

She snaps out of it because he brings her a dress.

She fucking hates dresses.

Well, perhaps she doesn’t hate them... but she hates the particular dress he bought her. It's white and has flowers on it – yuck – is she supposed to cook him a nice, healthy meal while wearing that? Let him lift the hem and take her against a counter whenever he wants? Does he think she’s just going to open her legs for him every night after serving him like a docile, doting little wife?

That night, she fights like a wildcat when he comes to her. She enjoys the way he's panting by the time she finally surrenders to him. He sounds like a dog in heat, he's grunting like a man who has one job too many, trying to restrain his little alley cat so that he can push that heavenly cock inside her. She's dripping wet by the time he gets there, looking up at her captor with lightning and thunder in her eyes.

"What's gone into you now, meine Wildkatze?"

"That stupid dress, that's what's gone into me," she hisses as he tries to be gentle again – she suddenly hates it that he's gentle.

"You'd look good in it," he tries, and she almost spits on his face. Her heart hurts for some unfathomable reason, her lower lip juts out with a furious pout.

"Well you'd look good in rags…!"

And just when she thinks he couldn't make it worse… he makes it worse.

He just laughs. Gently, and heartily.

"Is that the best you can do, little one?"

"You'd make such a good wife..."

The only thing she can do is gasp for air as he makes love to her, as those eyes hold her captive gently, so gently – has he become so gentle just because she cooked him for a week and cleaned up his stupid man cave?

Did he kidnap her just because he realized that would be the perfect way to trick her and transform her into a good little housewife?

Good god...

"If you don't set me free tomorrow, I swear I'll… I'll run away!"

She’s the one panting now, and her threat has little effect save for the hauntingly familiar flash of dare that makes those blue eyes look brighter for a second.

"That's what cats do sooner or later," her King tilts his head – the cock inside her gives a demanding pulse, and she has to fight the urge to moan.

"…but they always return home."

#answered #kidnap roleplay #yandere könig #confident soldier lady gets more than she bargained for #lol she's falling in love and she hates it #könig is already in love ❤️#we do need a callsign for her though #any suggestions?#something kitty kat related perhaps lol

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tannnnblogs · 5 months

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Courier 6 doodles!

#fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout courier #courier 6 #my art #i don't have a name for them #any suggestions?

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tinyq · 1 year

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Couch naps.

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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover · 8 days

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a couple of months ago, in choir, we started learning pieces for the anzac concert. I remember looking at one of the pieces, "we will remember them", and thinking, my brother will be destroyed by this if I kill myself before then (it's a setting of the famous war poem). but I didn't think I had an option. I was utterly certain that by the time the concert rolled around, I would be weeks dead. I didn't think I could get there.

that concert was today. as we waited to sing that specific piece, I thought of my certainty months ago, and I realised, I've barely felt suicidal for weeks. sure, it comes up sometimes, but not nearly as frequently as it used to. not daily. and today I hit twelve days without self harming. I thought about suicide today - and I decided I did not want it. not now. I still can't say, and maybe I never will be able to, not ever, but this is enough for now.

I didn't believe people when they said life gets better. but somehow it does. for a long while there I never said 'see you' to people when leaving, because I wasn't sure I would see them again this side of the kingdom. I've started saying it again. one of my brothers came to watch our performance today, and when we left we said goodbye and I won't see him for at least two weeks. but I said 'see you later' all the same.

if you're where I was a couple of months ago and not believing that life gets better, I'm here to say: I got help a few months ago, was extremely close to a psych ward (like 'if it gets any worse at all you are to go to emergency immediately') and I am convinced I would have been dead within the week if I hadn't reached out for help. not much changed: except that I got anxiety medication, which helped to start me stopping regular self harm. I think that medication was enough to start me on the positive trend, but whatever it was: I staunchly believed it couldn't get better, and it has despite me.

anyway, the concert was good. it was fun. glad I'm round for it.

#tw suicide #personal #puddleglum hours #i need to start having a tag for good-things i think #any suggestions?

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picturesquepalette · 7 months

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cat mobile

watercolor on paper

#I feel like this painting needs a better name #any suggestions?#art #artists on tumblr #art vs artist #small artist #artwork #realism #drawing #painting #watercolor painting #watercolor #cat drawing #funny cats #silly cats #silly goofy mood #catlr #chubby cat #cat art

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home-of-renn · 1 year

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When Jazz had first gotten back from her week-long summer camp for gifted children, she’d expected an empty fridge and a sink full of dirty dishes and a living room that would desperately need to be vacuumed. She had expected the empty driveway and the overgrown lawn and the fresh new graffiti that tagged the side of their mailbox in neon green paint and crude, mocking words.

Most of all, she had expected her little brother to be there at the front door when she knocked. She’d expected it to swing wide open before she could even set down her belongings and fish out her own set of keys. She’d expected her baby brother to be standing there to greet her, clad in socks that had worn thin across the heel and had holes where his big toe stuck out, with hair that hadn’t been brushed in a week and still wearing clothes he’d slept in the night before.

What she hadn’t expected was the pungent, metallic odour that hung in the air. Stale and sour, overwhelming her every sense as she stepped past the threshold - suffocating what little oxygen not yet taken up by the foul stench of burning flesh and hair.

She hadn’t expected the strong, chemical smell that wafted from the second storey of the house.

Or the bloody footprints leading up the basement stairs.

Or the dark, patchy stains sinking into the living room rug.

Or her brother’s friends to come racing from the back of the house with wide, watery eyes and ashen faces, tripping over gallon bottles of bleach and haphazardly strewn cleaning supplies.

But most of all, she hadn’t expected to find her little brother, rumpled and glassy-eyed, staring into the swirling green light of her parent’s latest failed invention.

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breelynnxoxoxo · 2 months

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NEED TO FIND A GOOD BOOK TO READ! 🤓🤓🤓

#love to read #a good read #read a book #need a new book #any suggestions?#a new world #love romance #love suspense #health and nutrition

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 6 days

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My asks, requests, and suggestions are open!

I know not many people look at the things I make but yall. Pls. I am BEGGING you for some writing prompts. Or literally anything like that. Art block is killing me.

As you can likely tell, I’m used to doing Vox related shit. I can do basically any Vox ship, but I usually do x reader. I do think I have a good understanding of the radiostatic, radiosilence, and staticmoth dynamics, but specifications are always great! I’m also open to Polycule Vees and again, literally anything to do with Vox.

As far as other characters go? I’m familiar enough with Lucifer, Alastor, Valentino, Adam and Niffty to be confident in writing them. Everyone else is kinda eh. I know the characters well enough, I just have trouble portraying them and how complex they are sometimes. So keep that in mind, I guess.

Sexual stuff is fine, so is angst, violence, gore, etc. I’m fine with more graphic topics (This is Hell, after all). Fluff and wholesome shit would be hella cute if you have any ideas! Basically just don’t be a prick and you’ll probably be fine. Anything NSFW is fine by me, I’m perfectly comfortable writing it. And don’t worry, I’ll be sure to tag any and all sensitive topics in my posts as best I can.

Asks, story requests, suggestions, etc. about or applying to my ‘Be A Doll’ AU are more than welcome!

TLDR; I’m a Vox simp dying of lack of ideas for writing. Please send yours in through my ask box. I will take literally anything. (But I do have a preference for the Be A Doll AU because it’s so fucked up and delicious to write)

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