perfect victim ౨ৎ

🩷🩵

panties of the day<3

kidnapping but you keep calling it “my adoption” and making me call you Dad

rape and nonconsensual touching but it extends into the aftercare.

youre angry at them and scared and flinching and after what they just did to your body you can barely stand on your own but when you can you try to shuffle and crawl away from them. you dont WANT them to bathe you, theyre probably just trying to wash evidence off but youre weak and shaking, you cant really fight them off. they grab you by the crook of your elbow and drag you to your feet, hauling you into the bathroom while you stumble or even drag uselessly behind them. you curse at them half heartedly when they drop you into their shower. you sputter as the water comes on, too cold and unexpected. they set up a chair near where youre sitting and roll up their sleeves, take a handful of your now wet hair and drag you to them. you shake and flinch as they drag you over, hands covering your face like theyre going to hit you. instead they just start to wash your hair. you freeze under the gentle touching, struggle to connect this behavior with everything else thats happened tonight. the water is warm now and theyre cooing at you and telling you you were good, you didnt behave yourself but you still made them feel so good and youre such a good pet, or you will be once they break you a little further. you sit there dumbfounded and humiliated as they talk to you like a child or a scared animal. you dont notice your shoulders relax or how youve started leaning into their hands, but they do. they mutter vague sounds of approval at your submission, the first time youve behaved all fucking night. as soon as they finish with your hair they move to your body, gently lathering you with soap while you try to hide yourself. one smack to one of your bruised wrists is all it takes to get you to stop covering up now. the violence, the violation, the beating, the tears, and now the warm water, the whiplash, the soft touching, the confusion, its all made you so pliant. you dont say anything when they take extra care to wash your holes. you only shoot them a look when they say “good as new, like nothing ever happened.” they turn off the water and wrap you in a soft, fluffy towel. you look shell shocked and they cant help but laugh that now and only now is when you want to disconnect from your body. once it feels safe. they scoop you up and take you back to the bed you were just violated on. talking down to you as they put you in pajamas and bottle feed you water like a sick lamb, first manhandling your limp spacey body into some underwear youve never seen before (did they have that waiting for you? how long have they planned to do this to you), then a tshirt. they chide you when you dont move to help get it on yourself. clicking their tongue and telling you “arms up” like a child. you move sluggishly and hesitantly but do as they say. they put the shirt on you and kiss your head, thanking you for being so good. you feel sick. they maneuver you into their bed finally so that they can hold you to their chest. as you start to drift off in spite of yourself, they whisper “dont even think about running off tonight. you havent seen anything yet.” in your ear

Konig with reader that tends to run away

Konig expected you to try and run when he first took you but he never expected you to try and run 32 times!

And yes, he counted

The first time you tried you really didn’t get far, he had left the basement door unlocked on accident and you saw it as a chance to get away

It wasn’t till you got till the front door only to see a huge padlock!

He grabbed you in a matter a second and dragged you back down to the basement, he didn’t punish you for a couple of reasons

One, he wanted you to love him because you wanted to not because you were scared and two, he seriously did expect you to try and run so he wasn’t very mad. Plus he got you before even making it out of the door

Then the second time you tried to run you asked him to cuddle, and how could he ever say no to that! He really believed that you were warming up to him or you were just really lonely but whatever

So obviously he started to cuddle you with his arms wrapped around you and his face burrowed into your chest

Little did he know you basically pick pocketed him to get your hands on the pretty little key that you keeping you from freedom

It took a couple weeks but he left the door unlocked again

At this point you might have thought he was doing it on purpose, at this point he deserves you running away

You got all the away to the door completely safe, you even got to unlock the door! Only to be spotted and thrown back down to the basement

And he definitely was a little heartbroken you only cuddled him to get the key but he was also a little turned on that you were you smart enough to think of something so sneaky

It continued like this for the next 30 tries

One time you got up there to find he had put like 3 new locks

Another time you got upstairs to find him in a chair just watching the basement door like a creep

He just wanted to make sure you were safe( read as “making sure you didn’t get out”)

But through all this he had yet to punish you

He wanted to love you gently and kindly but you were pushing his god damn buttons

It was only until you actually got outside, you had picked so many locks, stolen so many keys

You finally got outside, at first you didn’t move from the front porch. You just stood there and thought, like really thought for what you realize was the first time you really took in your situation

You were standing on the porch of a house in the middle of nowhere

What looked like thousands of miles of trees surrounded the house, no matter where you look you can’t spot a road or anything similar to one

How long had you been there? A couple weeks? A couple months? A year? More?

You had no way of telling. You felt the sweet summer air fill your lungs and then realized it was fall when you were last outside

Had it really been that long? Was anyone even still looking for you? Was anyone even looking in the first place?

You feel the sting of tears in your eyes, you quickly wipe them away though. You don’t have time for that you need to get far away

You already wasted enough time thinking about fall that you should have used to get far far far away

It doesn’t take much longer for you to take off, your lungs quickly starting to burn, you haven’t had much movement in the time you had been taken. Only the many times you tried to escape but other then that you hadn’t done much but sit in the basement and reassure a over grown baby that you loved him and didn’t want to leave him

That doesn’t matter now, all that matter is running. Getting away is all you should be thinking of

You really think you could do it this time. You think that you must be pretty far away you try to keep going but your running slows

Until you hear it, the sound of something heavy running not to far behind you

You want to convince yourself it’s a deer or another animal but you know exactly what it is

You pick up your speed and try not to look behind you but you can imagine the hooded man only a couple inches behind you

It was stupid to think you could out run him, a pathetic little thing like you? No chance.

It doesn’t take very long until you feel his muscular arms wrap around you tightly

“Didn’t get very far did you huh maus?” Konig says teasingly

That’s something he said often when he would catch you, it made you unexplainably angry but this time it just made you more confused then anything?

What didn’t he mean? you thought you got pretty far?

He was only till he turned around with you still tightly wrapped up in his arms that you saw it

You where only maybe 70 feet away from the house

You could still see the damn house clear as day! But that wasn’t the worse part

The worst part was konig whispering all the horrible things he was gonna do to you little body the second you both got home<3

pussy from a boy who cries really hard and can’t stop his hands from shaking when you lead him back to your house with a hand on the back of his neck (he knows it’s his last night alive)

struggling to get into position 😣

I need >////< 🩷

someone come play with me! ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

!!kidnapping!!

imagine being kidnapped and your captor records your missing persons report when it plays on tv, just to later play it for you over and over again while they edge you. one day they’ll have trained you successfully to the point where you get turned on whenever you hear it, leaving you horny and desperate over your own kidnapping.♡

Fantasizing about a mean human finding me in the forest and luring me to him and then using an aphrodisiac to keep me drugged up and horny and then keeping me as his neat forest find and letting his friends use me because he can’t help but show me off like a trophy

Accepting its place as a helpless object 🎀

me when I realize my stalker kink stems from my childhood trauma of being neglected/not being watched and not just because I have great taste in men

Imagine breaking in and finding me fast asleep in these panties? ^-^