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konigsblog · 3 days
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i’m weirdly obsessed with all your thoughts about könig or whoever stalking and kidnapping their fav porn star to make their own content (fun thought: if said star specialized in cnc and other hardcore content in the first place, so he can keep uploading stuff, showing off all the ways he rapes and tortures her, so he can read comments of people celebrating it)
photo credit; @ave661
tw/cw; — non-con/rape, kidnapping, porn addict!könig x pornstar!afab!reader, dark content. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+
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könig can't help his creepy obsession with his favourite pornstar.
könig spends the majority of his day laying around, constantly checking your twitter for new tweets, in the hopes of a new release. he especially adores you because you specialise in darker porn, with taboo themes that leave his hung, girthy cock sore. whether that's acting as if you're someone's stepsister or roleplaying being raped brutally. könig truly believes that deep down, you want to be raped and that you need to be taken away and taken advantage of in his cold, dirty basement, treated like a slave.
oh, isn't he so corrupted and immoral, mäusi?
you're used to having fans come up and drool over you in public, usually depraved and older men, just like könig. they'll stare at your supple tits while slurring their speech drunkenly, reeking of sweat and alcohol. their eyes are half-lidded, with their boners clearly obvious from the bulge it creates in their trousers. and könig isn't an exception to this group of deranged males.
he'll tap your shoulder gently, already stumbling over his words as he gazes at you with heart eyes. he'll ask for a photo—to get off to in private—and ask for a hug from his favourite pornstar. most men don't ask for a hug, but before you could deny him and push him away, he was already pulling you in and groping your pretty body. his calloused, large hands immediately went to your tight ass as he fondled your rear, practically hunching over your form as he huffed at your sweet perfume.
when he finally has you exactly where he wants you, locked away in his dirty basement, he's excited to finally strap you down to a metal table and rape you until his legs give out. each thrust is brutal and ruthless, the lights in your face blinding your vision, unable to fight him from the tight restraints on your wrists and ankles, sobbing out pathetically and accepting defeat against the large, brute man, hoping that he'll find it in him to be tender and gentle with you.
he's disturbing, that's for certain—clear as day. he gets off to these videos he takes in private, stroking his lengthy dick sloppily and uploading them for some easy money. you're forced by könig to call your family and say that you're happy and safe and that you started a new life with your ‘husband’. people don't suspect anything; they just assume your content has become more extreme, leaving you as könig's captive and his pet.
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Sweet Nothings
What can a giant's promises be but empty when they are given after having stolen the tiny away from her home?
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"Shhhh, shhhh, you're alright," came the rumbling croon, a gentle yet still overwhelming pressure brushing softly against her fragile back.
She buried her face further into her knees, arms wrapped tight around her calves and fingers digging crescent's into the meat of her thighs. It did little to mitigate her trembling.
"I'll take care of you," the voice soothed, once more stroking along her shivering spine.
A single set of tears spilled past her cheeks, dampening the threadbare cloth of her pants. She desperately withheld a whimper, clamping her lips tight as her chin quivered and her throat strained.
Her attempts did not matter; her captor noticed anyway. "Don't cry," he whispered, cupping her further between his undeniably monstrously-sized palms.
She squeezed her eyes shut, huddling more tightly in on herself and flinching as the soft touch against her back returned.
"You'll be happier, with me," her kidnapper murmured, and she could not tell if the words were more for her or for himself. Either version would not make the supplication any less of a lie.
Her chest heaved and stuttered with her aborted breaths, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to stave off the worst of it.
The giant shushed her again, oh-so-comfortingly, sweetly, promising, "I shall give you whatever your heart so desires." His fingertip brushed gently against the back of her delicate neck, and she flinched at the touch. The attempt to soothe felt like nothing but a threat, an emphasis on the disparity between their sizes. His promises were worth less than that. How could they be more when she knew them to be so bitterly, laughably, untrue? For she knew he would never free her, and that was the only wish her tremulous heart so covetously, now cruelly, desired.
"Nobody will ever hurt you again," he lovingly crooned, gently stroking her trembling sides with a finger as long as she was tall. It was a bastardization of comfort for her, an unwanted touch.
If only she was brave enough to answer his words. To reason that her life had not been made of just hurt, and even the hurt had been proof that she had been living - had been alive. What was human nature, but for a struggle in life to achieve their self-destined goals? And so she had struggled, perhaps more than most - certainly more than many - but it had not meant that she ever, ever wished to be taken away from it all. From her life, from her people, from her home.
If she had the courage, she would rise to her feet and glare up to her captor, this leviathan monster disguised as man. She would jab a finger up to him and shout and rage that he was hurting her, far deeper than most, as this pain went to her very soul instead of only skin deep.
What did it matter if he outwardly treated her gently - if even his capture of her had left her with nary a bruise - if his very actions in and of themselves rent her heart to shattered pieces.
It did not matter, and it never would. She would never trust this giant and his sweet nothings, his gentle touches, for he had made it clear from the very beginning that he saw her as something lesser than.
To him, she was nothing but a doll, one to be picked up - to be 'rescued' - from the dirt and carried away, heedless to her protests, to her autonomy or to her desires.
No, she would not fall for his sweet nothings, for his entreaties, for his meaningless platitudes. Not for this giant who had stolen her away from her life as if it had meant nothing. She could never forgive such an irreparable, callous cruelty.
And as she curled up tightly in his cupped palm, feeling his thunderous heartbeat through the bare soles of her dirt-stained feet... she dully wondered if her forgiveness would even mean anything to him at all.
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;( kjsjhf BIG sad, mah bad. Highkeeeey wanted to make it so the giant does have a legit reason? Or at least thought he did bc of some misunderstanding or smthn - but for now, here's some more unresolved angst! :D
but fr this was uhh a lil (a lot) depressing ngl, but uhhh ye hopefully you liked?? :DDDD *sweats*
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cutep1e33 · 3 days
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all i want us for someone to k!dnap me and turn me into a dumb pet. and my whole purpose is obeying, even against my will
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blogblairie · 23 hours
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Let’s go explore lost places and rape me between the crumbling walls.
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transcowgirlslut · 2 months
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it's kind of bullshit that people will react with horror to me discussing my fantasies/kinks until i clarify I'm the sub in them. like even my therapist was all like "ohhh it's ok to want to hold power so long as it's consensual" and then clearly relaxed when I clarified I wanted to be the sub.
i love you everyone and with rape kinks, those who want to roleplay kidnapping and abusing someone, i love you i love you i love you. this ain't me fishing for a dom/me to be clear---you are VALUED as a person, outside of your sexual fantasies. I care about you and appreciate you, and there is nothing wrong or bad about you!!!!
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danascullysjournal · 16 days
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“Oh, Archivist.”
It’s finished! Nikola Orsinov kidnapping Jon sent me spiraling so I had to paint it. The horrors he endures😵‍💫🥺 poor Jon. I don’t think the creators meant to have the wax figures melting but that’s how it is in my head
Detail below:
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sibmakesart · 4 months
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triggered from having his face covered
part 2
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fycoren · 2 months
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wuh oh-
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getodrools · 1 month
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warnings. yan! true form sukuna, implied non/dub con: ( forced marriage and pregnancy ), kidnapping.
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All of them looked at you.
You recognized those faces. And you tried to hide from them behind the mighty stature built of an abundance of muscles and cursed energy…
But, all of those familiar faces contorted differently, some not knowing how to react; some gaped wide as others felt pity when you were shoved in front of the king by those large hands you grew to loathe.
That cruel and selfish thing held a wide wry smirk as your body — so frail, yet heavy with a large bump wobbled embarrassingly and tired ahead… You couldn't bear to lift your crown to confront them, too mortified. Yet, they couldn't see that attempt, you only looked too weak to try in their eyes…
You felt it in your heart, deep down they had a sense — they knew what was going to happen soon as he left with you.
As much as they forever wished for your safety and honored your valor of vengeance, carrying on your name as the savior when Sukuna swore he'd seize havoc if he got what he wanted — to marry you and earn an heir, he'd settle with leaving all merciful. Leaving behind the chaos he caused and settling far from their territory with the only promise of you.
You remember that very doomsday when he held you with two bloodstained arms — blood of your own comrades who fought with all their might… weak legs dangling in the smokey air as flames erupted from buildings and screams begrudged through the entire city, you remember scraping at the tough skin, seemingly unbreakable, but in hopes he'd release you, you tried unduly before you could end up with no head… But fighting with the last of your might, you swear to this day you could still feel that very cruel squeeze to your sides as he stalked the others with ease, cursing a promise out you had never expected to hear, truthfully.
Almost all warfare seized. They all looked just as disgusted as they do now, just how they were watching the way you shivered when Sukuna’s leather-like tongue lapped over your neck to the whole side of your face as he panted out those very words you toss and turn from every night,
“Take too long to give an answer, I’ll kill another. Or, I will set ablaze to everyone if you don't.”
There was no winning.
Leaving with you far beyond the horizon and years to come, the people you once called family and friends were never to be seen again.
Sukuna wasn't as surprised as they were once they found his concealed empire plagued with cursed energy. He didn't even care, he already got what he wanted and they couldn't do a single thing about it. They knew that very well too.
Especially seeing how you lived now.
They tried to prepare themselves though, knowing his ruthless acts were to be brought upon you once you agreed — you didn't need to, but for the sake of countless lives and for the ones you cherished, you sacrificed yourself, a single life, to him without thought, and now you harbor a dreadful wedlock and bear a child.
Yuji’s face was the worst. He felt disgust and outrage – you poor thing. He couldn't imagine what you've gone through, especially now as you carried a half-being inside of you. Something mixed with the King of curses genes brewing into something undoubtedly revolting, something he couldn't conjecture how you had to submit to such monstrosity to get this far…
Megumi steps back, “Y/n…” You flinch. You haven't heard your name in years, only the title of being Sukuna’s wife dug a deep scar into the tissue of your brain.
Even the other members flinch.
But now, they had their eyes on you for long enough and Sukuna grabs your shoulder to reer you behind him again, right where you belonged.
“Interesting seeing you all.” The king stood tall; a pair of strong arms crossed over his chest as the others waved around smugly.
They knew his strength and didn't want to erase all the disarray you've went through to save them once, so they stepped back, cursing themselves as they did. Crossing boundaries they never thought they'd see, Sukuna knew it would be idiotic for them to waste your life if they dared to overstep it.
They couldn't do that to you.
Waving them off, “She's expected soon,” Ryōmen smacks his lips, keeping his chin up high and all eyes low as if he wasn't already towering over them, “Once that's out, she’ll be busy on the next – as promised.” You shiver, huddling behind the only thing you grew to get used to — so to speak, forced to.
Clinging to his side, you barely peek through his arms to catch their faces once again, but oh, how much you've missed them… Too repentant, weary eyes only tremble at the floor they creaked on, and the further they got, the longing to run alongside them and to be free worsened…
You squeeze your belly.
Shoving your ridden face into his naked back as your husband continued threatening them with your life, you remind yourself this was worth saving them… even if…
… You still needed to give him five more.
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PINNED ・ JJK MASTERLIST ・ RYŌMEN SUKUNA
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the-alpine-glow · 1 month
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i’m not good but i can learn 🥺
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master-xochimilli · 2 months
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I want to kidnap and tie up my boy, stuff his mouth with his soaking panties so he can't scream as I take him away. Tell him he's mine and only mine forever as I collar him up, scratch my name into every single one of his limbs, make him only see me
Fuck him until he's unconscious, pump his holes full of my cum, make him only want me, need me, love me. I'll keep him forever as my beloved pet, my beloved boy until I'm his entire world, his shining light and god
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incorrectbatfam · 4 months
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Robin!Dick: Bruce, can I walk to the park?
Bruce: Well, let's see. If a stranger asks you to get in their van, would you?
Dick: Absolutely, I love meeting new people.
Bruce: No, you don't get in the van.
Dick: Okay, I won't.
Bruce: What if they have candy?
Dick: Now I'm getting in, I love candy.
Bruce: No, you don't get in.
Dick: But they have candy, come on!
Bruce: You don't get in!
Dick: Fine, I won't.
Bruce: What if they say, "But I know your dad."
Dick: Then I'm getting in. That's family.
Bruce: No, they're lying.
Dick: That liar!
Bruce: What if they have a puppy?
Dick: I'm getting in.
Bruce: No, you still don't get in.
Dick: Okay, no problem.
Bruce: What if they offer you money?
Dick: I'm in there!
Bruce: No!
Dick: No?
Bruce: No!
Dick: Okay.
Bruce: What if they say they'll take you to the toy store?
Dick: Scoot over, I'm getting in!
Bruce: No!
Dick: I'm staying out. I'm not getting in the van.
Bruce: No, you can't go to the park.
Dick: I don't even wanna go anymore.
Bruce: Okay.
Dick: I wanna get in that stranger's van. They got fucking puppies and candy.
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konigsblog · 11 days
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kidnappers krueger sending videos of konig’s favorite girl being used and treated so roughly??
tw: non-con, kidnapping, bondage. 🔞
while he's away on deployment? he'll cry, he can't bear to see his favourite dumb girl be treated in such a disgusting, brutal manner. :(
könig is so gentle with his captive, while krueger is nothing but cruel and violent, degrading and humiliating. he finds a sick and perverted form of enjoyment and pleasure in treating you as if you're some kind of sex doll, manipulating your body into different positions, slapping his weed tip against your cunt again for another round while recording for könig.
he uses bondage to restrain you, while könig usually uses his bare hands to pin your wrists now, whispering sweet praise and apologies to you. now, under the control of krueger, you're gagged and bound, wrists tied together and your nipples sore from being toyed with. your eyes are wet from sobbing, krueger telling you to smile while he fucks you brutally, a tear rolling down your cheek slowly. each thrust is harsh, the head of his lengthy dick smacking against your cervix, bruising it with his pace.
oh god, könig is heartbroken seeing his angel be treated so inhumane, as if you're not worthy of respect.
fuck, as soon as he's home, he'll coddle you and won't let krueger near you for days, perhaps weeks, telling you how apologetic he is for leaving you alone in the presence of krueger without his protection, holding your tightly and watching you squirm when he touches your achingly sore cunt, admiring how ruined you are.
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