#Tw Kidnapping

[rottenish]

a stalker that is so obsessed with your happiness, well-being, and pleasure, that when they kidnap you everything just seems so perfect. of course they learned everything about you when you were the cutest pet they had ever seen. let them drag every aching moan out of your body and cry until you only cry from pleasure anymore, ensnared in a heaven that only exists for you, and who would leave a true paradise? of course they want you to be happy no matter the cost just let them take care of you.

[drkthoughts-k]

I guess I could never be a brat, I'm too polite and obedient, if I want to get spanked I won't be mean to you or test you, I'll simply place my head on your lap and look up with puppy eyes "can I get spank time, please?🥺". If I want you to be mean and rough I'll get on my knees and beg like the pathetic boy I am.

I don't need to test your limits because I'll seduce you with cuteness until you have the cuteness aggression and beat me up cuz I'm too adorable not to be bleeding

[cumtastiics]

first actual work since april? i think :p tw implied kidnapping

"do-... do you think you can take them off? just for today. please," your voice was quiet, referring to all of the restraints. he said it was your... 'anniversary' afterall. he should be able to do that much for you.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, his tone almost mocking. "you're feeling awfully brave today..." he hummed, finishing up tying your wrists. he leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "is that what you want? to play pretend like you're free? just for today?"

you swallowed hard, wrists already aching in the bindings he'd just finished tightening.

"you said today was our anniversary so i just... thought maybe..."

he pulled back, slow and deliberate, that cruel little smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"thought what, darlin'?" he asked, tone thick with mockery. "you thought i'd be feeling generous today? you thought... you thought i'd change our routine for an anniversary?" he grabbed a chunk of your hair, forcing you to look straight at him. "answer me."

"i-... i just thought, since... you know, you would let them off for one night," your voice trembled, the fear obvious.

"don't be stupid," he could only give you a disgusted look.

[bunnybunny06]

You can kidnap me and take me to your house if you want.

[butchermeat]

i was literally born to be a victim.

i was born to be photographed changing in my bedroom, born to be stalked on my way to work. i was born to be snatched off the streets and thrown into a van that was parked and waiting for me! i was born to be chained in a basement, to be fucked raw and rough every single day. i was born to fall in love with my captor. i was literally born to be a victim!

[romy-died]

you're in his dms. i'm shackled to his radiator begging him to kill me. we're not the same

[animatronic-assistant]

Elara stared at him with wide optics as he reached for her. It took everything in her not to jerk away. She didn't get long to worry as he shut her off. The world going dark. Her last thought was hoping Bloodmoon would forgive her.

She went limp. With the sudden loss of power her optics didn't even close, they remained open, half lidded and dark, a final tear rolling down her cheek. She actually looks quite beautiful and tragic like this. So broken and devastated.

And as they stepped through the portal,

Skol made sure to close it behind them quickly. He could hear the enraged snarls of Andromeda's mate nearby and he surely wasn't to deal with THAT.

Not right now, anyways.

With his hunger for carnage satisfied and his goal now in sight, Skol seemed to be a little more calm (sorta) and collected. He didn't feel the dull, burning, sensation he got when his killcode ran rampant -- ah well, more so than usual. Haha. Hahaha!

Skol chortled to himself as he, not so kindly, picked up @animatronic-assistant like a ragdoll and plopped her unceremoniously onto a plush lab bed. The place was very clean. Organized. Yet dimly lit.

Skol liked it that way. It felt better on his optics, being a Moon model after all...

He eyed her mangled stump of an arm and glanced back at the pooling oil trail she had been leaving behind. Ah. Well, it wasn't clean here anymore. Skol slowly looked back at Elara's arm and simply reached out, taking the stump in his grasp and scrunched the metal together and twisted it. That definitely cinched it closed to keep her body from losing anymore of that.

Much better. Now. Stay with me, Elara... Don't go passing out just yet.

Skol grinned at her cheekily.

You and I have some work to do and I have done questions about your code. You said your Moon altered it. Elaborate.

[onlytiktoks]

[drkthoughts-k]

"It won't fit!!!" Sub 🤝 "I know, get ready for it mutt" dom

[bunnygirllover45]

possession.

[casuallyanidiot]

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TW. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ! MDNI ! Noncon, captivity, spanking, anal, bondage, voyeurism, edging (you don't get to finish)

You're captor loves giving the fans what they want!

“You don’t have to cry when you’re not on camera, you know.”

Tears dribbled down your cheeks as you curled up into a little ball. Your hands were wrapped in soft mittens, making them basically unusable. You sniffled and wiped your face. It was humiliating. You were practically nude save for the collar around your neck and the stockings clinging to your upper thighs.

“Seriously,” He sighed and wrapped his large hand around your ankle, yanking you across the mattress until you were seated at the edge where all the cameras were pointed to. “You’ve got to save your energy,” He chided and smoothed out your hair a bit. He wiped at your ruddy face, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Although… yeah keep pouting like that,” he groaned and pulled out the handheld. He zoomed the lens in on your fearful expressions. His breathing became ragged. As he held your face in his palm, squishing your cheeks and turning your head in various directions. A bit of drool slipped past your lips, and you let out a tiny sob. “Fuckkkk you’re perfect. You’re my perfect little thing aren’t you?” His thumb worked his way past your teeth, chuckling softly as he smeared spit over your puffy lips.

The world spun as you were forced over, your hips propped up on a pillow. You let out a strangled cry as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He quickly worked to strap your arms to be folded together behind your back, making it arch almost painfully. He spread the globes of your ass open, and you whimpered at the feeling. Normally he’d keep you stuffed with toys, making a show of how gaped you could become afterwards, but today was different. You shuffled a bit to see what he was preparing, and you yelped at the feeling of cool lube being poured onto your skin. You tried to shut your thighs, but he kept them open as he began to work his fingers into you. You moaned soon after, your eyes fluttering as the sounds of your cunt being pumped into sounded out.

“We got- fuck- we got a request to have you be spanked and then do a bit of anal. They said- said not to touch your clit or anything. So unfair haha. Our viewers have gotten so mean lately. I think they like seeing you all scared. But you don’t have to be scared with me, baby. No no no, You’ve just got to relax so I can keep taking care of us.”

It shouldn’t feel this bad, or any more bad than being kidnapped and fucked mercilessly on a daily basis would. But no, no he made you read all the things people said about you. About him. They didn’t think this was real, and if they did, then they probably were getting off on the idea that you were being held captive. You had tried to call out for help once in a video, but when people said your screams were too realistic, he started to gag you for a while after that. It was a project, this wasn’t actually your life, he was a good partner, you were a good actor: All things people said instead of actually helping you. And now you were stuck having your ass spread for whoever would pay the most, just because he couldn’t deal with the reality that this was anything but your worst nightmare.

In the last few weeks, your captor had been filming nearly every moment of your life. You’d be convinced that he got some sick pleasure from documenting every scream and tearful breakdown, but you knew better. Sure, he liked it, but he mainly did it because of his damn viewers. You were sure that we wouldn’t even have your thighs open and down if it wasn’t for a good chunk of those sick fucks practically begging to see him fuck you on a near daily basis, but then again he was literally your kidnapper so you couldn’t say anything for certain anymore.

You squealed as he brought his hand down. The resounding crack was followed by a burning sting. You didn’t have a moment to breathe before he smacked you again, and again until your backside was on fire and bruised. Your tears stained the pillow as you whimpered, and he reached forward, petting your lower back like one would a frightened animal.

“There we go. You did so good.” 

He had to gag you before starting to actual fuck you. He was running his fingers over your scalp as if it would make anything better. His cock was stretching out your asshole in a way that felt all too wrong and full. You gurgled pathetically as he shallowly thrust into you. It didn’t even feel all that good, but he was moaning like you had handed him heaven on a silver platter.

“Mngh! H-hah d-don’t worry baby- I’ll touch your pussy as much as you want after this,” he whispered mischievously as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. You sobbed at the thought of letting him anywhere near your other hole, but you were leaking all over the sheets at the moment. And your cunt was positively aching to have attention paid to it. You winced as he grew more frantic in pacing, finally spilling deep within your clenching ass. You made a pathetic whine as he stilled within you, spanking your ass a few more times as he rolled his hips almost teasingly before pulling out. He panted as he hooked his finger in the rim of your asshole and pulled it to the side so the camera could capture the way his cum leaked out.

“Okay! And that should be good for now,” he sighed, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair. “Man, baby, you’re so fucking tight down here. I thought you were gonna rip my dick off haha,” he laughed breathlessly and unbuckled the gag. He massaged your jaw as you slumped forward.

“I know, I know. You don’t like being shut up like that… but I really kind of have to. I mean, It’s not exactly hot when you’re screaming for help all the time,” He said and started to review the footage while his other hand reached down and started to tease your clit again. You jumped at his touch, but as humiliated as you were, you were so embarrassingly horny that you simply bit into the sheets beneath you to stop the humiliating noises from spilling out.

One maddeningly slow circle at a time. You grunted softly, and he let out a whistle. “ You know, I’m so glad I get to do this with you. I’m really lucky. Most people can’t make a living from loving their partner all the time like we do.”

He slipped a finger in, and you rolled your hips desperately to meet the friction.

“It just sucks that so many people want me to be mean to you. Hah… I guess we should be grateful, huh? You’re so cute… it’s no wonder people want to bully you…” He trailed off before kneeling down between your legs. He hummed appreciatively as his hand worked on your entrance, your walls pulsing around his fingers. He smiled, and you felt his breath on your sensitive folds before you could help yourself. You yelped a bit as he groaned into your pussy, his tongue stroking and slurping eagerly. You keened softly as you bucked your hips, trying to grind on his nose. You could feel the heat coiling in your belly as you panted and trembled. Finally, after all that fucking bullshit, you were gonna cum. 

And then, all of a sudden, his touch was gone. 

You blinked for a moment, before tears of frustration gathered in your eyes. You let out a wail as you writhed, trying desperately to find the sweet friction you needed to finish, but he merely placed a hand on your lower back.

“Oh? Hold up…”

You craned your neck to the side as tears slipped down your face, and you paled as you saw his expression. He was smiling, almost cruelly as he rubbed your back in a sympathetic way.

“Sorry baby. We just got another request. A bunch of nipple play this time. My viewers are so weird haha. Anyways, I promise I’ll let you cum for real afterwards as a reward,” he assured you, and you whimpered as he loomed over you, fixing the camera to start the whole ordeal all over again with a wicked glint in his eye. You let out a terrified squeak. As much as you and him blamed the people who paid for these stupid videos, you didn’t think that anyone who didn’t enjoy their job would look so gleeful about it at the same time.

[danascullysjournal]

“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:

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

I Can Feel It in My Bones

Synopsis: Being Invincible’s pet is cruel, but you manage to find comfort in it.

Pairing: Yandere!Sinister!Mark Grayson X Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+; Mentions and descriptions of mass murder (this is a version of Mark that joined Omni-man and the viltrumites); Mentions of kidnapping and being chained; Mentioned and implied dubcon/noncon; Implied Stockholm Syndrome; Hurt/little comfort; Mentions of threats; All characters aged up; English is my 2nd language.

Word count: 500

Requested? No.

Extra notes: I might write more about this, and other fanfics with Mark and Rex, love my babygirls

General masterlist

You have your own suite. Well, it's not exactly yours, it's Mark’s room, but he barely spends time there, since most of his time is spent destroying Earth and intimidating civilians, alongside Omni-man. Meanwhile, you're always chained to the foot of his bed, just enough freedom to go to the bathroom and wander through almost all the expanse of the room. You can't even reach the door, not that it would change anything, there’s no one around to help you, much less someone brave enough to go against Invincible’s wishes.

Omni-man and Invincible like to talk as if you aren't in the room, as if you're invisible. You know the former doesn't understand why his son keeps a pet since it's death will come before Mark can even look like a 30 year old human. You're the pet. But he shrugs it off when Mark reminds him that not everything is about work, and if he can do whatever he wants to humans, then he wants to have a pet.

Mark is cruel. He always reminds you that the only thing stopping him from harming and killing you is your pretty face. That you only get to eat because he likes your body healthy. That you only get to shower and brush your teeth because he wants to breathe in a nice smell when he’s close to you. That you're only kept in his room and not at one of the slave’s camps because he likes to fuck you.

And you know it. You know it in the way he sometimes doesn't allow you to wear clothes. In the way he doesn't treat you like a person, more like a playtoy or decoration. In the soreness left when he's done.

But sometimes, sometimes you get confused. Because he lays his head on your chest when he wants to take a nap or just feel comforted. Because he keeps you in his room when you know he could just throw you in a cell. Because once in a while he asks about your old interests, and gets excited about things you had in common. Because he gives you things to entertain yourself. Because sex with him is good even when it's not consensual. Because he has a pretty smile. Because he doesn't look like the sadistic dictator who destroyed your city and killed half the people you knew, when he takes his mask off.

You wonder if he still keeps this human side of him because he simply grew up like that and it's too ingrained in his personality, or because he misses his mom and his friends.

It doesn't matter in the end, you're doomed in and out of this room. You're only human, he's a viltrumite. He was made to be a conqueror. You're gonna die faster than he can blink. He's gonna find another pet. At least, you can have some comfort if you keep him happy.

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[soapcloth]

CW: LDR price x reader, implied manipulation, implied kidnapping(?) - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

From what you’ve gleaned of him in your online relationship, you’re well aware that John Price is a very busy man in a high position that travels for work- so when he has a much-needed break coming up, he makes a compelling argument towards closing that distance between the two of you and invites you to come along on a trip to the serene little all-inclusive getaway he’s rented for the week- already paid for, of course.

It’s an offer you can’t turn down. You’re in dire need of a vacation as well, and John is a lovely man who spends any chance he gets shooting you sweet messages, clumsily taken selfies, or on the rare occasion he can manage to slip away from his work, a call here and there. The pictures of the place and the surrounding nature look beautiful, and the flight booked is first class; It’s perfect.

This is why you take it on the nose when he hisses out a low breath in the middle of the baggage claim, eyebrows knit together while staring at the cracked phone in his hand as he informs you that apparently, the place has been double-booked. You assure him it’s fine, you’ve been able to save up enough for emergencies like this with all the little gifts he’s been depositing into your account supplementing your already-frugal lifestyle. You can book a hotel or inn.

Of course, he refuses- you’re already well aware he’s not too keen on letting you pay. Tells you he has an empty place he bought a while back pretty much rotting away an hour out; it’s a fixer-upper and fairly far from the closest town, but you’d have to drive the same amount of time to get to the rental anyway, and he’s more than happy to do a little impromptu handiwork if needed. It seems like a no-brainer, really.

What Price doesn’t tell you is that there never was a booking under his name for the quiet getaway he had shown you- nor does he inform you that your stay is gonna last a lot longer than the week you had planned for.

[panic-flavored]

What if Robotnik survived but Stone still lost his mind, huh? What then

[bunnybeeee33]

pussy throbbing. wanna be gangraped and kept as a sex toy please