kidn4ppersl0ve

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

Evening routine- Yandere kidnapper! x fem reader!

The day goes by slowly with him gone. Even if it is out of the necessity for socialisation you still find yourself missing his presence when he goes to work, waiting four hours for his phone call at lunch, and then another four hours for his phone call to say he is on his way. It is as though your clock has now become wired to cycle around his presence in your life. When the door opens to the sound of his tired groan you really do hate the way your head turns to look for him.

He is quick to collapse into your bundle of blankets on the couch, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Breathing in deeply trying to ground himself with you, as though he could become rooted to your body.

“I missed you so much today,” his voice is breathy, hair tousled, suit crumpled. As though eight hours of separation is a war he has to bear. Kissing the space under your ear as he complains about the mindless inconveniences within his day. It takes near ten minutes for him to separate his body from you, begrudgingly. Making his way to the kitchen and calling out his suggestions for dinner, with the expectation of a response from you now that whatever you've taken earlier has long since worn off. And contrary to what it appears he does adore your voice, he just hates it being misused to curse him out.

He takes one of your mumbles as confirmation and begins to take out the pots and pans. He never wants to rely on takeout, it's a treat for once a week at most if you're deserving of a treat. So far you've been doing well, finally adjusting to your new home. You stumble into the kitchen quietly, holding onto the counter for balance as you watch him silently. He clucks about, practically a mother hen as he gestures to the barstool at the counter.

You don't even understand why you seek him out now, but maybe it'd because in the absence and instability of everything you once had outside these locked windows and doors, you grasp onto the only constant you are offered.

In very little time there is a fresh plate of pasta in front of you. He steps off the pour himself a glass of wine and places a diluted cup of juice beside you. This is good. It is better than before, when you fought him off until hunger made you forget your pride, pride doesn't do anything for you here. It does nothing but cause you more trouble to stand up for yourself when he can bring you down so quickly to a begging mess on the cold floor. Meanwhile swallowing yourself down makes sure he treats you like a spoiled pet than a disobedient one. You open up without a word when he begins to lift your fork.

Your cup only gets topped up with more and more water until its clear, while he drinks until the bottle empties. The only notice he's indulged being the faint flush of pink across his cheeks. He gets affectionate when he drinks, in a clumsy way, stroking your hair like it's the most enamouring thing to exist. It would be cute if this was a first date rather than dinner with the man who plucked you from your life because he's the only one who can look after you properly.

The dishes get left to soak as he practically drags you to your bedroom. Dropping you down delicately, as your hair splays out over the pillows and your chest rises with each breath.

��You are so perfect like this.” He murmurs it like a prayer as he falls to his knees on the bed, hands clasped around your thighs as he kisses his way up them. He opens your legs without resistance, his head diving onto your clothed cunt like a man starved. Pulling your underwear off with animosity at its separation from your skin. It doesn't take you long to begin to buck against his tongue as he works his way around your clit. Hands clamped on your mouth as though that counts do anything to bury the sounds you are making back to where they were dragged out from you. When he presses his tongue flat against your hole you practically thrust upwards, hand embedded in his hair trying to pull him off as you cry its too much

He groans at the contact, taking it only as a sign to keep pushing through despite your pretty little whines of mercy. Which become more and more frantic as you find yourself getting close. With a cry more animal than human something shatters inside you, as you soak his sheets and face when you squirt. Collapsing into a puddle of embarrassment and shame for how easily he managed to wrap you around to his tongue. He finally lifts his face from your cunt, chin slick and glistening as you try to avoid looking at the tent in his slacks. Pretending to be so spent you can only nod off to sleep.

If only the world was so kind to alow you that.

“No no my love, you can't fall asleep just yet, what happened to brushing your teeth and cleaning off your face?”

He places a hand cool in comparison to the raiging flush across your cheeks.

“sweet little thing, did I tire you out so quickly? I think tonight we may be able to go without your little prescriptions so long as you continue to prove that that it can be managed by us?”

He leaves the discarded panties on the bedroom floor while he carries your strung out state to the bathroom, carefully repeating what he already done once before this morning. Only now there a new intensity within his eyes as he pulls the toothbrush in and our of your pretty pink lips. You are exhausted properly by the time you find yourself in some nightgown more suited to a period piece than your bedroom.

You let your head lol to the side as he hovers above you, pressing open kisses on any exposed skin in front of him as he pistons his hips in and out of you. With a desperation that if he fucks you enough then you'll be too cock drunk to ever have any animosity for him ever again. Mumbling in your ear about the future children you'll hand over to him, how they will have your eyes and his hair. That your firstborn will be a doctor or maybe a teacher, even a chef, he'd be happy with anything that could ground his greatest fantasy into reality.

When he cums he stays inside you, not wanting anything to go to waste. Crooning in your ear that his heart will break for how hard he loves you. As you slip into sleep, head upon his chest with his heartbeat echoing in your ears. His cum dripping down your thighs, you realise something.

He's no longer using that handcuff. Still glinting in the moonlight as it dangles above on the bedframe.

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

i want to carve hearts into your skin so when you look at them, you’ll know that you’re loved.

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

No babe, ur knife collection is totally cool I just think it’d be hotter with my blood on it

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

Normalize having subs wear collars and leashes at home. Train your body to react to diggerent noises like bells, clickers, or even a quick

Pspspspsppsps

Let me yank your collar and walk you around the house. Let me sit down somewhere and you naturally drop down to your knees and rub your face on my leg.

Ill let you crawl inbetween my legs, look up with me with pleading eyes as your rub your face against my inner thigh, cock on your mind

Promise I'll bully you a bit, slapping it against your face, rubbing it across your needy little lips so I can feel your trembling breath.

If youre really good...

Ill be sure to use your pretty little throat like my fucktoy

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

Normalize having subs wear collars and leashes at home. Train your body to react to diggerent noises like bells, clickers, or even a quick

Pspspspsppsps

Let me yank your collar and walk you around the house. Let me sit down somewhere and you naturally drop down to your knees and rub your face on my leg.

Ill let you crawl inbetween my legs, look up with me with pleading eyes as your rub your face against my inner thigh, cock on your mind

Promise I'll bully you a bit, slapping it against your face, rubbing it across your needy little lips so I can feel your trembling breath.

If youre really good...

Ill be sure to use your pretty little throat like my fucktoy

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

i need to experiment on somebody.

i need to see what makes them tick. i need to explore every inch of their body with my hands, with my mouth.

i need to bite and pinch and twist and find out which one makes my subject make the sweetest sounds. i need to make them fall apart so i can inspect all the little pieces left over.

i need to give them orgasm after orgasm just because i wanted to know how many they could take. i need to overstimulate them to satiate my curiosity.

i need to do it all again the next day to see if my data is replicable.

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

"Curves and all the right places", daddy staired blankly at the screen. What did this emoji mean? What was she insinuating? And who was this boyfriend she qouted the text to be? As far as dad knows, she had never as much as talked to another gentleman. He had made good and proper of that. He sat there strumming the desk thinking. Could it be? Could it be him? Sure he had made some comments, and the occasional pass. But finding his daughter's account was like fighting a treasure trove my diary he was never supposed to see. Message after message. Post after post. Liked images, shared text, and video. Dad was seeing for the first time how obsessed his daughter was with him. Now, it was time to introduce her. Make her his. And then she'll be his little ishka. Perfect. Beautiful.

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

I couldn't hurt her if I wanted to. Sure, sometimes she needs spanks. Sure, sometimes she needs help calming down. But what she needs is to be held. For me to hold her hand as we cross the street. For me to take care of her and keep her safe. Scary World out there. She needs her dad. She needs him to help her feel special. To help her feel loved. So in the morning, I'll show her the video of how I left all my love inside of her. How I made sure she felt so so special at night. How I kept all of the monsters away will I held her maybe a little too close. Maybe with me inside of her. Maybe a toy in one whole me and the other. I'll show her how much love I gave her. I'll show her how she is supposed to act. How good girls behave. Maybe she won't understand right away. It's a lot of feelings. But I know she likes bath time. Especially when I make her princess parts feel good. But after I'll brush her hair and get her her Pj's. She'll fall asleep on me sucking her paci. And everything will be right.

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

Happy Valentines daddy! I promise to make today extra special! I wont even cry when you put it in just...be gentle its a big stretch for me :(

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

Come here...

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

“i forget how much tighter they are when they’re younger” as u force urself into me >_<

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

“ my kiddo ” “ my sweet girl ” “ my little baby ” “ my dolly ” ! ! ! ! ૮៸៸› ‌‹៸៸ྀིა

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

god… a dad who is just infatuated with his little baby girl, cannot take his eyes off of her.. constantly being over protective of her around other men, but struggling to act normal.. constantly walking in on her ‘accidentally’, when changing.. bugging her room with cameras when shes grounded/being punished so he can force her to sleep naked with no covers as punishment, on nothing but a bare mattress on the floor. him watching her twitch and beg for clothing/covers while stroking his cock harshly, just wishing her could rape her over and over…

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

I remember the first time. How she bled a little. How she cried. But how she whimpered that she felt funny. I told her how I made her feel so special. I asked if she liked it. At first she was hesitant but she confessed that she did. Wondered if it was wrong. If it was dirty. I told her no. That it's okay for dad. That I loved her.

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

Dad who comes late from work, tired and angry, not even turning the light on, but coming to see me as soon as he steps foot in the house <3

"Been waiting for me, love?" He asks when he finds me awake, looking at him with a smile. <3

Dad who whines into the kiss, the tiredness in him making him do so. Although he does not lose control. His hand closes around a fistful of my hair, forcing my head towards his neck <3

Dad who gets hard at my worship of his body, whose ego gets heavily stroked as I murmur how handsome he is <3

Dad who spreads his legs and makes me drop to my knees, playing with my lower lip. Pinching, twisting, tugging, until he gestures with his head for me to unbuckle his belt <3

Dad whose head drops backwards when my lips wrap around his cock, that immediately moved my own head to his pleasure, emitting gagging sounds out of me <3

"Fuck...that's what daughters are for. To take their fathers dick. That's right. Choke on my dick, little girl. Daddy loves it. Daddy loves you." <3

Dad who places his heavy, big hand at the back of my head, completely trapping it between his thighs as he pushes his hips towards my mouth, making me drool, his noises indicating that he's close <3

Dad who makes me look at him as he's cumming on my mouth, blocking me from breathing with his thumb and indicative finger, my eyes watering as he spills his hot seed down my throat <3

Dad who says "Swallow." so darkly that it makes me clench around nothing <3

Dad who pats my head and strokes my hair, placing a kiss on my forehead because I was good for him and helped him relax <3

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

The kind of notes she leaves for me

♡ 2 a future love ♡

[kidn4ppersl0ve]

The night had started off like any other. We had decided to pick up your friend and play games. Uno dare with a twist. Shots everytime you took a dare. You were getting bubbly and silly. The alcohol clearly starting to take effect. The night got later and you got more and more drunk. We took your friend home. That's when you starting fading out. When my hand on your thigh when from pleasant to casual gropes.

We got home, got you inside. That was a struggle. I had to half carry you. You said you felt funny. Sick. I took you to the bathroom, held your hair back while you picked.

Another drink, I said. Just one more. I'm sure it'll make you feel better. I leave you for a minute. When I come back in you're finishing chugging your drink. I look at you, surprised. I know you're going to be sick again. But I also know you are about to be blackout. I've waited. So long. Now is my chance.

You make a face. Try to hold it back, but you throw up again. I take you back to bed. Take your pants off. Getting you comfortable. I tuck you in, making you feel safe and loved. You are fading out. Mumbling about how much you love me before you fade into unconsciousness.

At first I just hold you. Listening to you breath. Letting my thoughts wonder. Letting my hands slide around your body. I shake slightly as I caress your kid parts. So perfect. So pink. Im rock hard. All I can think of is filling you.

After another episode of the show I put on for you and I'm sure you are asleep, I can't stop myself anymore.

I straddle you, push my cock into you. A slight noise escapes your lips but your still asleep. I fuck you gently at first. Making sure to be slow and not move your unconscious body. My cock gets water and wetter from thrusting deep in you. I pull out and push into your tight tiny ass. I don't know why. But I can't stop myself from pleasuring myself in you. You startle awake.

"Please, what are you doing?? That's not right!" You say, sleepy and confused. But I don't relent. I push you over, push your face into the pillow. Pushing myself deeper and harder into your ass. You start to shake, I can hear you whimpering, begging me to stop. But I can't. I've waited so long. I need you. I need to fill you. You start sobbing. Begging me as I cover your mouth to try and not wake the roommate in the other room. I pound your ass relentlessly. With each cry I cut your leg, running my knife relentlessly against your thigh. Cut after cut. You cry hard while I pound you.

At some point I must have stopped. I can barely remember for the sensation of being in you was more than I could handle. You got sick again. I took you to the bathroom and helped you while you threw up. You stumbled back to the bedroom. Collapsing on the floor instead of in the bed. Ass up, laying there. I picked you up and pushed you into the bed. Harder than I meant to. You bang into the wall. Crying again. I push myself back into you. Covering your mouth. You struggle. I get on top of you, pinning you down. I growl "stop moving and take it!!"

I don't remember how long I went that night. Just that when I finally finished, you had passed out fully again. Sobbing, wet, and dripping of my cum. Sweaty and satisfied, I held you.