#Yandere kidnapper

[pancaake101]

yan! captor ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

imp. notes!!!: noncon photos, masturbation, kidnapping

yan! captor who stalked studied you all the time before taking you. it wasnt hard at all considering his route to wherever was a similar route to your school.

yan! captor who actually didnt JUST study you, he even hired a p.i to gather more info about you when hes busy. your whereabouts, and possibly things he's missed (if any) will get reported to him

yan! captor who would take pictures of you all the time. when he's passing by your favorite hang out spot, you picking up your food order, you taking your books out of the locker, etc.

yan! captor yknow sometimes he'd even take pictures up your skirt if possible. sometimes when the hallways are crowded he gets lucky enough to be right behind you and takes the chance to steal an upskirt picture. look he knows it wrong !!,, he really does but what else can he do? at the time you guys weren't friends and he was so deprived of your touch and attention,, it kills him!! :(

yan! captor who didn't actually consider kidnapping you at first, he thought this was a simple fascination that'd pass. but it didn't. it went from days, to weeks, to months, to eventually almost a full year. and thats when he decided, yeah no i have to have her.

yan! captor especially when the summer had came around, it was so hard!! he was so deprived of your face everyday that he just resorted to passing your house and sneaking glances through your window. he even considered breaking in but realized it'd be too risky :(

yan! captor who often heard you and your friends talking. he'd often eavesdrop and even sometimes record it to listen back. he once heard you talking about your type and it was commonly agreed among you that you guys like a guy more on the fit side. not overly muscle-y, or bodybuilder type. just a guy who takes care of himself, and if he's being honest he hasnt been on his self care as much as he should've. to be fair, it's because you take up all his attention!! being your future boyfriend is just so time consuming, it should be considered a hobby !!

yan! captor who took the initiative to go to the gym and actually start taking care of himself! he developed a skin care routine and spends at least an hour at the gym everyday. ugh he can't thank you enough for reminding him of this!! he can't remember the last time he gave himself this amount of careful attention :,)

yan! captor who was driving in his car but slowed down when he recognized you. it was a slow day, hardly any cars were occupying the street, and so he couldnt help himself and took the risk!! he grabbed you as swift as he could and lifted you into his car. it was so easy to pick you up considering him finally developing a good self care plan.

yan! captor who is oh so giddy to finally have you in his arms! although you were screaming and trying to kick him off of you while putting you in the car, it was so adorable and honestly kind of attractive. although that had to come to an end quick because he had to knock you out to silence you. even though it made him very sad to hurt you in such a way, what else could he have done? you were screaming like a banshee. it hurt and it could've alerted the authorities!

yan! captor who promises to take such good care of you now that you're in his care!!, it might be hard to keep suspicion about your disappearance under control but he will do anything to keep suspicion on his part. he'll even kill if need be

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[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

Morning routine- Yandere kidnapper! x fem reader!

This is incredibly Yan nanami coded, and I refuse to apologise

@snail-day you understand the vision

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There is starting to be a routine to these days now.

He likes to let you sleep in most mornings, preferring to get up himself to do the chores and get breakfast ready for the both of you. Today he has chosen to make you a treat and go for pancakes, allowing them to come to room temperature on the kitchen table while he gets you up.

Your routine begins with the unlocking of your hand cuff while he peppers your face with kisses. Even though by now you've mostly settled into your role as his sweet little lady, he cannot be too secure. (Especially after the incident with you trying to break open the child safety locks in the bathroom cabinet) he always without fail will check for any bruises or sores to kiss better as you lay limply in his arms. You used to be much more of a wriggler he remembers but he supposes you probably still have some of the sedative in your system. No worries, he can simply carry you to the bathroom. Sitting you down onto the little shower stool he installed after your last accident caused you to hobble round the home for a few couple months. He decided the stool was a good precaution to avoid any further accidents between you two.

He unbuttons your sleep shirt easily before turning the water on, making sure it's just perfect before he cleans you off from the night before. Taking extra care when his fingers graze your inner thighs to only wash off the memories of last night with a tenderness he didn't show you then. Tilting your hair back to rinse shampoos and conditioner- a small fortune spent on what goes into your routine. Once you're clean it continues, he wraps you warmly and sits you down to your ten step skincare routine. Always setting a two minute timer exactly for him to brush your teeth. You're still so lethargic for this, opening your mouth without resistance. Before you'd end up spitting out blood by the end of it, but now he can be much more gentle.

Again he carries you to the bedroom, drying your hair before he picks out a new outfit for the day. Your wardrobe consists mainly of sundresses, not because he prefers how you look in them. But because they are just far more accessible for the both of you, easier to slip on and off. He helps you up again, you can walk now but he just wants to be safe when it comes to you, taking your arm to carefully lead you to the table.

By now your pancakes and hot chocolate are lukewarm as he cuts them into bite sized pieces. Gently feeding you as he calls out sweet little praises, dabbing at the syrup that falls down your chin with a delicate sigh. Your eyes don't react much to this anymore, each swallow is wary as if you wonder which bite will contain the sedative that keeps you frozen on the sofa while he is at work. But if you refuse to eat he is not above forcing nutrition into you by any means necessary. For all the gentleness that he performs now, it has cost you every sharp tooth and nail you fought with.

Once the plate is clear he gives you the little cup of your vitamins and pills. He tries to make sure your diet is well rounded but unfortunately it is hard to keep your vitamin d levels up from within the flat. Perhaps one day the two of you will have a garden with a tall fence around. Then maybe you could go outside for a bit each day, maybe without supervision. But for now you'll only feel the sun on your face through an open window. The pills have changed since you first were brought to your new home, originally it was only sedatives and birth control. One to keep you complacent and the other because a baby right then would have not helped you to settle down. Now the sedition is at a much lower dose, carefully weaning you from it to avoid any long term effects, and the birth control has swapped places with the prenatal vitamins, just in case any happy accidents occur. On some days they change, after your last accident he withheld any pain relief for a week to make sure you learned the lesson properly. He wouldn't want to have to teach you again.

He takes the cup up to your lips waiting for you to swallow them, you open your mouth when finished to prove no pill was stashed away. Your obedience is rewarded again with another flurry of kisses, trailing down your neck to the collarbone. He only stops once his alarm goes off, reminding him to leave for work in ten minutes, grumbling as he fixes his tie and loads the dishwasher.

He takes you to the living room finally, placing you down on your side of the sofa, a blanket draped over your shoulders and a second left over your legs. He reminds you that there is a snack plate and a lunch box ready for you in the fridge for when you get peckish. There are different hobbies to occupy you within arms reach, all of them domestic and soft just as he wants you to be. Embroidery, knitting, reading. The remote is available but he has most things on child lock so there isn't a point. He places a sippy cup of water down on the table as though that's nothing out of the ordinary before he crouches in front of you expectantly.

You lean forward and graze your chapped lips against his forehead. He brightens up and returns the kiss to you with all the passion you lacked.

“Goodbye my heart, I'll call you once I'm on break.”

He reluctantly makes his way to leave, making sure to not slam the door on his exit. Leaving you to collapse into the nest of pillows and wait.

He didn't even leave your cane to help you get around.

[t3ddyd0ll]

more yandere kidnapper?

of course! :3

Yandere!Kidnapper x reader

congratulations! after a few days of good behavior you've graduated from your chains to free roam of the room.

simon loveeesss coming downstairs to spend time with you, playing games and watching movies, and any of the hobbies you have that can be done inside the basement

they love snuggling up with you to watch movies if you let them. if not, sitting beside you (and hopefully holding your hand?) will suffice for now

while doing all those things are wonderful, one of simons favorite parts of the day is getting you ready for bed

depending on your behavior is how much medicine he'll give you before the routine starts. more compliant= less medicine, while less compliant= more medicine

he just loves taking care of you is all. bathing you, brushing your hair, dressing you in the softest pajamas... it makes his heart soar

by the time he's done, your medicine is practically sedating you, and you fall into bed without a second thought

he pulls the covers over your body, pets your sweet head and gives you forehead kisses before making his way back upstairs

the last thing you hear each night is a soft "i love you" and the click of the lock

[m1dn1ght-r0t]

False Security

m! yandere x gn! reader

cw: violent behavior, degrading language, implied kidnapping, brief mention of blood

There’s something addictive about sweet, patient yanderes who turn into a completely different person the moment they’ve had enough.

Despite testing him constantly - tossing the warm meals he spent hours cooking onto the floor, spitting in his face whenever he tries to get close, calling him a slew of hateful names…

Like water off a duck’s back, he never gets angry.

Instead, he just flashes that (infuriating) sympathetic smile of his, knowing better than to raise his voice or lay a hand on you. You’re just throwing a petulant tantrum, that’s all.

Sure, he’s a little disappointed, the subtle twitch of his lips a tell you’ve picked up on. But at the end of the day, no matter how much you kick up a fuss or push his buttons, you still get away with it.

Which is probably why you feel emboldened to try your luck. If you've been fine this whole time, what’s a little more?

Except you find out soon enough that there's one thing that absolutely crosses his boundaries.

And all of a sudden, you wish you hadn't been so curious.

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“Oh, baby… are we playing hide and seek now? Is that what this is?” He muses with a singsong cadence, eyes lazily scanning the living room when you don’t greet him at the door.

He’s not expecting a hug - no, that’d be like asking for the moon - but even your usual glares were enough to energize him after a long day.

But tonight, you’re nowhere to be seen. Not even when he calls your name. How very unlike you. Then again, you were never predictable.

“You know,” he starts, slinging off his bag and placing his keys on the side cabinet, “I’m not very good at games like this.”

Still, he’s a good sport. So he plays along, even if ‘searching’ means little more than flicking his gaze under the couch. Not there. Good enough of an attempt.

“Alright, alright. You win! I give up. So come on out already, mmkay? I’ve been missing my favorite person extra hard today.”

Perhaps it’s his fault for letting his guard down. He’s made careless by the insufferable hours at work, when he’d much rather be home, snuggled up with you. Because the next thing he knows…

A vase crashes against the side of his head.

The sudden impact sends him stumbling, hand flying up to the bleeding gash. “Woah, slow down, baby.”

If this is your attempt at getting his attention, it’s a little uncreative. But he’ll give you credit for the adorable effort.

“You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you? This a new kink of yours or something?” He laughs, blinking through the blur in his vision.

But you don’t answer - wasting no time in bolting for the front door.

And poor you… so fueled by adrenaline and focused on escape, you don’t notice the heavy weight of his stare branding into your back.

Your hands fumble with the keys you swiped, but luck doesn’t seem to be on your side. No matter how many times you turn and twist, trying to jam one into the lock, it won’t open. It’s like a fever dream, everything slipping through your butter fingers.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He calls out, voice measured. There’s a coldness underlying it, which sends a chill down your spine.

If you were desperate before, you’re panicking now. Some deep part of you knows that if you don’t get out this time, you won’t get another chance.

“Help! Help! Somebody help!” Your voice breaks into a raw scream, hysterical and distressed. You pound against the door with both fists, hoping against hope that just one passerby would happen to hear you.

“I’ve been kidnapped and he’s—”

Your captor is on you in a second, grabbing your throat and slamming you to the ground.

“Did you have fun, sweetie?” he grits into your ear, breath hot and furious. His body crushes you down, grip unrelenting around your airway. “Testing my patience?”

“I’ve seriously fucking had it with ungrateful shits like you. I give you a roof over your head, warm clothes, food - all the things you could possible want, and yet..!”

A whimper escapes you as he yanks your hair, jerking your head upright - taut like a string puppet. The vitriolic glower that greets you freezes you in place.

“I warned you, didn’t I? What would happen if I caught you running?”

For once, your silence doesn’t earn you mercy. It earns you contempt. “God, it’s like I’m talking to a fucking brick. Do you have shit for brains, or what? Answer me.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you choke out, fat tears spilling down your cheeks. “I didn’t mean to. Please, I promise I won’t—”

He slams your head back down. “It’s a yes or no question. I didn’t ask for a goddamn speech.”

Done with listening to your pathetic excuses, his hand slides down to your ankle.

“You brought this on yourself… now let’s make sure you remember what happens to bad dogs.”

A sickening crunch rings out.

[bloody-bunny-gutz]

Just me and my teddy bear against the world 💕

[finallychaoticeffigy]

Yandere kidnapper x reader

(He's hot...)

You jolt as thunder struck .You have always been afraid of thunder. The sudden intense noise always puts you on edge. However it's not just the volume, it’s the way it breaks the silence and reminds you shits can always happen the moment you least expect.

But there's nothing more terrifying than this monstrous man embracing you like there's no tomorrow.

His big arm wrap tightly around your waist while the other roams freely around other parts of your body. Lips attacking your neck groaning in satisfaction.

He always does this, he never gets sick of it. In fact it almost felt like hes addicted. Furthermore, he doesn't even wear a t-shirt around you, you once questioned him about this.

"Y/n your my lover, besides it helps me feel you more. Fucking clothes just get in the way baby." He responded with care as he kissed your cheeks.

He always whispers sweet things about you, how much he loves you and not just for your body but the whole you,how you're so perfect, your personality being the sweetest. How beautiful you are and how he would die and kill for you.

He always makes time for you. No matter how busy he is, just one word from you and he'll set it all aside just to spend time with you. He always takes care of you, give your needs and wants, you see you didn't even need to lift a finger, you just need to depend on him.

He truly is the best man. Any girl would love to have him, you too.... to be honest. It would all be so sweet. If....If he didn't kidnapped you months ago and forced you to stay with him.

He has brought you into a huge mansion in the woods with no human insight. 'I want us to be together with no interruption , others can go and fuck themselves. Now come here and gimme my morning kiss' you remembered him say once.

At first you tried to escape, but how could you , the windows from your room are way too high to jump and he doesn't even let you out of this stupid bedroom. So you started behaving to gain his trust until you're allowed to roam outside this room.

Your hardwork pays off , he starts trusting you more, you begin to wander around the mansion, taking notes inside your head, thinking ways for your escape.

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You gradually felt him asleep beside you. You sighed in relief. The sleeping pills have worked. Now's your chance, you have waited for so long for this moment.

You slowly began to separate his arms around you. Careful not to wake him up. You felt your breath stopped for a moment as he groaned.

"Y/n " brows knit together, calling you in his sleep. Goodness even in his sleep, he probably held you captive too.

You successfully detached his arms , heart beating fast as you hurriedly got up and quietly like a mouse ran through the door , you didn't look back you just closed the door hoping not to make a sound.

You ran downstairs adrenaline rush through your veins. When you see the main door you dash as if your life depends on it, well because it did.

You twist the knob.....Locked. How could you be so stupid, of course he would lock it, especially at night. You tried to break the door but it was useless. You ran through the other direction, you would try to get out of the other doors you always saw when you're wandering around.

"Fuck my life" you cursed, it's not working, this was the 8th door you tried yet you couldn't get out.

"Y/n ! Sweetheart where are you ? ! " You knew that deep voice very well, it's him. How could he have woken up so fast?!

Tears began to form your eyes . Everything's useless now. You started to blame yourself. If only you're strong enough. This wouldn't have happened. But you knew very well you couldn't do anything about it.

He stormed inside the room with the same window you were planning to use as an escape route. You shrieked as he once again, wrapped around you like a snake.

"Baby why are you always running away from me?"

"I-i am sorry, i di-"

"Shh.... there there i forgive you...I love you too much to even get mad at you" he cooed like he was talking to a baby , kissing your hair gently.

"But I sure am fucking pissed about how you lied straight to my damn face when you said you weren't gonna run away baby" he bit your neck hard as you tremble in fear.

He picks you up still squeezing you tight. "Now... let's go to our bedroom and make up for it"

[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.

[deadandpink]

[meadow-writings]

Yandere Kidnapper Prompt: "This Is Why You Need Me"

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You’d gotten used to the silence.

The cabin was quiet, tucked so deep in the woods that even birds seemed reluctant to sing too loud. He never left your side—never more than a few feet away, like a shadow stitched to your spine. You’d learned to play nice. Laugh at his jokes. Eat the food he cooked. Sleep in the bed he picked out for you. The doors were always locked. The windows sealed tight. But you were allowed to roam the house. You were allowed to breathe. And that, he reminded you, was his gift to you.

So when, for the first time in days, he stepped outside alone—to water the plants he loved almost as much as he loved you—you knew it was your chance.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you tiptoed to the opposite side of the house, the one facing away from his garden. One window. Just one. You slammed your elbow into it, shattering the glass in a violent crunch. The sound was deafening, but you didn’t stop. You climbed through, ignoring the jagged shards slicing your skin—

And then your world exploded into pain.

The metal clamped shut around your leg with a horrific SNAP, the jagged jaws of a bear trap sinking deep into flesh and bone. Your scream tore through the trees, but no one came. No one but him.

He was there in seconds, eyes wide with something between panic and... disappointment.

“Shhh, shhh, baby, I’m here—I’m here,” he whispered, crouching beside your writhing body. “Why would you do this to yourself? Why would you try to leave me?”

You sobbed and beat your fists against his chest, your face twisted in agony. He held you like you were fragile china and carried you back inside, humming some lullaby under his breath. Blood soaked into his shirt.

He cleaned your wounds with such gentleness it almost hurt worse. The bandages were tight. The kisses he pressed against your tear-stained cheeks were soft. Too soft.

“This… this is why you need me,” he whispered. “You're not ready to be out there. You’d die without me. I told you. I warned you.”

You didn’t hear the snap in his voice, but it was there.

And then came the food. He insisted you needed strength. That your body couldn’t heal on tears alone. You were too weak to argue. Too tired. And after a few bites, your limbs began to turn to water. The ceiling spun slowly. You blinked, sluggish. Helpless.

You didn’t know that he’d crushed sedatives into every bite.

You didn’t know this was all a test—one he believed you’d failed.

Now, you barely move from the bed. Your thoughts are cloudy, like smoke on glass. Every time you wake, he’s there, brushing your hair back, murmuring sweet things like:

“Good girl. You’re safe now.”

“You won’t ever hurt yourself again.”

“I’ll take care of everything.”

“This is for your own good.”

You don’t scream anymore. You barely speak. And that, to him, is proof that he was right all along.

This is your life now.

And he never plans to let you leave again.

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

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.

[t3ddyd0ll]

Yandere!Kidnapper masterlist

General hcs

Waking up in the basement

Spending time with Simon <3

Darling gets caught escaping

Darling alerts company for help

Before Simon took you

Medicated darling

Darling falls off the bed

First date with Simon

Bedtime routine

Resistant Darling

Darling with abandonment issues

Workaholic darling

First week/month with Si

Darling gets hurt.

Simon coaxes resistant darling to the bath

Simon with a compliant darling <3

i'll keep updating this as we continue this character :3! anything else Simon related can be found in the tag: yandere kidnapper

(see also the tag doll!simon au for content relating to an au where thomas makes simon his doll!)

[slavicnoodle]

Yandere!Kidnapper!Boyfriend x fem!reader

Warnings: manipulation, yandere being a yandere, kidnapping

English is not my first language ^^

He did not exactly kidnap you. You just did not realize what was actually happening. He is actually very lax about keeping you. He only doesn't let you leave. Withnout him. You can live your daily life as you used to. With the addition of the most devoted boyfriend the world has ever seen.Deman pitied you at first. His visibly depressed coworker with eyebags who sat all day long at their desk, discussing finances with clients and getting yelled at daily for things you did not cause. He started stopping by your desk when he saw you, even offered you snacks had coincidentally enough to share. Your own little friendly acts followed. When you remembered his birthday and brought him a diy little trinket, he was done for. His obsession started. And when the fated question "Would go on a date with me?" was said, you were done for.

After all, Deman was quite a looker. Red hair, tall, always smelled like your favourite cologne (you did not know you had one until you smelled his) and wore a fitted suit to work with clients. Real catch. When he asked you, the tired shut-in who lived off instant noodles, you thought it is a dream. But when he drove you after work to the fancy restaurant, you felt bad. Humiliated even. Your best outfit did not match the place in your opinion. Deman repeatedly told you you looked lovely, but how could you believe him? You know what you are really...When the waiter spilled on you the red wine your date ordered, Deman offered to drive you to his place which is closer. You agreed. If only just to escape the stares."You can use any products you see there. I have everything a woman would need!" He playfully tells you as he pushes you to his bathroom. "Oh, the lock doesn't work. Sorry. I won't walk in there though. Don't worry!" Giggles and goes to kitchen to prepare a meal since you left the restaurant before ordering food.

When you come out, you feel as if you are a new person. You haven't felt so clean and had such soft hair since... never. "Do you have any spare clothes?" You ask from a sliver of space between the bathroom door and a pile of clothes was placed next to it. It fits nicely actually. Your exact size. Weird that he has women clothing. Maybe an ex left it. You shrug and come out. As you eat the dinner you realize something. You are on a first date. At a man's place. In his clothes. It's evening and you have no means to not sleep over. And it's not like it is bad, you just thought first date is too early, but Deman is too hot and caring and itsnotlikeyoudon'twantitbutheprobablyexpectsitandyoucannottellhimnobecausenoelsewouldeverfindyouattractivesoheisyouronlychanceathappinessand-"I'm beat today. I'll take a shower and sleep on the couch. You can sleep in my bed. The sheets are clean, no grime from me." He grins with his pearly whites. You smile back with closed mouth. You don't want to scare him with the state of your teeth. He is too kind and you need to pull yourself up to be a better girlfriend.

But that didn't happen. After a month of dating Deman suddenly apoeared at your doorstep with a bouqet. "Happy one month anniversary! Wanted to surprise the goodest girl in the world! So? Are you-" He froze mid-sentence, eyes fixed behind you. To the inside of your apartment. "I can explain! It's...!" You tried to find the words to justify the horrors you lived in but could not. You tried to shut the doors and come out to atleast somehow save the day and Deman's sanity. You don't want to lose him! But he easily prevented you from shutting the door and walked in while you blabbered excuses and teared up in humiliation. Deman did not answer, just looking at the empty boxes of fastfood piled up everywhere, the pile of clothes with stains in one corner. He could only figure out where the bed was. But it swarmed by plushies. Clean ones atleast. At something which maybe was a kitchen counter is a kettle and somewhere he can see a washing machine peeking out. His eyes are starting to water too. Not from emotions but from the awful stench of rotten food and... mold. Your apartment is sentient. The whole little place is alive through and through.

"You...," he starts, "live like this?"

"Deman, I just... You know I find it hard to do simple tasks. And when Ivput them to later, they grew bigger and bigger and became impossible to do." You finally manage to explain. He looks at you, teras welling in the corners of his eyes and simply says: "From now on, you live with me. You can only bring your soft friends. Everything else stays." He orders and goes to help you grab your stuffies while pushing you out of there and locking it. "I'll deal with the landlord and fallout. And you... we're going to buy new clothes. And burn what you are wearing." He ends the topic, closing this chapter of your life for you. You did not like his tone. It wasn't the soft praise, but a stern command. You tried to argue that you can deal with it yourself but he just dragged you to his car like an unruly child, put your seatbelt on and locked the door. "Quiet. You can't obviously take care of yourself. I'll do it for you." And started the car. When you saw a police car signalling your boyfriend to pull over for a random checkup, your whining and kicking died down. You did not want to give them the wrong idea. Cause it sure as hell looked like you were being kidnapped. You were not! Your boyfriend generously offered to let you live with him. You even had your own toothbrush and sets of other things he bought for you at his place. Maybe you're already missing your home, but this is for the best, right?

[bloody-bunny-gutz]

A video I took before work today <3

I’ve been working the closing shift lately and honestly kinda terrified every time I walk home that one of you will find me

But at the same time it makes me so wet idk how to feel about it anymore

Anyway you guys know the drill, I’m trying to answer all the dms and asks I get before I cum and go to bed tonight ❤️so show or tell me whatever you want me to touch myself too💕

[bloodydollsoul]

May this kind of man find me.

Oh my God mom look I'm on TV!

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Yandere! Kidnapper

warnings: captivity, forced infantilization, nonconsensual themes, physical violence, drugging, collaring, stalking, dead dove: do not eat

—becomes increasingly more unhinged, lowkey inspired by a disturbing manga I accidentally read twice, so take that as you will.., so yeah that's my last post of 2024, happy 2025 people!

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Y! Kidnapper that hunts you through the forest and tackles you to the ground after an escape attempt only to scold and berate you for every little scrape on your body, as if it wasn't his fault in the first place, as if you're just too clumsy for your own good.

Y! Kidnapper that never would do anything sexual without consent, but doesn't take no for an answer when you tell him you don't want him to bathe you—you are his, so of course he will rub you clean, even the spot between your legs.

Y! Kidnapper who tells you his entire day, everything, as if you're his lifeless oversized doll, only to pinch your nipples whenever he asks a question, daring you to answer and enjoys your torment in staying quiet and pliant for him

Y! Kidnapper who sits you down, clips even your toenails for you, kneads your sore muscles from doing nothing all day, carries you everywhere, doesn't even let your feet catch callous from walking on them, only to treat you absolutely diabolical in bed, branding each inch of skin he took such good care of either with his hand, a belt or whatever he gets his hands on..

Y! Kidnapper who's obsessed with providing warm meals for you, the highest quality ingredients are used—everything to accommodate your sensitive gut, only to drug you out of your mind and giggle while doing nothing else but cuddle you while watching TV and popping chips in his mouth, all while commenting on the script of the particular horror movie he’s watching and listing thousand of things he would've done better than the director

Y! Kidnapper who before capturing you was the weirdest fucking stalker in existence— openly groping you, offering you food with a smile (mind you he’s a complete stranger???), appearing in front of your doorstep at night to holler at you, banging his fists on your door and actively breaking in only to stare at your sleeping form while jacking off. Did I also mention he would email you like you're his secret rendezvous? Oh and he went along and introduced himself to your whole family with a fake identity over email (like—wtf is whatsapp?), hahaha..

Y! Kidnapper who wants to control every single aspect of your life—from how you pluck your brows to when you're allowed to use the restroom. Will literally stare you down with a hand on the chain connected to your collar, that he forced on you after your latest escape attempt, while you're pants are pooling at your feet and you’re trying to pee. (Why? Because the window is a few feet away..)

Y! Kidnapper from who, let's be honest here, you will only ever escape in death and that will probably be in old age, with how well he takes care of you, having baby proofed his home enough to ensure that you couldn't hurt yourself even on accident and don't even think about using a razor! he will do that for you, just sit down in the bathtub, all drugged out of your mind, dumb and drooling, losing touch with reality, while he does everything for you

—just be his passive little kitten he declawed, and that's enough for him, just dependent on him and he will paint your cage gold, even if the paint will chip away one day

[sweet-girl069]

can you stalk, kidnap, and rape me or are you gonna be weird about it