#kidnapping cw

[yanyandere]

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[mermaidbabysbreathe]

Deepweb-Lost footage

[bunny-jpeg]

better than home (kidnapper!simon) - you had seen enough horror movies to know that being kidnapped meant being on the news, being butchered, and being a cold case. but simon wasn't like that. except for the bruises he left when he took you, his touch had gentle. kind in a way that someone would brush their cat.

you flinched under his touch, but he just simply shushed you. "not gonna break a thing on ya, angel." that was his name for you. angel. he said that it was like you were given to him fro heaven, "if i do, i give ya the right to put a knife between my ribs."

it was unnerving to say the least. in the tiny home you both shared, locks on the windows, you had never seen a front door that needed a key to unlock from the outside. you tried getting out, but simon was simply so much bigger and stronger, that he didn't need to hurt you herd you back into a safer place.

"don't need to think about much anymore. safer here." he said in his gruff voice. you didn't know what kind of life this man had lived, but with the hunting knife on the coffee table, the well-used rifle over the fireplace and the old army formals in his closet. you knew that there was a story.

it didn't sink in till the first week, but you didn't have to worry about anything. you moved through the house on your own, when you scurried into rooms simon sometimes didn't follow. it was like he was bird-watching. keeping a close eye and admiring you. except you weren't exactly a free bird, rather a delicate beauty in a shiny cage.

you were surprised that simon had your favourite snacks in the pantry, even the same brand of plant-based milk you enjoyed. it was like he knew everything about you, and yet he was a total mystery.

"scary world out there." simon said, kept his distance from you in the recliner while you were curled up in the couch. you had taken a liking to a black and white checkered flannel blanket. it reminded you of the one back home, that you wondered if he just broke in a took it. he eyed you, which made it hard to read one of your many books, "pretty things like you need to be protected... bad men out there." as if this massive mountain of a man wasn't one of those so-called bad men.

you were in no place to argue. you still felt like you were in a spring locked trap and one wrong move would have it clamped down on you. that this was just some sick game before simon buried your body in the field behind the house.

"when can i go home?" you asked, finding your voice.

"this is better than home."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked before you swallowed the lump in your throat.

he shook his head, "no, ma'am. never." sounded like wedding vows rather than an answer. your curiosity only grew with each day. when you finished the books he brought you, he simply put them back in a bag and returned them from where they came from and came back with new ones.

"saw them on the shelf at the library, thought a woman like you would like them." he gave a curt nod as he dropped the canvas bag by your little nest of blankets on the floor by the television. you hadn't been able to watch television yet. primarily busied with sleeping, books, puzzles and notebooks where you had been writing.

and while it started a journal in the event the police found you. it had become more about fictional stories. for your personal pleasure. you thought about being a writer as a child, but the grind of corporate work in your adulthood seemed to dash that dream.

"next time." you said, feeling a little bold, "can you get some science fiction books too...." it felt uneasy to make any demands. he was your captor.

"well then, angel. be good for me then." he said, smiled under that mask. you looked over and made a face at him. you scampered off back into your nest of books and puzzles. maybe he was right, this was better than home. <3

a/n: this is unwell, i hope you enjoyed it. thank you!!

[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!

[pricegouge]

i have a concept that would take at least 2k to sell in a convincing way, but am unwilling to spend more than like five minutes on it so just bear with me please

cw: mentions of past murders. attempted murder. kidnapping. MDNI

i could see simon standing trial, falsely accused of serial murder. he's just got that aura about him. instills fear. cops think they've got a sure case when they pick him up. right jury, right experts. open and shut, they figure. but they fumble it. the same general incompetence that lead to them picking up the wrong guy, probably. but while the case is thrown out, Simon is still guilty in the court of public opinion. prosecution had been right about one thing, at least. he was a scary bastard. watched over the proceedings with baleful, blank eyes. he might not have done what he was standing trial for but he's far from innocent. just figured it was finally catching up.

but while it may not matter to him, there was a man out there somewhere, fuming. all his hard work, all his carefully plotted crimes... to see all that glory go to another man. and one so...

he. couldn't abide by it. he'd kill this riley, but only after the public was convinced how wrong they were, how they still needed to live in fear of a real predator.

it takes months of careful planning. riley may be military, but this man is an accomplished killer himself. has managed to evade capture for years. he's not usually a big game hunter, prefers the sweet little things that have eluded and incensed him all his life. but he knows when a trap is in order, and he knows better than most what ensnares men. and simon riley is no different, always seen dogging the heels of his own docile creature. (no wonder everyone was so eager to accept him as the killer, geez. this guy really had it coming.)

you've got one of those honest faces. america's sweetheart. you'd look good splattered across the internet. across his kitchen. the people would believe your sweet cries when he had screaming for mercy, pleading the world to understand they weren't safe from him. all he'd have to do was trap you, really. business as usual. riley would follow suit and be dealt with quickly enough.

and if the world already thinks you're dead, well. simon's never minded bringing home a souvenir from a mission.

[mint-8]

Platonic Yandere Kindergarten Teacher x GN! Child! Reader

Content/Trigger warning: Mentions of child kidnapping.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher has experienced a lot of pain in their life, just as many hardships and sorrows have followed them as well. Yet, they never lost their kindness and will to live. They pushed through it all and managed to graduate to later pursue their dreams as a teacher. They wished to give the youth the guidance and love that they themselves yearned and craved for so many years during their childhood.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher who couldn't really get a job anywhere else other than at the local nursery, so they took the position and passed the interview with flying colors. They are patient, sweet, and attentive to each and every child that ever enters the kindergarten. They are always there to listen to their over excited rablings about what they did that morning and dutifully follow any pretend play the little ones come up with. They skillfully the classroom clean and tidy (well, as much as it's possible with toddlers running around the place), send the babies to sleep during nap time, entertaining them with plays and games and teaching them important lessons about sharing and being polite.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher who first meets you while they are walking around the town's park. One minute, they are leisurely strolling in a sunny day, and the next, a chubby baby, you is clinging to their legs for dear life. They are used to children being clingy, but that's not important right now! Why is the most adorable toddler in existence alone in here and unsupervised!?

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is already planning to take you home with them and build the best nursery in the world until they hear the worried cries of someone. Your guardian, seemingly tired and with tears running down their cheeks, yanks you away from Yandere Kindergarten Teacher's hands and into a loving embrace. They are apologizing a mile a minute, explaining how they were so sleep deprived of your nightly crying (bullshit, in Yandere Kindergarten Teacher's opinion) and how they fell asleep on a bench near the playground area and how you most likely got off your stroller and wandered off on your own.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is already fuming with rage from the nonsense coming from your guardian's mouth. How dare they lose sight from the most adorable and angelic baby in existence by saying they were too tired? Preposterous! But they are able to keep it hidden, under a false facade of attention and worry. While they listen to your guardian's ramblings, in their head they have already decided they need to be closer to you so as to properly take care of you. Your guardian isn't doing a good enough job clearly! So who better than themselves to properly look after you and give the love and attention you deserve?

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher who mentions the nursery they work at to your guardian. How modern and affordable it is, and how every single staff member takes care of the children as if they were their own! They are delighted when your guardian's expression of tiredness and gloom shift into a hopeful and excited one.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is so happy when they see you at the nursery as a new addition to their classroom alongside your sheepish guardian who personally hands you over to them, citing that they 'trust them after last week's fiasco'.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher can't contain their excitement any longer, and after your guardian leaves the premises, they do a full spin and jump with glee while warmly hugging you! They are so happy their sweetness is here, and they are committed to providing you with the best care and treatment they possibly can!

"We'll have so much sunshine!"

(Happy giggles)

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is extra patient with you, only reads the bedtime stories you like during nap time, sneaks you little sweets and treats, always prioritizes your opinion whenever they play games, insist to your guardian that you can be left with them well after hours so that they can go and get that bread, throws away the lunches your guardian made and cooks better ones for you, convinces your guardian to hiring them as your permanent babysitter, builds a nursery in their home and prepare everything they will need when they finally kidnap you and brings you home. You know, just small things :)

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher absolutely loves that you are baby, so it isn't as difficult to deal with you if you were older. But don't you dare think even for a second that they wouldn't love you as much, if not more, if you were any older. Whether you are a toddler, a child, a teenager, an adult, or an elder, their love and devotion wouldn't change in the least. They are more than willing to get their hands dirty for your sake, but the discovery would be extremely upsetting to you, so it's better to work around it. But if worst comes to worst, they won't hesitate :)

"You are the cutest thing in this world, you know that?"

"..."

"The most adorable, chubby little baby I've ever met"

"..."

"I'll make sure to destroy anyone who ever dares to hurt you and fight against the devil itself if it means seeing you smile"

"... Poo..."

"... Of course, sweetie, let's get you changed"

[soratonin]

big fan of monsterfucking when the monster kidnaps the human who happens to have never felt pleasure from their human partner before and then that monster gives them that pleasure in horrifying but earth-shattering ways, so much so to the point they could never ever go back to their standards before, who they were before... and even if they wanted to, it's not like they could anyway <3 they are theirs to pleasure forever

[gincat]

uh? ...taking things slow?... what do you mean i can't tie you up and make you stay in my basement as my little dog? ... oh ok... i get it... so no stalking, kidnapping or violence...

wait not even a lil bit??? ^^''

[suguwu]

au with kaiser as a serial killer who kidnaps people and then disposes of them when it becomes clear that they're not "full of love" and can't give him the love he so craves. he's never found someone who can fill that space inside him, can make him accept the love he wants.

until you.

[mermaidbabysbreathe]

oh you wanna play psycho killer? Can I be the helpless victim?

[eevzz]

plaything (｡>﹏<)

brief sum: you're yan designer's personal toy

notice!: noncon + kidnapping and dollification(?)

You slowly wake up and as your groggy eyes try to make out what's in front of you, you realize that this isn't right. The bedroom you're in is not familiar at all. The room is painted a light pink. Its decorated with plushies, dolls, toys and even a little big boxed tv in the corner. You see a door but it's bolted shut with numerous locks. This clearly isn't at all your home or anywhere you've seen. Though soon, your eyes land on a mirror. You seem to be adorned with beautiful silk ribbons in your hair, a babydoll dress with ends of lace, and pearly white lace thigh highs. As you look down on your ankles you find chains. Long chains that confine you to the middle of the bedroom, if you had to guess the chains are most likely built into the floor. So there's clearly no luck with that.

As you look at your surroundings that's when panic truly starts to set in. You're in completely different clothing than what you remember being in, you're chained to the fucking floor, and maybe even worst of all you are in a room that has 0 familiarity to you. You try to think, think back to the earliest memory you can so that maybe it can give you some clue as to how this happened.

The earliest you can think back to was being in a private meeting with your favorite fashion designer. You're a model, or at the very least was a new model and you wanted your big break in the industry. You were lucky enough to get scouted by a talent agent and landed in a specialized meeting with your favorite fashion designer. Unbeknownst to you, he's had his eye on you for a long while.

You're suddenly pushed out of thought when you hear harsh locks being forced open. And the door starts to creak ajar. "Hey baby, you're finally awake." You hear a voice say softly. You look towards the door to find him, the designer, the one you looked up to, the one you auditioned for, and he's carrying what looks like.. a tray of soup and water—Did he do this?

He proceeds to sit on the side of the bed and sits the tray in front of you. "Honestly, I would've thought you were dead if you didn't wake up by now. Anyways, I made you some food." You just stare blankly at him—He did this, didn't he? You feel a sudden yank at your jaw. "You have to eat your food." You hear him say with a rather stern look in his eyes. He begins to force-feed you your food. "Ahh, open wide!" He says while holding the spoon in front of your mouth but you don't budge. You feel a sharp and sudden sting cover your cheek, he slapped you, and hard too. "If you don't open your mouth there will be more to endure." You hear him say sternly. Tears begin to form in your eyes and at this point you decide to comply. There's no need to make him any more upset than he is.

A few spoon fulls after you start to feel slow and hazy. Did he spike the food? He must've because you can feel yourself slipping away but you're trying so hard to remain awake. Seconds turn into minutes and it's even harder to keep your eyelids open. It feels like they're getting heavier by the second and the more time that goes by you can't seem to find the strength within you to keep them from closing. As you eventually give in and close your eyes the last thing you feel while drifting away is hands touching and feeling away at you and a faint whisper of a man saying he'll go gentle.

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[hotnbloodied]

Can we get a female reader yan x childhood best friend darling that they stalk and finally work up the nerve to kidnap and lock in their basement? No smut needed.

-🐻

Childhood!Friend X Fem!Yan!Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion. I do not support or encourage these destructive behaviors in real life.

CW: not proof read, you/yours used, female reader, yandere behaviors, delusional thoughts, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, stalking.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

The sounds of clattering plates and conversations from people in the lunchroom does nothing to deter your attention away from your darling, your one and only. Did they know? How you fell in love with them at first sight? All the way back to the first day of kindergarten, you watched your darling grow with you and took care of any pest that would be a thorn in the bright future you and your darling had together. You, currently, knew you were staring but you can’t help but sigh dreamily as you looked at them, they are your everything after all. I love you so much darling. You wonder if they could hear your dreamy sighs directed towards them. (They don’t notice, they never do. An underlying frustration bubbles in your gut, you want to take them right now. Take them away so no more unworthy eyes will ever even attempt to soil your precious treasure. Pest, bugs, worms, the lot of them!) But it’s okay! Just like they don’t notice the hearts in your eyes, they don’t notice all the tracking devices you put on their belongings, how else would you know where they are so you could protect them! You scoot a little closer to your darling, basically sitting on their lap at this point and glare at the person talking to them, a routine you’ve done since the both of you were young. So much so that the classmates that grew up around you both knew to keep in their lane. The way you liked it. You and your darling were a package deal after all, if only your darling would start acting like it.

After classes were done for the day you waited patiently for your darling to pack up their belongings since the two of you lived together ever since graduating from high school and you offered them a chance to live with you. (Not that your darling ever really had a choice but you were willing to give them that illusion of choice). But before your darling fully packed up, they told you that you’d have to go home alone today. Your mind goes blank and your heart races, “W-what did you say?” “Oh! I just got invited out to drinks with some friends and I didn’t think you’d be interested since all you ever suggest we do is go back home and just spend the day in. I’ll text you throughout though!” How dare someone invite your darling out! Your precious darling that doesn’t know any better about the dirty minds of the people who invited them out. No, no, you can’t have your darling doing things without you, they NEED you just like you NEED them. You bite your nails, maybe the plan needs to be put in motion sooner than you thought. A sudden calm washes over your features as you respond, “for sure! I’ll talk to you later!”

Night has long since fallen, and still no text from your darling yet. It’s okay. You’re right outside the restaurant they are at anyway. You walk inside and tell the hostess that you’re here to pick someone up. After a quick scan you see your darling in the corner of the restaurant with the group of scum that tempted your sweet innocent darling away from you. You almost lost it when you got closer and saw how handsy someone was being with your darling, until, even in their buzzed state, your darling recognized you. “Ohh what are you doing herre?” Your darling slightly slurs their words. “I’m here to pick you up of course,” your face softens, a smile only your darling can make appear on your face shows. “Oh! Really? Okayyy.” God, your darling is adorable. You help them pack up their belongings and pay for their part of the meal before helping them out of the restaurant.

Your darling slumps into the passenger seat as you help them with the seatbelt before going to the driver’s side and getting ready to drive the both of you home. The drive home was steady, the radio murmurs on a low volume coupled with the heavy steady breathing of your darling with the occasional grunts. Parking your car, you led you and your darling inside your house. Your darling, too drunk to notice that it wasn’t the apartment. You guided them gently and slowly through to where the basement door was before leading them downstairs to a fully furnished basement. It’s what you spent all day doing after all, making sure that everything that was your darlings’  was here in this room before anything else was prepared in the new home. Your darling plops into their bed, a content sigh escapes their lips before clearly drifting off to sleep again. You walked over and brushed a loc of hair out of their face before kissing them on the cheek. “Things will be different when you wake up darling, I know you’ll adjust to your new surroundings in no time…”

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

im fond of captivity in yandere for many reasons but im mostly fond of the forced normalcy of living with the person that has robbed you of nearly everything. these four walls are decorated, lived in - there's picture of you and your captor among decorations and class photos. you're locked in a place that reflects some ghost or some memory of you. your things are there. the hobbies you've tried to remain in connection with so you dont lose any more of yourself. a crochet needle, a nice set of kitchenware. it's your bodywash in the restroom and you know what it smells. right? you think you do. theres something extreme about you locked in a basement. a lightless, soulless concrete set of walls.

but there is something infinitely more tragic about still being in the world. sometimes you think you'd prefer the basement. still existing among everything. the sun is there but it's dim. the flowers bloom and wilt, and they do not care for you. you are living, and breathing - but hardly alive. this home is beautiful and well decorated. it's a beautiful casket. a prison that loves you. you will never escape from it. you might as well convince yourself it is just a home. and that this wallpaper is as colorful as you remember

[nichelink]

Captor+Captive: a 16+ nichelink relationship/relationship dynamic where one person is the "captor" and the other/s are the "captive."

this may include, but is not limited to:

one or both of the people in the relationship being paraphiles, and wanting a relationship that satisfies that while being risk-aware and consensual

the captive getting euphoria from the idea of being kidnapped, for any reason

the people in the relationship writing up an express contract or agreement on what can happen in their dynamic

the captor being desirstalker, intusharmful, or the captive being desirharmed, desirmanipulated, desirstalked, etc

the captor having ocd/obsessions, bpd, etc

the captor having an obsessive lovesona or other lovesonas

attraction/relationship terms like praeyic, masobsessive, mercic, obsesularomantic etc, or terms like hedonetic

understanding that you need to be aware of risks and take steps is part of the definition of nichelink. this term, like many others, is a consensual imitation of a certain relationship, and two (or more) people may choose to do this on purpose for a number of reasons. this of course doesn't encourage or excuse the actual action of harming someone, this is a consensual relationship dynamic. please read the coining/info carrd's pages and these posts if you have concerns or are interested in this dynamic:

Conabuse, Nichelinks, and Partial or Total Power Exchange #1

Conabuse, Nichelinks, and Partial or Total Power Exchange #2

nichelink coining carrd

tagging: @radiomogai | @horrormogai // ask to be tagged in similar terms or to be untagged

[gincat]

is somebody gonna match my freak? (flirting and teasing you by describing how i'd like to tie you up, torture you, gutting your organs out and treating you like my personal fucktoy while filming the whole process, just so i can rewatch it over and over again next to your ruined body)

[suguwu]

i NEED you to elaborate on the serial killer kaiser au

after discussion with my beloved clown anon, i think you're the detective on his case. you catch his attention because it's so clear that you're searching for closure for the victims' families and to bring justice to the victims themselves. you care.

he starts stalking you and sees how you are with your family and friends—how you practically glow with love for them. how it pours golden from you.

and then you come to interview him, not as a suspect but as a potential witness. and there's something so precious to him about your face of despair when you realize it's him that you've been looking for. that you're trapped.

there's horror in your expression, too, sour like the first hint of rot in overripe fruit, but that's fine.

he knows you can love him.

and from you, he might even be able to accept it.