#mr lawless

[lawless-revelry]

dead doves for dinner [gentle captor]

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⋆ ˚𖦹 ⋆ tw: yandere-isms (fucking duh),drugging, dub con, dry-humping, schaboing boing, a little bit cockwarming 18+ (obviously)

⋆ ˚𖦹 ⋆ fem darling isn't feeling too right after eating something she shouldn't have

some shameless and unserious smut for your yearning heart.

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you tended to forget a lot of things when you were under the influence. the influence of what exactly? you couldn't say, but your friendly captor absolutely could.

whatever the hell he put in your food, he was liking how it worked on you so far, even if it had a slow start, the results were truly fascinating to observe.

and observe he did, crossed legged on the bedside with his half-lidded eyes. the dark embers in the pits of his pupils yearning with hellfire under a dispassionate facade.

you tried your door thrice within the span of 15 minutes, seemingly forgetting it was locked every time you went back to give it another go, and the fact it had been locked since day one.

normally you wouldn't even look at the food he offered to you, but your resolve was only so strong after a few days and the meal smelled too enticing, not to mention that he cooked your favorite for dinner. that sly bastard.

you gave in and once you got a taste you couldn't stop. it was delicious, you devoured it in a matter of minutes while ignoring his smirk as you cleaned the plate.

pleasing him was never something you wanted to do intentionally, not when you were lucid at least.

not even an hour later, you were suffering the consequences of giving into your survival inclinations. shame on you. should've just starved to death.

instead, you were trying your best to ignore the aching between your thighs and the way felt like you were floating three inches off the floor. you kept looking down just to make sure you hadn't taken flight, but your feet were blurry through your double vision.

'what..what the hell did you... you put in my food?'

'it'd be more amusing if you didn't know,'

'fucking asshole...' you kept your distance at the furthest side of the room, leaning against the wall right beside the door that refused to open.

he found it impossible to pull his gaze away from you. that the look on your face was admirable to say the least: your features were caught within an irritated pout with a soft haze of weariness in your eyes. though you were more confused than you were cranky.

your hands were palming at you face like you could rub away the fog from your head. 'i don't?' 'why-?' 'it's...why's it so hard to think?'

'then don't,' he stated, 'come here.'

'w...why...?'you grumbled under your breath, turned your head from him. 'no...d-don't want to.'

his reply was delayed, but when it came his voice was just a smidge softer than it was before. 'i just want to look at you for a moment, please come here.'

'...fine.' you stumbled from your place leaning against the wall and approached him, he extended his hand to you. you took it. he guided you onto his lap to straddle his waist.

'thank you.'

you didn't hear him. his body was so warm in comparison to the cold air around you.

then the frustration in your face slowly melted away in response to the comfort. then your eyes caught the tuffs of soft hair around his neck.

'...your hair...hair's getting longer.' your fingers acted before your mind processed the urge to thread them through his locks. served as a distraction from whatever was troubling you.

'is it? i hadn't noticed.' he thought you might like it better that way, 'your hairs getting long too.' he started palming at your scalp

'do you like that?'

'...'

he knew you did from the way you melted against his chest and your lower back arched against him, but he wanted to hear you say it.

you just hummed, forming words seemed rather daunting right now. and you were wholly ignorant to how your front was pressing so close against his junk.

you were basically dry humping him and it was working just a little bit to quell that aching between your thighs.

there was a chuckle caught in his throat, '...i bet you do, pretty girl.'

his opposite hand went to your butt, pressing you closer against bulge tent in his pants. gently encouraging you of the action, so you continued more consciously this time, lazily rutting your hips against his thick bulge.

'-this okay...?'

'that's it...that's it baby, just like that...'

'keep going...' you whimpered, fearful he would stop. he heard it in your soft voice, and it only made him harder.

he happily continued to stroke the round curvature of your bottom, squeezing and pinching every now and then just to relish in your reaction.

he slipped under your mini skirt, and his fingers teased at the fat of your pussy secured in your panties.

the change caught you off guard and a deep red blush intensified across your features. you felt a gush of warmth spread throughout your core. 'hey-..!'

'what'd i tell you about thinking?' his gentle but stern tone caught you off gaurd as well, and for the first time since her brought you here you second guessed yourself.

'... s-sorry.'

'you don't need to use your mind, just relax and be my good girl- alright?' he gave your bottom a few firm pats then presented his opposite hand to your lips, nudging them to part with his fingertips.

you knew what to do from there: your mouth drenched his fingers in your saliva and sat very still for him as he brought the same hand to your cunt.

he found your clit with relative ease, while you squirmed under his tortuously soft touches. that asshole was teasing you with his feather light touches, taking in all your faint whimpers before he finally decided to give you what you needed.

he made your clit swell with his practiced ministrations, thumbing and pressing at the pearl with that perfect amount of pressure that practically had you drooling against his shoulder. he wasn't shy about fingering you either, he just preferred that you were properly drenched beforehand so sliding in was easy.

you really made it hard for him to hold back. hearing you cry those little pleas.

'please...please...please...'

he chuckled, gave you a squeeze at your bottom. a sign that you needed to wait just a bit longer. you were so fixating on just coming but he wouldn't let you. not yet.

he hushed you with a kiss, you hastily reciprocated albeit you were rather sloppy. swapping spit with him like there was no tomorrow, his tongue was in your mouth, and yours in his, while your breaths intertwined.

soon he overpowered you in the kiss, his hand that wasn't lodged in your panties pressed the back of your head further into him, until his tongue was down your throat.

he swallowed every moan that slipped out of your throat with each thrust of his fingers in your pussy. by then, you had already soaked through your underwear, and the mess of excitement began to coat his pants.

his hands now grasped at both your hips, guiding you to lift them where his fingers tugged at the waistband of your panties. after a bit of maneuvering, they were discarded at the floor. without any haste, he loosened his pants and his cock sprang free; it's length of straight girth was rock hard on your bare stomach.

you were steadying yourself by your palms on his shoulders, gawking down at the absolute pussy destroyer he has between his legs. slowly he lowered you onto the head of his dick, earning a long and absolutely delicious cry out of you.

'there we go...there we go'

one inch at a time, until your entrance was filled with straight dick where you sat on him at the hilt.

relief at last.

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oh, oh, oh i forgot to credit @meanwaffle for the inspiration for this fic.

[lawless-revelry]

day one [gentle captor]

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⏾ ⋆.˚ tw: yandere-isms (fucking duh), slight infantilization, overstim, dub con, 18+

⏾ ⋆.˚ fem darling wakes up in an unfamiliar surrounding.

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turns out chloroform isn't anything like it's portrayed in the movies.

it actually takes quite the bit of time to reach your brain and render you unconscious. around 2 or 3 minutes, and you spent the first couple seconds thrashing wildly against your unseen attacker while he hushed and told you everything would be okay.

that didn't ease your nerves, if anything it only made your heart pound harder in your chest. you recognized his voice, the softness of his tone, you just couldn't pinpoint where exactly you heard it before.

you didn't have time to think of that now. instead you stomped on his feet and slammed your elbow into what you guessed was his abdomen. the groan that erupted from his throat told you had guessed right.

you had stunned him for long enough to thrash out of his clutches and rocket yourself in the opposite direction while he clutched his core in pain. after that you ran into your room and dialed 911 on your- yea im just fucking kidding you aren't going anywhere.

the intruder ended up slamming you hard against the wall in retaliation, then he wrestled you down where you crashed on the floor.

the impact knocked the wind out of you. your helpless whimpers were muffled against the cloth he firmly pressed to your lower face: you had no choice but to breathe into the toxic fumes.

you put up a bit of a fight; he didn't mean to hurt you. but he had to admit his lost his nerve for just a second when you elbowed him. he was, after all, just as excited as you were! that's why his arm was so tight across your chest as he dragged you into his lap and straddled your waist from behind.

he was scolding you right now, but you couldn't hear a damn thing from the ringing in your ears.

'that was quite the tumble, huh? you're so much rowdier than that i thought. it's okay...everything's okay, i've got you.'

you tried to hold your breath, but it was too late for that. what little air you were allowed from the cloth was poisoned, and with each second you lost more control of your muscles.

your head involuntarily lulled back on his shoulder, then you met with the sight of the intruder's eyes under his baseball cap: more specifically his gentle gaze and smile too kind for the context of what he was doing to you.

begging was your best bet now, your last one. even if it was with your tearful eyes and desperate whimpers. he just chuckled and kissed your forehead in response. you were so cute when you were begging, he'd be sure to make you do a lot more of it when he brought you back home. your real home.

you, however, had other plans and waking up restrained to a bed was absolutely not one of them.

you would make sure that your captor knew that. you screamed until your throat was numb and vocal cords ached, (though he appreciated the few days of silence until your voice came back)

you refused him at every corner; meals, hygiene, even sleep. as for the quiet times where he just wanted to exist next you to in silence, you wouldn't have that either. just being within his line of sight was pure torture.

though he expected you to be feral for the first few days and like any stray you would just need to be tamed. but now you were just being unreasonable, and it was starting to hurt his feelings.

he had to dumb you down with sedatives just to get you to eat, now you were slouched back on the arm rest, melting into the plush of his sofa while he spoon fed you like a baby.

'ah-' he beckoned, nudging the spoonful of what looked like tomato soup against your bottom lip, 'say ah, darlin'. yes, that's a good girl.'

there would be times he'd tire of your disobedience. you were a lot more stubborn than he expected, but that was fine. this was a learning process for the both of you.

he never punished you in the traditional sense, (you hadn't pissed him off that much yet) in the beginning he had a general aversion to 'harming' you, but this gave him unconventional ideas for consequences.

that's how he figured out your weakness. you would melt eventually, all he had to do was hold you tight enough, kiss you more often. all of the sweet stuff you fought him tooth and nail over.

he was always so slow with you too, like he was afraid of surprising you. and his understanding and familiarity with your body was scary to say the least.

over time, he was slowly turning you into a version of yourself you couldn't fully control and the worst part was that you didn't even notice.

he could make you arch like a kitten when he had you across his lap, belly first on his thighs while he palmed at your lower back. you had spent the previous night chained up on the uncomfortable basement floor so you couldn't help but to relax, lean into his warmth.

sometimes he'd hover over you, grinding his rock-hard bulge against your bare sex. the warmth in your abdomen was too heavy to ignore. your hips uselessly bucked against his, until you begged him to just come in already. desperate in a way you could never admit when you weren't sedated.

you were only ever pliant when he was going down on you. but even then, he had to tie you up and press his heavy hands on your hips to keep you from bucking him off.

if you got to keep your hands free, you would be clutching your pillow for dear life: either trying to suffocate the moans he forced out of you or deafening yourself from the erotic noises of his mouth devouring on your clit.

'o-okay..okay! i-i...' you struggled to speak, 'i-i'm sorry...i'm sorry fo-for biting y-you...i'm sorry.' you finally relented, tears pouring out of your eyes, you prayed he wouldn't make you climax again.

he never wanted to hurt you, he would rather force you to confront exactly how vulnerable you are.

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a/n: there are a few asks that some of you sent i haven't responded to yet, no i didn't ignore them, they're just sitting on the back burner at the moment.

[lawless-revelry]

somno yandere

⏾ ⋆.˚ tw: dubious consent, somnophilia, yandere ⏾ ⋆.˚ fem/afab reader

he couldn't count how many hours had passed since he became fixated on you, since the thought of your body sound and resting polluted his mind and he couldn't get rid of it.

he couldn't stay away for long, not when your little snores were keeping him awake. those soft whimpers that passed from your plush lips every now and then, and you're sent. good gods, he just couldn't stop smelling you.

he stood over your sleeping form, his figure shadowed by moonlight, dark like the creatures that hide under beds and inside closets during the little hours of morning. 

demytri was regretting that he had dressed you, that he had cleaned you up: because you were so much prettier when you were a completely mess. a mess he was responsible for making. but you looked so fragile in the aftermath, you always did and he always caved and gave you the aftercare you needed.

but now, just looking at your form all clean and tidy only made him want to ravish you all over again. he climbed onto the bed slowly and carefully; the mattress dipped under his weight and his gaze was fixated on your face: just watching and waiting for any slight inflection that might've indicated you were stirring awake.

but you stayed still, stayed silent.

the first thing to go was the band holding your hair together in a bun above your head, his fingers slowly entangled within the locks of your head while his opposite hand caressed your cheek. the hair spilled down across the pillow, and he spread it further and further the more he played with it between his fingers.

you stirred, but only briefly, sometimes letting out a single breath heavier than the rest, and other times slightly altering your position leaving him with a side profile of your gently features. demytri stared down at your in awe, liking he was beholding the face of an angel.

His own personal angel only for him to capture.  he thumbed away the smallest bit of dribble slipping out from the corner of your lip and traced his fingers up and down your features. without even a second thought, he leaned down further and further until the softest of pecks landed on your lips.

you giggled in your sleep.

pouted your lips like you could reciprocate then fell back into your dreams all over again.

he wishes it would've stayed that innocent. but all it took was one kiss to your lips to light a fire within him that wouldn't be burning out any time soon.

before he knew it, his lips had travelled down the expanse of your skin, his lips meeting every inch creating burning asterisms of tender kisses. before he knew it he was pressing his lips between your thighs. before he knew it, he was gently tugging your shorts off like you were something precious.

removing the thin fabric from a porcelain doll he had no intent on replacing until you were left in your underthings and night long-sleeve that was completely unbuttoned down the middle…

'so perfect…so pretty…'

he had been muttering things like that mostly to himself since he started. "so mine…isn't that right, my good girl?" demytri closed his eyes, kissing your inner thighs so softly, venturing further and further until his lips were right against your cunt.

the only separation was the thinnest layer of silk. he kissed your again and this time the smallest shiver was beckoned from the sleeping girl. 'isn't that right my love…all mine,' then yet another, another slow and sweet peck that relished the way your panties were slowly dampening just for him. 'and already so wet, such a good girl.'

a breathy chuckle deep from his throat escaped him, he heard the shift in your breathing. felt your arch against him. it only embolden him, his ministrations became slowly more heated as more and more tongue slipped from his mouth and pressed against the fabric of your panties. he continued his worship, loyally kneeling at your bedside while your legs limply rested on his shoulders, it was only when your underwear was completely drenched and your unconscious whimpers became restless that he peeled away your panties and discarded them to the floor.

you felt his presence leave, even in your sleep, it made your whine- made your needy in a way you didn't even realize you were.

'shh….don't worry, i'm right here,' he returned to your as quickly as he went away, 'i'm not going anywhere, ever.' going down your thighs leaving fire in his wake. he breathed your in, completely intoxicated by the smell of your arousal, the way it glistened and dripped down your thighs in the moonlight. he wouldn't waste a single drop of it. then there were lips against your clit, and you rocked your head back and moaned. it was meek, frightened almost.

'i'm not going anywhere,' another burning kiss, 'i'm going to take care of you,' right after he was lapping at that swollen bundle of nerves like the forbidden fruit it was. demytri wasn't thinking, there wasn't any need to do that while he was kneeling. while he was worshipping you, drawing out his tongue and pressing it against every crevice, every fold of your pussy. he didn't need to think while he was lapping at your clit, only needed to listen to those pretty moans that slipped out of your lips. 

and yet deep down he knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep through this no matter how many sleeping pills he shoved down your throat. when he finally heard that sweet and sleepy voice gasp out his name. he laughed softly, almost relieved. "th-…there you are…"

introducing my oc demytri, half man half wendigo there will probably be a part two...or a prequel...or whatever.

edit- there's a part two available somewhere around here

[lawless-revelry]

he has a surprise for you!! [gentle captor]

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⚞^. .^⚟ - gn reader

⚞^. .^⚟ - legitimate fluff? wahdafuq

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what was the point of passing the time anymore?

if you were just going to be here forever?

forever. he used that word sparingly, but when he said it, he was never shy about it. it was your captor's punctuation to the declarations of eternal love he gave you whenever the time was right.

'we'll be together forever.'

the pencil in your hand trembled and it caused a line of graphite to run some place you didn't want it.

that familiar aching in your head returned, you hadn't realized you were trying to suppress it. you flipped the utensil over and erased the inaccuracy from your paper

behind you was your gentle captor, chopping up vegetables on the cutting board and taking periodic glances at your form tucked away before the dinner table.

your back was towards him, and your eyes were growing blurry and unfocused within your journal.

all of this was for him, for him to keep you safe and sound from the entire world. yea, that sounds about right.

you didn't like to think of it that often, in fact you typically avoided thinking in favor of distracting yourself.

the silence was loud, but you learned to fill it.

your head slumped on the table against your forearm while your opposite arm dangled by your side. this was never going to end, was it? the pencil you held loosely between your fingers slipped and clattered on the floor.

the noise pulled his eyes from the diced carrots to your sullen posture.

you must've been tired.

he washed his hands and dried them with his apron before attending you. your gentle captor picked up the dropped utensil and glanced at what you had been filling the pages of your sketchbook with.

he muttered something akin to a compliment about the sketch besides your ear but you didn't hear him, your ears were ringing to loudly.

you were just tired, that's all. then you were in his arms as he carried you off to your shared bed.

looking at you sinking into the duvet and blankets with utter apathy written all over features under your stray locks of hair.

easy breaths lift your chestup and down; you had the same pattern when you were sleeping, but your eyes were open. half open at least.

before he left to continue preparing dinner, he brushed aside the wandering tuffs of hair from your face and adjusted a throw blanket to cover you comfortably.

the finishing touch was the tender kiss he placed on your temple. you didn't protest, but you didn't reciprocate either. you never did.

he left you alone to rest after that, his thoughts heavy behind his calm exterior. this was more than a bit of sluggishness; it didn't take an idiot to realize that.

still, he has an ace up his sleeve for times like this just in case you ever got too low.

one of these days he just might come home with a medium sized present wrapped up with your favorite color. you're entirely indifferent in the face of it until you see the box shift in his hands and a hushed whimper come from whatever's inside.

the noise makes you hasty to unravel the box; oh and that look on your face when you peel away the wrapping- he'll never forget it.

it's like you've been injected with hope once your eyes meet the bright orange pair looking back at you. it's the first time in forever since your captor has seen you that awe inspired.

he kisses your cheek and tells you happy birthday.

you mumble an anxious thank-you, cradling the tiny creature in your hands. then you return his gesture, this time he can't hide the surprise the widen his eyes.

theres a first for everything, he thinks to himself, his fingertips grazing the spot you kissed his jaw like it was a blessing he had to protect.

eventually he's going to get jealous of the cat,

he can't help it really, but he still has faith you'll look at him with that much love eventually. he can't ignore the fact that you have been 'happier' lately. he uses that word sparingly too.

anyway, you get to keep the cat and happily ever after. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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pretty sure i was hypnotized by a wizard into writing this

[lawless-revelry]

you almost had him [gentle captor]

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⏾ ⋆.˚ gender neutral darling tries to slip out of their yandere's clutches

you're suddenly affectionate for a change, and he fell hard for that as soon as you gave it to him ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

he came to pull you from time out, you were locked up in that little closet for an hour because you had retaliated yet again.

how many times is he going to have to teach you the same lesson?

don't bite the hand that feeds you. because it'll be the same hand that tans your bottom red for leaving another mark in his wrist, then drags you by your hair and throws you in that dark space to stay and think about what you've done.

there were a lot of things he expected when he came to collect you, definitely a scornful expression, probably a pout, and maybe a few tears that you didn't get out of your system just yet. but for you to mutter that you missed him was absolutely not one of them.

'really pet?' he mused in his as he hoisted you up and you voluntarily wrapped your legs around his waist. 'that's new...' his brow quirked in suspicion, it was only once in a blue moon that you were ever so pliable.

then you apologized so sweetly with tears in your eyes and blush tinting your face red. said you would try to be better for him, try to keep your temper in check.

'are you feeling alright my love?' 'are you under the weather perhaps?'

he figured it must've been something up with you. saying you were tired and you wanted to sleep, and for him to stay with you while you did. whatever it was, you were all over him for once, and he didn't mind that one bit.

he carried you the short distance from the closet to your bed, lowering himself on one side of the mattress and laying you down in the center before joining you. you were never one to snuggle, especially with him, but he absolutely was, though this time he appreciated that he didn't have to force you close by his hand against your scalp or the small of your back.

instead, his perfect darling laid chest to chest with him, all soft and pliant while he fingered through your hair. a low and fond chuckle slipped from his throat, as he whispered about how good you were being today. it was hard to resist the urge to press his lips against you, the gesture was just so instinctual to him. to kiss you softly all the time, no matter the occasion.

and you made it so much harder to stop when you reciprocated. the softest little peck against his lips nearly stole his breath away, 'oh...aren't you the sweetest little thing.' he watched with half lidded eyes as your affections grew bolder under his guidance. leading the way for you to slip more and more tongue out of your mouth and into his own.

he was over the moon, his breathy chuckles tickling your face. there he was, finally getting tongue instead of teeth out of that pretty mouth of yours. the longer the exchange went, the more heat that grew between you both. and much to his pleasure you ended up on top of him, slowly grinding your hips against the tent of arousal in his crotch.

'you're being so good for me...' he said between kisses, 'makes me wonder if you're planning something.'

you just forced yourself to keep kissing, even after whimpers broke through your moans because his hands snuck up to grasp the tender flesh of your ass, still sensitive from the beating you took hours prior.

'or maybe you've just decided you don't want this pretty little ass of yours to ache anymore, hm?' running his heavy palms across up and down the rise and fall of your bottom, right across the dark hand print he left behind on one of the cheeks.

you couldn't help to go frigid, worry straining your tone when you mumbled his name. fixated on the deep amber pits of his heavy-lidded eyes.

he squeezed your bottom, a warning. 'go on, i didn't tell you to stop.' when you obeyed, the harsh pressure stopped and was exchanged for gentle caresses from your tailbone all the way down to your mid thighs.

'there you go, just like that...'

he rolled over and took you with him, now below and him above. you'd never seen him gaze at you with such passionate eyes before, hopelessly in love and hungry for more as his lips intertwined with yours once again.

it was so much harder to stay put when he was hovering above you, wordlessly making you confront the reality that he was so much bigger than you, stronger too. but you still had leverage here, even if it was just lip service.

'...don't make that face at me...it'll just make me want you more.'

you sucked up your fear, and every other incentive that told you to be feral and softened your features. a tiny little smile tugged at your lips, that pleased him. and you knew it did. you had to because this was your chance. he rewarded you with a dozen kisses to your throat, spiraling into intensity with every new love mark he etched into your skin.

it didn't take you long to figure out you were the most vulnerable when you were underneath him, but so was he. it was the only time you he wasn't made of steel himself. but it took you much longer to build up the courage to feign this type of thing to the point you were confident you could pull it off. how could he be wary when you were so intoxicating? just burying his nose in your hair made him feel like he was on a high.

and if you knew what was good for you. you wouldn't afford the smallest mistake. gliding your hands up and down his back, just one step closer to his keys you knew to be in his back pocket.

those were the keys to your room, the keys to your freedom.

if you knew what was good for you, you would keep kissing and kissing. keep him occupied. keep him under the spell you wove he was so desperate to entangle within, so your fingertips could creep closer and closer his waistband. snaking your hand behind his back, fingertips featherlight against the key. they twitched. you were so close, but you were so scared. if not now, then when?

so ever so slightly, you ease your hand into his pocket and looped your pointer finger around the ring. fishing them out inch by inch, while he was none the wiser as he unbuttoned your top and exposed your clavicle to his affections.

you had it in your hands, it was yours because you earned- because you worked so hard for it. and now, clenching your fists you were never going to let it go. now the only thing you had left to deal with was his body on top of yours. if you were honest, you didn't think this far. your only goal was to just get the keys and when you finally had them.

what were you going to do?

you slipped them under the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt. there were half a dozen on the ring so it was a little clunky, but it still fit. after that you might've hidden it behind one of the teddy bears on your bed, maybe underneath your pillow. then you would just bide your time until he had his fill of you.

his breath was against hair now; he breathed in your scent. sprinkled little compliments by your ear in quiet whispers, just meant for you

'my perfect darling,'

'my sweetest love,'

'my favorite little liar~'

your blood ran cold.

he...he kept kissing you. a horrible chill ran down your spine when he dragged his tongue behind the shell of your ear. then he chuckled, a low and terrifyingly calm chuckle. 'did you honestly think i wouldn't notice those little fingers in the back of my pocket?'

it was only then that you understood and began hopelessly muttering anything that you thought might've gotten you out what you knew to be coming. it was an incoherent and desperate mess that fell from your trembling lips.

but you didn't let go of the keys. you came this far and you were not going down without a fight.

so you retaliated. within the blink of an eye that sweet little creature that was so sugary and willing was gone. the honey that dripped from your lips was replaced by venom with every insult and curse you hurled at him, every time snapped your teeth.

but he wasn't phased, he knew how to handle your tantrums. you had them all the time after all. and every time he'd end up pinning you down, maybe against the wall, on the floor, or in this case, your bed. your wrists pressed together above your head by one hand as he easily pried his keys from your grasps with the other.

he sighed in response to your disobedience. he didn't even look bothered; it was like this entire feat you spent weeks working up the courage for was barely a minor inconvenience.

you started crying instead of cursing. not because you felt bad, but because you got caught. both of you knew that. and both of you knew what came next, much to your horror.

'do you know what liars get?'

'go to hell, you sadistic prick!'

'tch,' he clicked his tongue, effortlessly flipping you over. then he stretched you out across his lap with ease and yanked down your bottoms, wholly unmoved by your brattish display while you bucked against him like a wild animal.

'you just never learn, do you?' ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

anyway, my oracle cards told me to post this one. enjoy

edit: there's a part two around here somewhere...

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what liars get [gentle captor pt2]

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tch,' he clicked his tongue, effortlessly flipping you over. then he stretched you out across his lap with ease and yanked down your bottoms, wholly unmoved by your brattish display while you bucked against him like a wild animal.

'you just never learn, do you?'

you were riled up long before he started; the first dozen were dished out as precursor. each swat was aimed for your bottom, but all your bucking and thrashing made your thighs fair game too.

'remind me of the rules.'

your nails nearly ripped through the bed sheets from hard you clenched at them for grip, 'why don't you go and shove them right up your ass?!"

this was one of the many times where he wished he could look into that mind of yours. he always wondered what the hell would possess you to talk to him like that whilst actively being bent over his knee.

honestly, what were you thinking? maybe you weren't even thinking at all.

'you're only getting yourself more swats with that attitude.' he punctuated his statement with another smack, this one especially hard.

the room was filled was filled with your animalistic protests and his unrelenting hand tinting your ass dark red. you tensed up and let out a frustrated grunt. 'fine-" you sputtered, "fine! the rules are no fighting and escaping!'

'there are more than that.' he didn't stop hitting you, there was only a few pauses in between for him to speak. not you.

'no lying and no talking back!'

'and which rules did you break?'

and for just a moment, you dared to contend anything otherwise. 'i didn't even do anything wro-OWE!' the words fell out of your mouth like vomit.

'do you want to try that again?'

your voice was beginning to break, 'all of them!' another swat, your nails dug even deeper into his thighs. 'i broke all of them!'

'so,' he continued, 'what do you think should happen to a disrespectful little rule breaker?'

'just give it over with already!'

he made you count too; you only got up till maybe number 9 before you couldn't feign still across his lap any longer. something in you just forced you to buck wild like a feral thing. but your scratching and clawing never got you anything but more swats.

'you just love making things harder on yourself, don't you pet?'

you had to start over from zero twice, nothing some extra time spent over his lap couldn't fix.

'the more you thrash, the higher the number will go.'

the number reached its limit at 20. you were biding your time until it was over; he usually let you cool off in your room after he punished you so intensely. extra time to think about what you had done.

but you didn't get the luxury of being alone this time; as soon as you tried to scurry off his lap you were yanked back by the collar of your shirt and thrown on the bed.

'wait-!!' shuffling away brought you no reprieve either, you were only guided back under him by his grasp on your ankles.

'still fighting? haven't you learned a single thing?' his grip now on your shoulders held you firm in place, 'you need to finish what you started.'

momentarily, your features wrinkled with confusion as your eyes went wide. then he tapped his neck, and the marks you placed there. your eyes dawned with understanding, cheeks blushing in preemptive apprehension.

'was really cruel of you,' you sunk in the mattress underneath him, watched as he loosened his belt, you wanted to speak but all that came out were whimpers.

'playing tricks on me. toying with my heart just for a chance to leave me,' he spoke so calmly, every action so precise and methodical from the back of his hand caressing your jaw to him hoisting your arms above your head and restraining them at the wrist by his belt. 'but you're not going to get out of that so easily. not when i'm still craving you.'

what little clothing you were wearing was discarded as he lined himself up with your entrance. it was easy to slide in, you were already soaked anyway. still, you bit your lip and held your breath until his lips against your neck coaxed you to breathe.

you hated to admit it, even within the privacy of your own mind but you couldn't ignore the fact that his dick was pure catharsis; the way it faithfully filled you was like morphine it made you forget all about the havoc he laid all over your ass.

you didn't need to say it out loud, he knew from how delightfully your walls squeezed around him. he knew the game was rigged from the start. he was the worst for fucking you so gently, and you fucked for enjoying it.

he saw the complexities of your frustration melt into a doped out look on your face and in turn, his expression softened. you're so pretty. in all your forms whether your bent over his knee, or whether he's fucking the disobedience out of you. those half-lidded eyes hypnotized by the slow motions of his cock.

'what an expression...i wish i had my camera with me.' he relished as your cries were gradually replaced with moans, you even got that half-second smile he flashed when he felt cheeky. 'what even was the plan, y/n? what would you have done when i inevitably noticed my keys were gone?'

'i..i was s-supposed to b-be gone by then...'

'gone where?'

'away from you.'

'how did that work out for you?' he thumbed away the hair from your face, wanted a better look of you and your red-rimmed eyes.

'please don't tease me...'

'you could've told me you were needy instead of spinning this whole web of lies for my attention.'

the urge was back, you uselessly struggled even if it was just for a moment. 'that's not-!'

'isn't that why you're acting up? because you wanted my attention-'

maybe he was right. your hands bound above your held settled underneath his grasp.

'it's because missed me.' he didn't sound mad, or frustrated or even annoyed. that's what bothered you the most, it was so confusing for him to stress you till your breaking point one moment then kiss you sweetly then next. 'just admit it.'

'y...yes...'

'just yes?'

'i'm s-sorry...i meant sir...yes sir.'

'good girl.' he was wiping your tears away as he pumped you with his dick, 'and besides, your lips taste so much better when they aren't littered with lies.'

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ive been bnge drinkign and giggling to myself all day, enjoy this guy and whoever ah brain believes him to be. sorry if there are any typos

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that's enough

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you were hurting him, he let you do it. [a continuation of bleed for me]

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this was fair. after all he's put you through. he deserved to ache in your name and it was just for you to be the one to put him through it.

and yet in some strange way, he felt this brought the both of you closer. hurting him over and over again, using him as your outlet for the rage that was undoubtedly going to boil over all over again. caspian was there to catch your heat.

he would happily let you burn him. his breath is shaky now, he could see the almost hypnotized look in your eyes from his place beneath you. you were drunk on his pain, and he could've sworn he saw you grin for just a split second between your barred teeth degrading him.

the back of your hand swatted harshly against his cheek, the loud slap forced a grunt from his throat and you immediately snuffed it out when your hands enclosed tight over his throat. he made new noises, strained ones that sounded like a strangle gurgle.

those sweet tears of his prickling at the corners of his eyes only encouraged you to squeeze tighter with all the brute force and blind rage you had to offer. this was fair. he deserved this.

a grunt came from him through his labored breathes. 'th...that....that's e-enough.' caspian choked out, his fingers wrapped around your wrists. he began to say your name weakly, his eyes no longer enduring but pleading for you.

you didn't want to stop. you were still angry so much that you probably didn't even hear him as you squeezed tighter. you wanted him dead by the death grip you had on his throat. he knew that.

normally he wouldn't have cut you off. he wouldn't deprive you of letting loose. but he felt himself losing consciousness. he kept pleading as best he could, but you wouldn't listen.

you just wanted to hurt him for what he did to you. suffer exactly what he turned to you into.

you wouldn't stop on your own, so he forced you, within an instant he had flipped you over with his strength alone, completely inverting your positions. now your cheek was pressed against the floor, and his chest was against your back.

he quietly pleaded in your shoulder, like you were the one who still had control, 'please...j-just...just settle down, my love.' you could feel his heavy breath by your ear.

in that moment you were reminded just how easy it was for him put an end to all of this. even if he let you off of the leash every now and then, it was never hard to put you back on it.

you felt frustration creeping up your back, but you nodded, nonetheless. those, 'how dare you deprive me' thoughts buzzing in your head wouldn't get you anywhere, and at least you got most of the rage out of your system.

then he let you and up, your eyes drifted to his figure still sitting on the floor, on the verge of collapse. his slender hand was grasping at his throat, like he was feeling the ghost of your hand choking him.

caspian's pale hair curtained across his icy blue eyes, he was staring at the floor, struggling to breathe, and his face had flushed a sickly red. then his gaze shifted and caught your bleeding knuckles. 'you're hurt-...l-let me bandage your knuckles.'

'i can do it myself.'

'...oh-' he mumbled his understanding between struggling to come to his feet. a few droplets of blood dripped from his jaw and onto the ground. 'yo..you've got one hell of a grip, you know.' caspian ran his hand through his hair, brushing it away.

something about seeing him stumble his way into the bathroom twisted something ambiguous inside you. you don't think you would ever get used to seeing him so weak. he closed the door behind him, and you were left alone.

you went to your room. inside it was wholly silent aside for your jack-hammering heart. you sat on your bed and stared at the blood tinting bruised knuckles red. they were throbbing, but it was a good kind of pain. one that reminded you it was real and you were alive.

your mind was still reeling with him playing on loop. it was a shallow and temporary revenge, but it still got your mind off of all the terrible things he'd done to you. it took maybe a half hour for the ache in your hands to subside.

then you left your room and entered his bathroom, caspian was before the mirror, dabbing the blood off his forearm with a cotton round.

when you came in, he stopped what he was doing and gave you his full attention. 'did you need something?'

'..are-' you gagged on your words, of course he wasn't okay. look at what you had done to him. why did you even bother with that? you shouldn't give a shit if he dropped dead right there and then.

you didn't speak any further, he stared at you for a long moment before turning back to the mirror assessing the damage you had done to his face.

then you approached him, wordlessly, and reached for a small plaster and applied his bruised jaw. the same fingers that had curled into a cruel fist to beat him over and over again, were now gently brushing away the hair from his eyes to apply a healing balm around the skin of his eye.

you might not have been aware of it, but focusing on him brought a haphazard calm to your face and the frustration (that caspian feared might've been permanent) slowly melted into something slight.

he relaxed his shoulders and leaned his cheek into your palm; his eyes shut. that's when you noticed the tear that slipped out, glimmering on his cream skin.

'what?' you said, pulling away your hand.

'it's nothing...' he reached back for your hand, desperate to maintain this gentle contact for you. 'please...keep going'

you thought for a moment and decided to comply, rounding your thumb in slow circles on his cheek.

he thanked you, and with that sheepish look on he probably couldn't resist the urge to call you pretty. it was hard to ignore when you both were this close.

even after everything, his compliments still made butterflies flutter in your stomach. you hardened your gaze, hoping it didn't show on your face. caspian wasn't looking for long, though, he dipped his face underneath the crook of your neck

for a moment you let him do as he pleased, it stretched over a minute, and it ended with you being pushed up to sit on the countertop as he offered you one slow kiss after the next into your soft skin.

with the new angle, you buried your nails into his scalp, sending a jolt of pain through him. he returned his gaze to you. your. 'where does it hurt the most?' you asked.

caspian clutched his neck, 'here...' your handprints were dark red against his skin.

you beckoned him closer, your palms cupping his face. then you tilted your head and bit into his neck harshly. he whimpered.

'let's keep it that way.'

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this is for the person with the stupid smiling profile picture who asked for more masochistic yandere

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yandere bf is poisoning you but he also gives you plenty of hugs so it's wtv!!! <3 <3

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⏾ ⋆.˚ tw: idek, read the title dude. he's keeping you sick so you stay. violence, slight infantilization, don't read if you're sensitive(dummy)spanking, manipulation, yandere-isms ⏾ ⋆.˚ fem reader

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sleep was one of the only rare moments of bliss you got

sure, he woke you up gently, when you slept on your stomach he pulled you from your position and cradled you on his lap. but that didn't change the fact that you did not want to be disturbed.

'time to get up, baby girl~'

beau had certain a way of hugging you. it was the same way the rising sun had with the flowers it warmed every morning and the shadows it stretched when it set. his hugs were so warm and encapsulating, and they lasted a good while too. he loved to rest against the bed frame and hold you into his arms. waking you slowly while he ran his hands through your hair and pressed your head right on top of his heart.

'come on, you've been sleeping since morning and it's well past noon now...'

he always like to capitalize on a you that was still diluted by sleep. he relished the time he got to be close without your protests. groggy and lethargic you didn't seem to mind being cuddled as much as wide awake you did.

'and i know you don't like being woken up from your naps, but you skipped breakfast this morning and you need to eat something. '

beau said, just like his hugs, his voice was warm too. wholly unthreatening and full of genuine care. dripping with honey and just a bit softer whenever he spoke to you specifically. 'i made you that soup you like; how does that sound, sweet thing?'

you didn't answer, but now you were awake enough now to act on the urge to push him away and sit at a distance, turning your head away. the thought of consuming anything from him gave you chills now.

but he let you do as you please for the most part, in his mind it was okay if you wanted space for a little while. because he knew it wasn't going to be long until you were right back against his chest.

'c'mon...you could at least talk to me. i'm only doing this for you, for us.'

'there is no us,' you bit back coldly, 'you pyscho fuckwad.'

after the first few days of finding out what he had been up to, you stopped being afraid, instead you became angry. angry and bitter. it was easier than crying for him to just let you go.

'oh honey, you don't mean that. you're just cranky.'

you could hardly move most of the time without some kind of discomfort, standing always made you dizzy and even walking was made a feat from the weakness in your limbs.

he liked that. loved it actually. loved that you depended on him- you needed him. and for the first week it was fine, you were still oblivious after all, so you accepted his help with a bashful shyness, and he was happy to play the role of your devoted nurse.

but you were a smart girl, he also loved that about you, but it still annoyed him when you started asking questions. and you can imagine how much of a pain it was when you found out that it wasn't just sugar and honey he was slipping in your tea.

despite the scorn that grew in you, he never stopped 'caring'. and he never stopped smiling either. how could he not smile at you? you're gorgeous in all your forms- both in sickness and in health. but you couldn't shake the reality of it all every time he served you a cup of tea no matter how sweetly he grinned at you when he forced it down your throat.

'let me help you up,' he extended his hand for you to reach but you slapped it away.

you came to your feet on your own and you felt all the blood nearly empty from your head as you were hit with a sudden dizzy spell that made you stumble as your vision doubled. beau caught you, held you until you could recover from the spell and push him away.

you never stayed away for long. he knew that, you knew it too. because he was the only who kept you steady on your feet and walked you to the kitchen.

there was a bowl of hot soup when you arrived at the table and pulled out a seat. for a moment you could recall him rousing you from sleep hours prior to ask whether you wanted chicken or tomatoe soup. you must've muttered chicken noodle before drifting back to sleep because that's what was steaming before you now.

he was across from you, he had the same meal but his doting eyes were fixed on your form.

you looked at him with hardened eyes, then back at the soup. not touching your spoon. but your fingertips did push the bowl in his direction.

his brows were furrowed with confusion briefly before his expression softened, 'oh y/n, don't be silly' he slid the bowl back in your direction. 'i didn't put anything unusual your soup-'

you repeated the gesture, rejecting his offering once more with your arms crossed.

'you don't believe me? fine.' he didn't push the bowl just yet, instead he took up the utensil and fed himself a spoonful. swallowing it down in front of you. 'see? it's perfectly normal' he returned the bowl to you.

after another doubtful moment, you sighed and began to eat from the soup. he smiled gently at that. pleased. he watched you take spoonful by spoonful with those same loving eyes that you adored once. now they just made you sick. literally and figuratively.

but when it was time to wash it down with a drink you weren't so obedient. you only willingly drank bottled water, and that's if you untwisted the cap yourself. and yet he still had the audacity to offer you drinks, as if you would sincerely trust anything that came from him, especially your tea.

'i'm not drinking this.' you said flatly. not even taking the mug he presented to you.

'i really think you should darling,' he pried your fingers from balling into a fist and forced the mug into your grasps. 'you'll feel be-'

'i'm not drinking it.' you promptly set it on the table, your eyes daring him to tell you anything otherwise.

he just smiled with his kind sea-blue eyes as he uprooted himself from his seat. 'please don't make things difficult,' then one of his hands was cupping your cheek, nudging your lips to part with his thumb while his opposite hand guided the mug to your mouth.

on impulse, you bit his thumb and slapped his hand away. the mug was thrown to floor. it shattered and spilled. all over the kitchen floor.

you got to see his reaction right after, but his eyes were fixed on the blood your teeth drew out from his thumb instead of you or the shattered mug on the floor.

something inside of you urged you to get up and you acted on it, not saying a word as you stood and walked away. subtle urgency in your steps.

you didn't make it far until a firm grasp yanked your wrist.

there was only a second between you whipping your head over your shoulder and the back of his hand flying across your cheek. you mind had hardly even processed the strike as he dragged you by the back of your shirt and forced you face down on the table.

there was no time to cry; you felt him rustle with his belt behind you. there was no warning. beau was dead silent and that stark contrast from the warmth you were so used to made you freeze in fear.

he folded the belt in half, harshly swatting at your bottom with the leather over and over again. grumbling about how unnecessarily naughty you were being, like this was a chore for him.

it was partially his fault though. he knew that. he was too patient, too kind. and you took advantage of that. he'd clearly spoiled you rotten. so now you needed to be taught a lesson.

palms flat against the table, and staring straight ahead with a hardened expression, you promised yourself not to cry nor squeal at the very least, each lash left a sharp noise that cut through the atmosphere and was followed in quick succession by the next last.

beau was thorough, there wasn't a single inch of your ass the belt didn't burn into. the leather burned all across your bottom from your mid-thigh all the way up to your tail bone. while you weren't screaming bloody murder, you weren't exactly still either. but with every swat that came down harder than the last, he convinced you to stay still enough.

'you make it real hard to be sweet and patient when you behave like an animal.' he paused at the 25th lash; you were silent enough spare the occasional whimper he forced out of you. crying felt like a loss on your part, and you would be damned before you ever let him win.

'now,' he huffed, adjusting his belt back through his pants loops. 'say you're sorry.' beau took a step back, you took it for what it was. an opportunity. so you scurried away from him. there were 2 new meters of space between you both now.

his face hardened at your stubborn display, 'unless you want another 10?' when he stepped nearer, you stepped back until your back touched the wall and there was nowhere to go. 'trust me, it won't be hard to bend you over that table again.'

beau rose his hand and you flinched, but it was just his fingertips that went to lift your chin to face him. 'we both know you can't do a damn thing without me,' his voice dropped to a low and cold tone you were unfamiliar with. uncomfortable with. 'so why don't you stop being such a fucking brat and apologize?'

you missed his sweetness. you missed it real bad and it was getting harder to keep yourself contained with the fresh pain he just left you with.

'...sorry.'

'c'mon baby girl, you know you can do better than that.'

'i'm sorry for dropping the mug'

'mhm...?'

'it was rude...and...and uncalled for. i won't do it again. i'm sorry.'

'and you're going to demonstrate just how sorry you are by drinking the new cup ill make, won't you?'

'won't you, y/n?'

'...yes.' you couldn't hold your tears back anymore

then like a light switch, he was right back to his doting self. 'oh- my poor honey...look at what you've gone and made me do.' he caught you right as you collapsed. back sliding down the wall. your adorable little cries were music to his ears and he was so delighted to hush them away. 'it's okay, it's okay. i've got you now.'

beau hoisted you up, guided your legs around his waist while his palm supported you by your bottom. 'now you're going to be sore for the next couple days, alright? so it's best if you don't move too much. that means no more fighting mmkay?'

you nodded into him, your tears drenching both your face and his neck. you hated how your body melted into him. his warmth you missed so badly. your eyes were glued to the floor when he sat you on the kitchen counter and prepared another cup of tea for you.

he didn't seem to acknowledge your distress the second time around when he pressed the mug lid to your lips and slowly tipped the cup. your mouth pliant to the liquid as you half-heartedly swallowed. 'good girl...' he cooed, 'go~od girl...all of it now, we don't want it to go to waste, do we?'

he waited patiently while you drank it down, taking your time with the liquid before you were ready for the final sip. he watched it go down your throat. after he removed the mug from your lips you were met with his familiar warmth.

whether or not his saccharine was a facade wasn't on your mind you didn't want to think about that especially when his lips were so sweet on yours. you let him sneak his tongue in your mouth, listened to the soft moans loose in his throat.

'i'm sorry for being rough with you, angel.' he said between the kiss, his hand had grazed down to your bottom where it softly held where his belt had stung the most. 'can you forgive me?'

you didn't say no to him. how could you deny your loving partner?

what you knew to be absolutely true was confirmed with you felt a spell of lethargy fall over you and your head drooped right against his shoulder

'oh baby...you must be exhausted, come here, let's get you in bed.' you didn't have the energy to push him away. you were just grateful to be in his arms again

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introducing beau, your psychotic honey blonde sweetheart. he's a july cancer by the way. i know i hinted at a part two to that other fic you all liked but i couldn't think of anything at the time being...

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