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lacyohlacyyy · 2 days

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bad idea right ?

⌗ just tripped and fell into his bed!

. . . can't wait for my turn for the guts tour aaa. do i condone what's going on here? no. but was it a fun, cathartic experience to write? hell yeah. wc: 1.8k

. . . ex sex, creampie, unplanned pregnancy, reader isn't sober, unprotected/protection was not discussed, implied overstimulation, dacryphilia (??) neither levi nor reader are ready for kids, a pretty unhealthy relationship.

You swore to never talk to Levi again. You cut off all contact after that fateful Friday night. Blocked, blocked, blocked on every social media platform, every number he had, as you cried on the taxi ride back home.

You’ve spent weeks rotting away in your parents’ guest bedroom—the tear-stained bedding reeks of some cheap-ass liquor bought across the street. You replay every memory from that night: his voice piercing like bullets, that pathetic gaze of sheer desperation in his eyes.

You’ve had enough of Levi’s bullshit and you were going to put yourself first.

That was until another fated night. You were out drinking with your friends when you felt your phone vibrate from your pocket.

What the hell?

Who other than the man who meticulously stitched up your life just to shatter it into a million broken pieces sending you his new address? You glanced blankly down at your screen with half-lidded eyes, dumbstruck—a million questions raced through your mind as you felt your resolve crumble beneath you.

You haven’t talked in months. You know you’re gone, and you know you’re through—but god, how can anybody resist those gorgeous steel-grey eyes, that gorgeous face, that perfect body, those soft lips you used to call home?

And, the thought of reconnecting with him has crossed your mind more times than you’d admit. It was an appealing yet obviously, a terrible idea.

You stepped outside the dive bar, pacing aimlessly on the grimy sidewalk. You’re finding every excuse to see him again; maybe this can be an opportunity where you could fix and flatten things out—have the first productive conversation with him in what felt like years of unresolved arguments and quiet resentment. Surely he’s grown during the time you were apart.

So, your wise and totally sober train of thought decided to ditch the crowds and catch a cab over to his apartment complex. What’s the worst that could happen?

At least, that’s what you convinced yourself.

Bad idea. Very bad idea.

There you are, your legs spread out on the edge of his mattress; The vases and picture frames you once picked out together gleam a faint orange under the dim lamp. Your body begs to push away that man lining himself between your legs—all the chatter constituting your higher reasoning fades into an indiscernible buzz in the back of your head.

“God, I missed that pretty cunt.” Levi muttered, eyeing you ravenous. His nose grazing delicately along the surface of your moist panties. “Does Miss Independent taste as good as I remember?”

His hands tugged on the waistline of your panties, signalling you to slide them off. The moment you felt his wet, feverish lips prod your entrance; gone was the last vestige of control you clung onto—if you even had any.

You missed him—bad—and you were desperate to pour every last drop of your devotion onto him.

Despite every rational judgement and advice from your circle, you just couldn’t stay away—neither could he, for that matter. You are so going to regret this in the morning. But that didn’t stop you—that didn’t stop Levi. That didn’t stop his tongue from thrusting your clit with an infuriating precision as if you were his last meal.

But you’ve already come this far, so why stop now? It’s just a little fun.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips as they churned hard against his face, burying him nose and mouth deep. His fingernails dug into the meat of your thighs as your hand shoots to squeeze the duvet covers, the other on his hair.

“That’s it.” Levi cooed, his velvet tongue suckling on your slick heat in torturous strokes. “That’s my girl.”

He picks up the pace, lapping the raw, sensitive flesh in harsh sucks, each charged with an aggressive, feral hunger making you drool. His tongue working through every throbbing fold, teeth grazing against your clit as you writhed and cried out for more.

He plunges his middle and ring finger into the depths of your core as you come undone, every bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs unravels endlessly. He pumps and curls his fingers, finding that sweet spot with infuriating ease.

You whine as Levi ducks his head into the crook of your neck. His sweltering breath and feverish mouth leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses along your jawline before meeting your parted lips.

There it is. That empty, heated kiss making you feel whole, even though you know he’s tearing your guard apart. And god, it feels fucking amazing. His tongue slipped into you, running through your teeth in languid strokes.

“You know… I’m surprised you actually came over.” He smirked wryly, briefly breaking the kiss as he entwined his fingers in your hair. “Thought you were better than this, hm?”

Levi’s right. You’re hating yourself for getting into this mess. You knew better; or at least, you should have known. And if it wasn’t for your resistance succumbing to temptation, you would’ve never ended up in this position. He gave so many signs during that four-and-a-half minute phone call on the way to his place, that damn smooth talker with his persistent ways to lure you back, tethered in his arms.

You knew you were defenseless the moment you stepped inside. All that willpower—all those bricks needed to build back the fortress guarding your peace of mind—all for nothing.

And now he’s punishing you as much as he's begging for you to stay.

You shuddered, your walls spasming as you came shamelessly on his fingers. He brings the digit to his mouth, licking your juices off with a swift sweep of his tongue. He then unhooked your bra, discarding it with indifference on the cold floor.

“You’re always so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.. do you know that, sweet girl?”

Levi groaned huskily at the sight of your bare chest gleaming with sweat. He draws his silken lips over your hardened nipple, biting and enclosing his mouth around it. An occasional muffled moan of your name was silenced between harsh sucks of your soft flesh. His free hand groped your other breast, gently tugging and twisting your sensitive mounds.

“So fuckin’ pretty, and so fuckin’ sensitive… I know you missed me…”

Impatient, your hips began to grind against his thigh, your wetness pooling on his skin. You continued to rut your lower body against him—wanton and desperate—the pressure and contact to your clit was enough to make you moan.

“Eager, are we?” Levi sneered, a thin trail of saliva connecting his mouth from your breast.

Your eyes flicker towards his abdomen, his boxers pooled to the floor. Levi’s cock sprung forth, hard and already glistening with arousal. He gives his length a single, firm pump before hovering over your spread-out form.

Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he aligned himself with your entrance. You stretch your core with your fingers to accommodate Levi’s impressive girth, your groans, and pleas of impatience a mockery of how you swore to never let this asshole back into your life.

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.” He jeered possessively, embedding himself into your walls. “You’ll always be mine.”

You hauled Levi in with all your might, a sharp gasp escaped your lips as you adjusted to his size, seizing your hands around his neck. His hips pierced your pelvis with a clean blow, a pair of rough hands on each side of your waist keeping you pinned against the mattress.

“No one will ever be able to fuck this pussy like I can..”

An animalistic hunger follows suit, as Levi begins slamming himself into your clenching cunt. You breathe raggedly, cracked utterances of his name and creative strings of curses slip out of your mouth as you blink back the watery blur of tears forming in the corner of your eye.

“Well, won’t you look at that?” Levi mock pouted, hoisting your ankles on his shoulders. “Already crying? We haven’t even started.”

Frantically, Levi pulls out of you briefly to contort your body into a mating press; your knees outstretched to your ears as he pounded a deeper angle against you. Your pitiful whimpers only added fuel to his already blazing blue flame.

“Jesus Christ!” Levi groaned gutturally, each syllable punctuated with a pant before tapering off to a whine. He pins your ankles together, delighting himself in the sight of his veiny cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy. You howl in pain and pleasure—you couldn’t make out which. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”

The cool silver of his eyes smolders to a molten ore as he scrutinizes your fucked up state; mascara running down your cheeks, your bloodshot eyes, and swollen lips. He’s eager to ravish you, eager to convey the magnitude of his wish with every plundering thrust—that you’re nothing without him.

Levi’s movements grew frenzied and sloppy, his breathing laboured. You know he’s close. The feeling of the blunt tip of his cock hitting mercilessly against your cervix coupled with the anticipation of being filled up oh so sweetly makes you tighten around him.

“Le — Ah!” You wince out, tossing your head back. Tears stream down your cheeks as your teeth grit; the quick, forceful rock of your bodies made the headboard tap rhythmically against the drywall. You were so close.

Levi hastily brings his callused thumb to rub your swollen clit, working closer to push you off the edge and bury you in that sweet release. You cry, a burgundy plays on your cheeks as you press his fingers harder against you with a gritty determination.

Your orgasm hits you with the hammering force of a freight train; your back arches, the hypnotic swirl of stars dance in the corners of your eyes. You scream like a kettle, your walls convulsing as your keening grip on the covers loosens.

You gradually rode out your high, your body on cloud nine as the aftershocks of your release ebbed through your spine. It wasn’t long until Levi came into you with a strangled moan, his teeth digging into the side of your neck which was sure to leave a nasty mark.

But, the moment you felt his hot, creamy liquid course through your sore walls was when it hit you—you were fucked.

So fucked.

You weren’t on the pill, nor was Levi wearing a condom.

And judging by that cocky stare and that contented smirk pulling up on the corners of his lips, Levi knew damn well what he did and was damn proud of himself. You couldn’t even be mad—your body was reeling with pleasure and you didn’t try to hide it.

Levi reminded you of your place and you willfully surrendered because you still love him.

This was the man who you who you discussed rings and cradles with—envisioning a nuclear family, suburban white picket fence dream. You yearned for the day that you’d carry Levi’s child in your arms, watching them grow up and spending the remainder of your days with him. And now, that future doesn’t seem too farfetched if you took his word and decided to stay.

In retrospect, maybe coming over was a good idea after all, right?

©lacyohlacyyy 2024 ⊹

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allurilove · 18 days

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Yandere Boyfriend x you

Rated 18 + -- mature long (?) content!

Includes: Headcanons of possessive, obsessive, and perverted behavior, stalking, rough sex, pretty gender neutral, jealousy, hair pulling, handjobs, going on vacation with you.

*Thanks for all the love on the first post, and here’s a continuation! Here is the third part! It’s a much longer version, and he’s now referred to as “your boyfriend!” This is gonna be a long one, and then I'll take a bit of a break to write yandere priest! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your wish became true, and now you have a boyfriend. He loves you immensely, and now that you two live together, he feels like his life is complete.

He never believed to see a more beautiful and attractive person than you. You have his heart and soul in your possession, all ready and willing for you to devour.

Take him, claim him, and he’ll be at your feet worshipping you forever.

He was stoked to be able to have access to your bedroom 24/7. It was like he struck gold as you shown him your newly decorated room. It felt surreal to be your roommate, and the fact that you two would be living under the same roof made it hard for him to control his urges. He knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. You were off to class, and his hand was on the doorknob. He slowly pulled the door back, and all of your clothes were revealed to him. He reached out and gently touched the fabric of your clothes, his hands feeling the smooth silk, or the fuzzy cotton shirt. He leaned in to sniff the closet, and your natural scent fills his nose. He sighed and he stepped in, he closed his eyes as your clothes enveloped him like a hug.

Your classmate slowly pulled down his pants, his face digging into your sweater as he kept inhaling the soft aroma from your fragrance. He had to keep himself busy somehow. He started to shuffle around the apartment, his pants pulled down to his feet and he looked like a penguin as he walked to the bathroom. He grabbed your towel you frequently used, and he sniffed that too. Your classmate began to rub himself, his fingers touching the outline of his manhood. It stood strong and proud, it was a bit heavy and sort of curved to the left. He used his free hand to start jerking himself off.

It was almost like a routine for him. He would wake up at the same time as you, watch you leave the house and wave goodbye, and then go back to your room to sleep. He soon began to grind onto your pillow. Or he would wrap himself in a little burrito with your covers.

You two had your great moments as "classmates", and had your little movie nights when you were done with class. You had a huge bucket of popcorn on your lap, and it was mixed with your favorite candy, with sweet and savory kernels as well. He would always grab for some when you did- just to brush his hand against yours.

While living with your classmate…he soon became your boyfriend. It sort of happened when you two got drunk and ended up making out in his bed. His lips were soft, his tongue swirled with yours, and he could taste the peach liquor.

Living with him was great: he frequently cleaned, always did the laundry, and he would steal a couple of your intimates. You almost caught him, and you could see the little fabric poking out of his pocket, but he had distracted you by pulling you to the bedroom.

You were getting a bit suspicious that he was at the apartment all the time, but he promised he just had online classes. He then started to be a Photoshop pro. He would create fake grades, and fake assignments he had to do, and he realized that it would be odd if he was available all the time. So, he actually had to sneak into campus and pretend he was a student there. His heart ached as he had to send "I'm actually busy and can't make it" text to you. Knowing damn well that he had nothing going on.

You two went on dates. He always took you out somewhere new, he never once wanted you to feel bored with him. He bought tickets to this stand up comedian you liked, and you both sat down onto your seats. It went well, literally too well. He grits his teeth as he hears another laugh from you. I mean c'mon, the comedian wasn’t that funny.

Now that he thinks about it… he doesn’t remember a time when he made you laugh like that. Even when he made notes of all the things you found hilarious. His eyes widened at the realization, and he started to doubt himself. Maybe he wasn’t even funny, no matter how hard he tried-- oh god!

You nudged him to see his reaction, his eyes were shining with love as he looked over to you, but he covered the lower half of his face. And he silently mouthed “Count your days” to the comedian.

He gripped onto his thighs, his eyes narrowing at the ground as he silently fumed. He didn’t want to seem overbearing, and you were having a good time, so he kept his thoughts to himself. You made fun of him that night. While you guys were walking back home, he frowned as you mocked his tense expression.

“Oh stop it.” He grumbled and he looked away. He looked so cute when he pouted, and he crossed his arms.

Though deep down, he liked that he made you smile. Even if you were laughing at him, it was still a win in his books. He sighed and decided to reel you in by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and he brought you close.

You also got a lot of noise complaints. It was embarrassing to even bump into your neighbors when you left your apartment. They sent you nasty glares, eye rolls, and out right told you to keep it down. They thought you were a porn fein.

Your back arched as your boyfriend thrusted into you, and you held him tightly against you. Being with him was always passionate, he was ravenous and acted as if he had been starved of your warmth. He let out a loud groan. He also had the tendency to curse, the bed shook as he picked up the pace- the headboard repeatedly slammed into the wall. You also had to buy a new bed frame after he broke the other one.

He leaned down and he nibbled and nipped at your neck, he loved to leave hickeys and marks on you. His hands lifted your legs up and onto his shoulders, pressing your thighs to your chest. The bed creaks underneath your weight, and he reaches down to caress your flushed cheek.

When you saw him open his mouth to say something dirty, you quickly silenced it with your hand. He peered down curiously, his brow raised, and he tilted his head in confusion. You remind him to keep it down, and that the people next door will hear.

The next day: you hid yourself in a hoodie, running to the bus stop as you ignored your neighbors heckles.

After you were done with class, you two went to the gym to work out. You promised to help him build some muscles, and teach him how to run properly. He sometimes wished he didn’t have a dick. He listened to you explain some random machine, and he grabbed a towel to cover his crotch. You saw how he would nervously dart his eyes around, completely unable to look at you without drooling.

As a punishment, you got him to start running on the treadmill. He pants as you continued to speed up the machine, and sweat began to drip down his body.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Your boyfriend whined, and he had to keep pushing his body to the limits. "I thought you liked me..." He joked as he wiped the sweat off his neck.

When he missed you, he disguised himself when he would follow you around campus. He hid himself behind a bookshelf after he stalked you to the library. He lowered his shades to see what you were reading.

“Excuse me?” Another student tapped on his shoulder.

“Piss off.” Your boyfriend said curtly, and he slapped their hand off him. “Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

The student looked at him and then followed his line of sight. They were going to ask him to move so they could grab their book, but when they saw his flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and his odd heavy breathing… they realized he was stalking you and was probably a creep. The student gulped, slowly backing away as they flagged down security.

You had to save your boyfriend from the arms of a buff man. It was almost funny to see your boyfriend get manhandled by security, his feet dangling off the ground, and he continued to say that the guard was embarrassing him.

Your boyfriend still kept in touch with your siblings, he actually grew to liking them, and when winter break came around, he followed you back home. He stepped inside the familiar house, and he greeted your parents first. He handed presents around to your family, and he quickly put on a white beard and red hat for the kids.

He genuinely started tweaking when he was introduced to your life long childhood friend, and ex. He forced a smile and his grip was tight as he shook your ex lovers hand. Your boyfriend continues to give your ex a sideways glare whenever they were near him, or when they would touch you, he would accidentally push them into the christmas tree.

He holds your hand during dinner, and conveniently turns away when your ex asked him pass the rolls. When you reach over to grab the basket for yourself, your boyfriend handed them to you immediately. His expression souring as you gave one to your ex too.

“I think they meant to give it to me.” Your boyfriend grunts, and he picks the bread off your exes plate and shoves it into his mouth.

You kicked him out of bed that night. He had to sleep on the tiny ottoman, it was either that or sleeping on the floor. But he refused to lay down where he couldn’t see you. He sulked, and his body curled up into a fetal position as he saw you sleeping comfortably on the bed.

Your boyfriend slowly unraveled his body and he prowled towards you. His face rubbed up against your thighs, and he murmured “I’m sorry” into your skin. His lips trailing up to your inner thigh. When you pull away, he rolled his eyes, and he flipped you over onto your stomach.

“Do you like your ex more than me? Is that it?” His voice is calm but you can hear the underlying irritation in it. “Do you get all hot and bothered when you think about them?”

“Do you think about them when you’re with me?” He yanked on your hair, and you wince as you feel a burn at your scalp.

He rubbed his sore cheek after you hit him, and you made him sit in the corner to reflect on his behavior. He sighs and he leans his head back onto the wall, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form. You did tell him he couldn't sleep on the bed, but was he going to listen...? He got up from his spot, and he tiptoed towards you, and he laid down next to you. He was successful until your eyes shot open and glared at him, he quickly slinks away in fear.

Your family decided to take you guys to the slopes. You were still mad at your boyfriend, but you helped him put on his clothes. You roughly zipped up his jacket, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and shoved him into the van. He did not like sitting next to your ex. The car ride was tense for him, and your boyfriend was nice to your parents and thanked them for bringing him along. He rolled his eyes as he heard your ex do the same-- damn copycat.

He awkwardly sat there, you were on his left, and your ex on his right. Your boyfriend stared out the window, occasionally making conversation with you, and when you guys came to the gas station to fill up the car- he couldn't wait to jump out.

Your boyfriend stared at the road as your parents pumped the gas into the vehicle, he stretched his limbs and he couldn't help but wonder how long it would take him to walk back home.... surely it wouldn't be that far. He didn't want to leave you with your psychotic ex. I mean, he didn't know for sure they were a nut case, but he liked to believe they were. However, he also didnt want to be here so... he pulled out his phone and he looked it up, damn. 15 hours?

"Thinking about running away?"

Your boyfriends body stiffened as he heard your ex's voice. He sighed heavily, and he turned around to see the person in front of him. He looked at them up and down... realizing they were wearing the same colors. They looked like they were matching. Fuck.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" Your boyfriend shoved past them and he walked inside the store to find you.

You were standing at the chips aisle, a couple of things already in your hands. Your boyfriend grabbed a beef jerky and made his way to you, his body behind yours, and he pressed himself against you. He kissed your cheek, and his hands rubbed your sides.

"Are you still mad at me?" He moped.

"Are you being nice to my friend?" You said back.

He stayed silent for a bit, contemplating what to say. I mean he could lie, but he decides not to. "I think you're asking a bit too much from me."

The rest of the car ride was silent. When you guys made it to the mountain he was shaking the entire time. He was cold, did not know how to ski, and he was stuck on the easiest slopes with the kids and beginner skiers. He flailed down the hill, he tumbled and rolled, and he crashed into a tree.

You helped him get back to the cabin after he got a concussion.

His body wasn't hurting too badly, and he whined and sniffled- really trying to make it seem he was sick. He loved the attention you were giving him, the light touch of your lips on his forehead, and when he convinced you to touch him down there, he was really happy. His back arches as you continued to move your hand underneath his pants, your thumb brushing against his tip.

"Ah~" Your boyfriend moaned. "Keep going..." his hips jerked up to meet your movements, his cock starting to twitch in your hand. His arousal formed in his stomach, before his cum finally leaked out of his member.

You shimmied his pants a bit lower and you licked his manhood, your tongue tasting the slightly salty and white fluid dripping down his length. The rest of the trip went smoothly. He would often pull you to the side to kiss you, he cooked alongside you, learned how to ski with you, learned how to knit a beanie, and of course his favorite... being intimate with you.

Your ex's room was right next door, and your boyfriend made sure to make you scream out his name every night, and vice versa. He loved to make a show of how much you two loved each other, and his hands were on your hips to help you ride him.

"So goood..." He babbled, his brows furrowed in pleasure, and he latched his lips onto your neck. "Keep ridin' me, I wanna see you lose it on my cock."

Your boyfriend was entranced with how you took him in easily, his dick disappearing into you, and felt you tighten around him. A deep growl vibrating from his throat. He plays with your nipples, pinching and he sucked on them. He twirls his tongue around your hardened nipple. When you came, he lapped up your nectar, and he kissed you.

It was soon becoming the end of your college years, and he started to panic. Especially when he heard you talking about how you're gonna walk on stage, or what you were going to wear. He panicked because he's a damn liar. He wouldn't be able to sneak his way into graduation, and it was time to come clean. He hoped you wouldn't leave him, or think he's crazy for following you across the world to be with you.

Allure: Hopefully this keeps y'all fed until I come back!

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