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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 17 hours

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This is so weird why are u guys choosing the choice that I didn't think you guys would have usually chosen

Bunny (part 2)

masterlists, part 1

tw: yeah this is all smut, sexual scenes, choking etc

the long awaited bunny part 2 is outzz i feel like this is pretty flop tbh, and idk how to feel about him, i guess i feel lukewarm? like i don't necessarily care about him too much, so pleazz don't expect much from this chapter i did not put my entire heartussy into this

but anwyas tlel me what you think about Leveret i love yalls thoughts 🫶

vote in the poll below guys

One thing led after another, thanks to the help of those cheeky mimosas you downed- god knows how many you guzzled, but it was enough to land you in a hotel room with him. He eventually did eat you up.

You couldn't remember the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun, but you remembered stumbling into his sports car. You couldn't remember whether the receptionist wore a red lip or had nothing on their face, but you remembered how delicious and supple Leveret's lips were. You couldn't remember what room you and he went into, but you remembered that the door was locked before he slid his slender fingers under your clothes.

He was sensual, hypnotizing, and outrageously seductive. His touches send electric-like tingles through your bloodstream, making blood rush down south. The image of how his hips would sway and rock was seared into your mind, you would inevitably get aroused whenever you decided to revisit it.

Leveret knew when to be deceptively loving and gentle while concealing his true sadistic, ruthless nature that you would come to experience later. It started off mild, quite the vanilla sex with Leveret burying his head between your legs and lapping at your already dripping sex. His hair felt so soft and fluffy between your fingers, but it was barely distracting you from Leveret's freakishly long tongue, spelling out your name against your crotch.

You already came before he could even get to the last letter, but he kept fucking you with his tongue without a care in the world. He thinks it's so ridiculously cute that you made such a sound when he blanked your mind out. He wants to hear it again and again. So he continued.

You were already limp with the pillows cushioning your head, awaiting the next climax. But instead of another lick, your hole was met with an intrusion. You shot your head back up at the same time he impaled you with his hardened member, making you scream for him. All of that earlier, was just foreplay, just to lube you up enough for the main meal.

It came as an embarrassing surprise that you liked how he had his delicate hands wrapped around your neck while he ruts into you, reaching all sorts of pleasure spots never felt before.

Leveret is noisy, he is vocal. But his voice is the most melodic, ironically the most angelic to ever grace your ears. He would moan oh so sweetly, lowly purring about how you're making him feel so good. That you're such a good little lover of his, taking him so well and so docile under him. The mild suffocation that he's causing is making you see flashes, yet loosens your mind to accept more senseless, sexual hedonism from his toned body.

"Oh, aren't you just needy?" he breathed into your ear as he fondled your nipples with one hand, the other was restraining both your wrists above your head. You panted like a dog, desperately wanting the next release even after greedily accepting five other climaxes within the hour. He bit down on your shoulder; not enough to draw blood, but enough to mark you as Leveret's. He loves marking his territory, as evidenced by the heavy sprinkling of hickeys and teeth marks all over your body; most prominently, on your inner thighs, neck, and chest area.

The bed is shaking with the way he repeatedly thrusts into you, ravaging your hole. You quivered, whining incoherently and wishing that he would just get it over with and hand over the paradise that he'd been teasing you with.

"I can tell you're close, darling." He whispered, suddenly slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl, sliding his slick cock out and resting at your entrance. It's still impossibly stiff and leaking of precum, but he never once orgasmed yet. You're throbbing and the heat below is almost unbearable, you end up crying out complaints, grinding your crotch against his to try and encourage him to continue fucking you. But Leveret merely giggled.

"You flatter me so much, such a sweet little thing, you are." He nipped the shell of your ear before licking it.

He stopped raking his nails from your chest and down to your belly, he brought his digits up to playfully pinch you on the cheek. You're in a daze and he's smiling kindly at you from above, letting his silky hair tickle your nose while he laughs at your expression.

"You're just so cute." He ducked down to press numerous kisses among your jawline. You didn't want kisses, you wanted him to finish what he started! So you begged, asking him to give you that much-needed release from the tightness in your core.

He hummed, barely containing his laughter. "Am I that good? Am I really, my dear?" His hazel eyes twinkle with hope and admiration for you.

You said, yes! It's almost painful how you're being deprived of your rightful relief. It's incessantly pulsing, lonely, and yearning without Leveret's warmth inside you.

"Aww..." He tilted his head to the side, cupping both sides of your cheeks with his hands, caressing them and sending shudders down your spine. But that wasn't enough, you needed much more than that.

You began complaining again, even thrashing in his arms while he buried his face in the crook of your neck and chuckled, he had purposely made everything come to a standstill, only the vibrations from his voice could be felt, and his gentle rubs between the tip and your entrance.

However, you soon found out that this was just a small prank he decided to play. The edging came to an end when he speared you deeply mid-complaint, making you shriek out of surprise, pleasure, and a bit of pain. Erotic squelches and slapping echoed off the walls as Leveret rhythmically plunged and pulled out of you. His hands are now tangled in your hair, stroking and carding through them in a way that sends buzzes through your skull. He went on to suck another hickey on your neck, this time he found your sweet spot, forcing you to moan oh-so-deliciously.

He picked up the pace, repeatedly ramming into you at a furious pace as he seem to be close to cumming too.

Leveret was breeding you like how a rabbit would, hammering into your thoroughly abused hole even past the point of your last orgasm. He kept going as if he was trying to fuck your organs out of your body. Leveret was breeding you, it didn't matter if you could or couldn't conceive, you wanted to be filled up and he wanted to see you full of his seed too.

"You are so adorable, so, so adorable!" He feverishly chanted that over and over again, but you were too fucked out of your mind to register that he was speaking to you. Your brain goes all fuzzy when he hits your G-spot, and he does it so frequently, that it becomes another form of torture for you. Overstimulating you to the point of tears, but not a word can escape your lips because his fucking was so forceful, it knocked the air out of your lungs. It didn't help that a hand was wrapped around your neck tightly, like a leash.

In the end, you couldn't remember if he bred you; if he painted your inner walls completely white or not. Because you passed out from the sheer amount of orgasms he gave you and you were pushed beyond your natural limits. Stretched out to hell and back.

But, you think you felt a kiss on your forehead before losing all consciousness.

You groan, waking up sore to death. Barely being able to move your lower body due to how painful everything is.

"Good morning, my darling lover." You jolted when a sultry voice whispered into your ear.

You stared at him. In disbelief that such a pretty, relatively innocent face can be such a beast in bed. He giggled, winking at you and blowing you a kiss, showing his pearly whites in a wide, toothy smile. "Did you sleep well?" His voice was honeyed and smooth. You croaked out a hoarse "yes". A drastic contrast compared to his pleasant voice.

You struggled to scoot away and sat up, trying to get a better look at your current fling. You had always found the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes charming whenever he grins.

He's staring at you with such adoration while laying on his stomach, his head was propped up by both elbows as he gently kicks his pedicures feet in the air. Leveret's hair is as flawless as you remembered and you wondered where he got the bathrobe. It's slipping off his shoulders, allowing you to peek at his soft and supple skin underneath.

"You were so good to me, I like that in a spouse." You felt your face heat up when he tickled under your chin. He let his hand drop to your collarbones, it then slid down your bare chest and traveled all the way to your thighs. To which, he caressed suggestively.

"Oh, how obedient you were." He continued, staring deep into your eyes, his smooth, bony hands roaming around your lap. "A little bratty and whiny when I refused to give you what you want, but you were just too cute not to tease." Leveret scrunched his nose up playfully and maintained his beaming smile.

You let out a gasp when he lets his fingerpads brush up against a sensitive spot on your unclothed sex. He lets out a heavenly peal of laughter before retracting his hand from you. "That's enough fun for today, I wouldn't want to hurt you. Oh no, no. Never my meek, honey bunny." He cooed in a sickly sweet tone and wiggled his hips and chest seductively as he bit his thumb that touched you.

You cleared your throat and coughed into your fist, trying to hide that he had such an effect on you. But he saw through it, making him throw his head back in earnest delightful laughter.

You tried complimenting him on his skills, but you were interrupted when he crawled over to sprawl himself across your lap. His hands caressed you from the base of your navel, up to your neck. You gulped, almost in disbelief that you bagged such a beauty. His inky black hair was spread wonderfully on the ivory sheets.

"Your adorable moans and twitches told me what I need to know." You shuddered when his index finger traced your jawline. "And you really do flatter me, thank you, my darling pet." Leveret turned to the side and pressed numerous kisses on your torso.

Pet? You're not sure how you feel about that. But that train of thought was then interrupted by another one, wondering what time it was.

You looked around. Your eye landed on the window, which had the curtains drawn shut. So you asked him if it was still daylight outside, seeing that he was awake before you, asking him for the time.

"Mmm..." He stretched seductively, letting the loosely tied sash of his robe reveal salacious parts of his body. "It's ten in the evening. You were asleep for a while, I must have overworked you. I'm sorry..." He pouted, bringing one of your hands to his cheek. "Will you forgive me if I give you a kiss?" Leveret dragged his tongue across your palm.

Ten PM?! You have to get back home, you got work tomorrow!

"No, you don't." A teasing look was plastered on his attractive, androgynous face. You asked him what he meant by that.

He slowly rose up from his original position and brought his face dangerously close to yours. "You're having a fever."

Puzzled, you narrowed your eyes at him. You feel fine, what is he talking about?

He giggled, pulling away only to give you a passionate kiss on the lips. Slipping his tongue between your lips and exploring all there is to explore inside your mouth. There was no escape, he had a hand holding the back of your head in place, and the other was caressing your thighs, rendering your hands jelly.

He parted from you with an audible pop and a string of saliva between his bottom lips and yours. You were dizzy and seeing stars, almost forgetting the question you asked earlier.

"Aw. That's what your supervisor seemed to believe after I picked up his call." He chuckled, pressing your forehead against his. "I might have told someone in authority a lie, oops. How naughty of me." Leveret purred in your ear, raking his nails up and down your arms.

Your jaw went slack at the realization that he made himself known to someone else you knew. He also touched your phone without permission and has the guts to talk to your boss as if he knew you. He doesn't, not a single thing. Yet, he's pretending to.

He is already injecting himself into your life and you cannot have that. It's too fast for your standards and that fear of abandonment unexpectedly kicked in. You must leave him to save yourself from the hurt.

Before he could bring his lips to your neck and mark you again with yet another love bite, you harshly shoved him away from you.

For once, Leveret looked baffled. Surprised and concerned, something other than his cocky flirtatiousness. "Darling, why-"

You said you can't do this anymore. This is too new, too bold, and too unpredictable, you thanked Leveret for the good fuck, but you said you're not interested in this relationship anymore.

You avoided looking at his confused and mostly hurt expression while you struggled to get out of bed. He had tried many times to coax you into staying, so you could talk it out with him. But old habits die hard, you are going to block him on everything tomorrow. You're already denying his existence now.

"Please, tell me what I did wrong. Was it because-" You cut him off, saying that it's nothing to do with him, you're just not ready to date. Hobbling to the bathroom was especially challenging, it took you every ounce of your strength and willpower not to have your knees buckle.

He hopped off the bed and hovered around, trying to reason with you and making sure that you wouldn't fall.

His pleading was cut off when you closed the door in his face, locking it immediately so he couldn't barge in. Luckily, you did it fast enough, because he was jiggling the doorknob while incessantly knocking. His voice was muffled, but you could still hear him trying to clear whatever grievances you may have with him.

You're freaking out. You don't know what to do now, you suck at confronting difficult feelings. And you obviously couldn't avoid it as you're stuck in this, very spacious bathroom without clothes or your phone. Plus, you already said what you said. There is no way you could leave without having to go through awkwardness.

You wished that you freaked out after staying the night. But you couldn't turn back time, could you?

The knocking stopped. You turned your head to the door, is he finally giving up.

"I'll be here whenever you're ready." Sadness, but mostly compassion made up of his voice at the moment. He then fell silent, you assumed that he returned to the bed, or went somewhere else. It's hard to hear his barefoot steps against carpeted floors.

You took a few deep breaths and managed to recollect yourself. You thought about the next course of action after you felt brave enough to face the man you had sex with.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere oc x reader #tw smut #tw sexual #tw sexual content #oc Leveret

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 22 hours

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this may be stupid but is leveret one of the brothers? Cause He's giving baby brother who gets whatever he wants

Brother or not, I love how Yves and Blanche have cuteness aggression, but are like, "no no we have to play the long game. Then Leveret's like, "fuck it, we ball" 😂 it's a funny change of pace

Yes he is actually! but i decided to make him the middle child, thanks to the insights of bunny anon and other anons when i asked about the order of the brothers

Yeah all three brothers are basically just 3 different variations of each other 💪💪

#oc leveret #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 22 hours

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I just did so abysmally on an online test. The lecturer changed the due time from 11 to 9:30 and I only got 20 mins to do the hour long exam. Im gonna be sick. Really need a yves in my life.

That isn't very fair. Students have a life outside of their classes, and any changes like these have to be accommodated appropriately.

After telling Yves what you had to go through today, he offers you a hug and allows you to cry on his shoulder if you need to. Take however long you need, he will be there to console you. He said he would take care of it, you're too upset to bother asking what he meant, and you might have brushed it off as something he's just saying to make you feel better.

Once you're ready to part from him, he told you that he's going to be in his office if you need him. Yves told you to come to him whenever you're feeling hungry or unwell, he will remedy it for you.

Only when you leave, he opens up his laptop to send an email to your lecturer. He spends the next hour or so negotiating with them, gathering any and every material that could be used to his advantage.

The next day, you would find that the results of the said exam were nullified. It doesn't count in anyone's grade and your lecturer had sent out emails explaining that it was an unfair test, a good portion of students didn't even get to do it or finish it on time. He should have given ample notice before changing the due date like that.

Perhaps you felt relieved, maybe even angry at your lecturer for putting you and others through that stress. But whatever it is, you're simply glad it will not be affecting your overall academic performance. It's a nice thing to wake up to, you couldn't wait to tell Yves about the good news and unexpected luck you just had.

When you did, he would simply smile and watch you happily chatter away, never once disclosing that he was the catalyst of this change.

#yandere concept #oc yves #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #tw yandere #rip that sucks tho anon #i think u can fr email ur lecturer and ask for a retake #cause like damn bro #you cant just be changing the deadline like dat #what about students who works and with another exam going on then what

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 day

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https://www.tumblr.com/crookedkryptonitebeliever/748789350098206720/me-with-my-cyprus-trauma-after-falling-in-love?source=share

Thats what u said abt cyprus, CBK is giving us all trust issues 😭

Nauurr i said that he's already a whore BEFORE you 😭

#oc cyprus

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 day

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ACK i saw that you responded to one of my reblog rambles and now i’m embarrassed 😭

sorry i got so goddamn caught up in obsessing over your little guys i went a little crazy,,,,, the adderall did NOT do it’s job today i did nothing but lose my mind lmfao

i will try and make up for the excessive notifs with fan art soon <33333 after i do all the work i was supposed to do today whOOPS

Yaww no need to embarrassed i love hearing them rambles bro i am happy someoen is also obsessing my blorbos, pls go crazy more often you're so sexy when you do tjat aha 🙏🙏🙏

Goodlucks on ur exams n work n shit man looking forward 2 ur ramblisngss i love reading them 😍😍😍

#oc yves #oc Montgomery

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 day

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*me with my cyprus trauma after falling in love with leveret* please dont let this one be a whore 🤞🤞🤞

He is only a whore 4 u ❤️

#oc leveret

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 day

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Well i made it canon if Monty have kids that turned out to be queer, mans will be super accepting and like show remorse and sadness and apologize for his shit deluluness back then 😍

He will definitely apologize to Noel like on hands n knees n shit 🙏 and stop using queer as an insult and starts referring you as he/him, my hubby, my boyfriend 💕

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 9)

Tw: monty being a fuckin creep, vomiting, the girls are fightingggg, so blood and violence, yves being a dick and elitist, using the word queer in a derogatory manner

DAMN i was expecting the votes to be like to go to the uni cause Yves is hottest choice rn

anyways if u guys read the original series where Monty was from, u would know he's like a sub but his behavior depends on the reader, he's actually a switch

tanks for reading, pls send in anon asks, reblog or comments i love 2 hear yalls thoughts and it keeps me going PLSPLSPLS I AM DESPERATEEE

Part 10

The mall it is. You've been visiting the university too much to escape your home and to take your dreaded exams, despite having air conditioning, you're going to feel miserable there. You barely have friends in the university aside from Yves. A change of scenery would be nice, to note down the things you wanted for yourself.

You tried to decide how you feel about Yves. The urge to run away from him and hide is there, but it's not as strong anymore. Because he already saw it all. The mold, your room, your tears, your puke... you can't possibly embarrass yourself again to that degree, right? The worst should be over.

And, he did say it himself; he is interested in you too. So... it should be safe to proceed with this weird relationship. You think. He's already doing way more than what a lover typically does, let alone someone who you barely went on a first date with.

You shouldn't be afraid of bumping into him. He's not going to bite your head off, you hope.

And speak of the devil, you received a text from him.

"(Name), this is Yves. I hope you slept well. Please reply to me as soon as you wake up."

You bit the inside of your cheek, you held onto your bag tightly as the bus drove over a hump.

It's not like he could see that you read it. You don't know what he is going to say next, once you respond.

But it's rude to just leave him hanging like that. He's probably going to find out you're ignoring him anyways.

Might as well text him back. You told him that you're now awake. He must be a fast typer because you received a message a few seconds later.

"Good afternoon, how are you feeling?"

You replied that you're feeling fine.

"I assume you are currently resting at home?"

You don't know if you should lie. But then he could easily find out the truth by asking your housemates. So you let out a defeated sigh and told him the half-truth. You said no. That was it, you didn't elaborate further.

"Where are you? Did you at least apply sunscreen?"

You replied that you're now getting off the bus. You're going to text him back later. After that, you put your phone into your pocket.

You walked away from the bus stand and looked at the billboards littered all over the area. It takes a six-minute walk to get to the Mall, maybe a bit longer because your usual path is blocked by a construction job. The workers gave the pedestrians an alternative pathway to travel.

As you start walking, you wonder why was the bus stop never built directly in front of its entrance. It's such a nuisance to get there if you don't own a car.

You frown because the sun is beating against your head, you're among a group of people being funneled into this other path and you're starting to overheat. You remembered Yves packed a UV ray-blocking umbrella, so you went ahead and took it out. You opened it and shielded yourself from the rays, sighing in relief as you felt coolness instantly wash over you.

You were minding your own business and fighting your own inner demons until suddenly a large hand clamped itself onto your shoulder. You let out a surprised yelp and a jolt at the unexpected contact, this cannot be Yves's because it's too calloused and careless, mildly hurting you in the process.

"Joe?"

Who?

You turned whipped your head to the back and saw the person who paid for your poisoned meal. He took your umbrella off your hands, making you hiss at the sun.

"It really is you!" His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled up into a wide, happy grin. "How ya' been? I didn't see you yesterday. Where were ya?"

You eyed him up and down, he's in uniform.

"I'm on my break right now." His hand guided your back. "C'mon, let me treat you lunch."

You said that you had food poisoning from the place you ate with him. And you asked what he meant by "Didn't see you yesterday".

His jaw dropped in shock at your words.

"It really sucks to hear that, so that's why you look a lil' too thin today. I guess you're just not used to their cookin'. I was fine and dandy." You and him seem to move along with the crowd aimlessly.

You repeated your question about what he meant by not seeing you yesterday.

"I came by your school 'cause I got you some Chinese. I couldn't find ya' and no one seems to know who the hell was I talkin' about. Why didn't ya' call me? I was waitin' all night for your voice."

Luckily you gave him the fake name of "Joe M." on your first meeting with him. But it's not like he would have gotten any information on you anyway, you're invisible in your university. Unless he happened to come across Yves, which you doubt he will divulge him about you.

You just said 'oh'.

"Hope you're feelin' better though. Hey, I know a great place to get some hearty chicken soup. It's gotta be good for your belly, it sure helped me when I'm sick as a dog." You took notice of his deepening southern accent.

You're starting to feel uncomfortable around this man, he's wrapping his arm around your shoulder like he's your boyfriend.

You said that you were full, you had something to eat earlier.

"Aw shucks. That's fine, I'll just hang out with you till my break's over." He ruffled your hair affectionately, laughing as you tried to smoothen it out.

You don't like him. Who does he think he is? You're barely even acquaintances with him. But you think it's safer to play along until you find an opportunity to escape, there is no way you could fight off a 6'5 man who lifts steel pillars for a living.

"You got any plans this weekend? I wanna take you out to have fun, you must've spent all your time studyin', and that's good! Education is important. But you gotta loosen up a little 'cause life is short!" Montgomery is either oblivious to or disregards your uncomfortable body language.

You said you made plans already. He momentarily looked dejected, but he reverted back to his cheerful self when he thought of something.

"What about next week? I heard there is a festival goin' on by the pier. There's going to be a Ferris wheel, cotton candy, funnel cakes--"

You decided to rip the bandaid off and straight up tell him that you're not interested in pursuing a relationship with him. Since there were witnesses, you wriggled out of his hold and waited to see what he would do to you. Hoping that he would just respectfully leave you alone but expecting to be angrily punched right in front of everyone.

He was stunned, speechless for a moment until there was a strange glimmer in his eyes that was concealed by his shaggy, brown hair.

"...You're playing hard to get."

A horrified, incredulous look crossed your face. Absolutely not! What makes him think of you that way? You took a couple steps backward as he tried to get closer.

"I see how it is, sweetheart. You want me to chase you, don't ya'?" He playfully pinched both of your cheeks. You wince, struggling to pull his hands off.

You genuinely do not understand why he has this impression of you. As anyone would do, you vehemently denied it.

"Aww, look at you. Red-faced and all." He giggled, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away from the main foot traffic so he could toy with you in private. "If you weren't into me, you would have left me to die that night. I may not be the richest or the most handsome..." his smile faltered when it came to the topic of his looks. "...but I know you saw something in me! I'm gonna make sure you don't regret saving me!" You're already regretting being born.

You called him crazy, anyone would have helped him! You're no one special, he teasingly rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, beautiful. Anything to help you sleep at night."

You were adamant that you're not interested and you already have a boyfriend! But this doesn't seem to faze him, he just bent down to your level and placed his hands behind his back.

"Oh yeah? Where is he then? Get outta here, you don't have one. At least, not yet." He winked at you.

Yeah. He is impossible to reason with.

You argued that you do. In fact, he is right behind Montgomery!

He's definitely not believing you, but he turns around anyway to see... no one, as expected.

"I don't see him, do you-- huh?" He was momentarily dumbfounded when all there was in front of him was air.

You managed to blend in with the crowd and successfully entered the mall. You ran into the nearest retail store and hid behind one of the shelves. Everyone was too busy shopping to care what someone shaking like a leaf was doing crouching in the baby and maternal department.

Your hand trembled as you pulled your phone out to see Yves sent you another text.

"Take care. Send me a text message as soon as possible. I will give you a call fifteen minutes later if I do not hear from you by then."

It's been 12 minutes since he sent that text. The next reasonable course of action is to seek comfort and safety from Yves. You thought Montgomery was unhinged and delusional, he thinks you're his just because you saved him that night. You cared as much as everyone else, no one wanted to see another person die if they could help it! But he took it as some ultimate love confession for him.

Then you realize that you should have run as soon as you first rejected him. You hit yourself on the head, he must have thought all the attention you gave him trying to explain yourself was a green light for him to go forward!

You called yourself stupid for not catching this earlier. There's not much you could do now except tell Yves you don't feel safe.

You texted Yves your exact location, even down to the aisle and section. Your texts are a series of panic-induced typos begging him to pick you up because you're scared.

"I will be there in 15 minutes. Is it safe for me to call you?"

You disregarded that text and just dialed his number.

"(name)?" It was so good to hear his smooth, calm voice. Your blood pressure momentarily dropped but rose back again after remembering why you called him in the first place.

You frantically explained what had happened, even your first meeting with Montgomery and the takeaway that gave you food poisoning. Spilling everything even though you didn't mean to, but you're just scared and trapped in a store. You felt upset that he had the umbrella, you apologized and-

"Raise your hand above your head for me, please." He cut you off. You did exactly what he asked, now distracted from your ranting.

"Inhale, following my count." He counted up to four.

"Hold." He counted to seven.

"Exhale." You breathed out for eight seconds. He repeated the cycle a few more times until he could tell you calmed down. Montgomery wouldn't find you from where you're hiding.

"Very good." He praised. "You may put your hand down."

You forgot about that, so you quickly retract your arm to your side.

"I will stay on the line with you until I arrive. Do you understand, (name)?" You gulped and said a shaky yes.

"Stay where you are. You're safe there." He continued. Yves sounded so confident in his answers that you can't help but trust him fully.

You wished you had friends. You wouldn't need to solely rely on him if you did.

"What did you think of the breakfast I made for you?" He asked, in a tone and cadence as if he was casually chatting up with his partner about their day. But you can tell he's speeding through the highways by the intense humming of his car engine.

You said that it's nice. You thanked him for taking care of you.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it. I will be making chicken soup for you tonight, did you apply sunscreen before leaving the house?"

You paused for a while, trying to remember what you did. You eventually tell him no.

"It is important for you to protect your skin. Remember to do so next ti--"

The call suddenly dropped. Your heart started beating wildly again, what happened? You pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the screen.

You let out a visceral scream that caught everyone's attention, your phone battery is dead.

Seeing that you caused a scene, you flee the store out of embarrassment, forgetting about Yves telling you your original spot is the safest place for you to be in. Now with no means of contacting your savior and being out in the open like this, your brain starts to short-circuit. You begin running aimlessly in no particular direction.

All this stress and explosive physical exertion on you right after a bout of illness is making you queasy again.

But you kept going, just... roaming around while periodically looking over your shoulders. Customers and staff alike were staring at you, thinking that you were suffering from some sort of inner turmoil or drug abuse issues. However, they knew better than to intercept.

However, you focused too much on your back, and not too much on the front.

You slammed into a sturdy pillar, lost your balance, and fell back onto your rear.

"Whoa! You alright?" Except that pillar can speak. And it was the last person you want to see right now. Concern riddled his face as he crouched down to help you up. "This is fun and all, but you gotta watch where you're goin-"

At that moment, your stomach decided to empty itself onto Montgomery's chest. He grimaced as you continued to spew and release more vomit from your mouth.

Yves knows where you are. He knew your phone battery died, Yves is just mildly annoyed he didn't catch the fact that one of your room outlets was faulty. It so happened to be the one you used to charge your phone.

Yves pushed the door of the mall's clinic open, glaring daggers at Montgomery as he spotted him waiting on the bench, covered in your puke; noting his filthy fingers wrapping the handle of your bag. He was taken aback by this sudden hostility from an apparent stranger, he looked at Yves confused, what did he ever do to him? Was he offended that he happened to be covered in someone else's throw-up? What a stuck-up bitch!

Yves took his wallet out of his handbag and walked up to the receptionist. He shared a few hushed words with her and spared a couple of unkind glances for Montgomery. The woman behind the counter had both eyebrows raised momentarily before she nodded and picked up a phone. While speaking to someone unknown on the other side of the line, she accepted Yves's credit card.

Soon after, she handed him a clipboard and a pen. He had to sign something before receiving a receipt.

Montgomery looked him up and down with equal animosity, his eyes trailing behind Yves as he took the seat opposite of him.

The dark-haired male elegantly crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knee. Now a blank expression took over his beautiful face. Montgomery took note of his feminine demeanor including his usage of makeup. He somehow deluded himself that he was better than Yves even though he was hunched over, resting his forearms on his thighs while spreading his legs.

Montgomery tried to look away and ignore this stranger. But he couldn't, because Yves was burning holes through his head with his constant stare.

This really ruffled Montgomery's feathers. He's clearly trying to start something.

"What the hell is your problem?"

All eyes landed on Montgomery. Young or old, they're now invested in this sudden outburst.

"What do you mean?" Replied Yves calmly as he tilted his head to the side to feign ignorance.

"You're lookin' at me like you wanted to fight!" Montgomery finally sat up straight while accusing Yves. Meanwhile, the graceful man placed a hand on his chest to express disbelief.

"I do not understand this explosive reaction from you, I have done nothing wrong." Yves's long eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, already winning the hearts of the public. It ticked Montgomery off so bad. For some reason, this androgynous person is making him angrier than usual. Maybe it's because Yves's old money aura reminded him of every city girl and boy who fucked him over emotionally, socially, financially, or physically.

It was quite unusual, Montgomery would usually just not engage with these citizens. But today, Yves is exceptionally infuriating while doing the least. He even smelled the same as those rich bastards, they all must be using the same cologne.

A mere five minutes had elapsed since they first met, yet Montgomery despised him with every fiber of his being.

Yves knows his own effect on the construction worker.

"Don't play with me! You had that stupid look on your face, what have I done to you, huh!?" He rose from his seat.

A ghost of a smile graced Yves's otherwise serious face. That simpleton took the bait.

"Please calm down. You're causing a scene out of nothing." Yves continued provoking him. Mothers began to leave the room with their children, and other patients quietly changed their seats to be further away from the two men.

"Why you-" Something distracted him from his rage.

Yves turned his head and saw you slowly dragging yourself out of the hallway, carrying a prescription slip in one hand and cradling your stomach in the other. You look pale and exhausted as you limp towards the waiting room.

"Joe!" Montgomery called out for you. "Are you alright? What did ya' doctor say?"

You were spooked, you froze in your tracks. Not noticing that Yves is a few steps away from you.

"Dear." You snapped your neck to the source of the quiet but assuring voice. Yves is now standing tall, his arms open for you to run into.

And so, you did. You buried your face in his chest, refusing to see the other man. Yves had a pleased smile as he picked your prescription script from your hands, he slid it into his handbag. Right after, he wrapped his arms around you.

The room was eerily quiet. Everyone was holding their breaths, wondering what was going to happen.

You felt Yves stroke your hair. But you couldn't see or hear anything. So you lift your head a little to see what was going on, he rested his palm on your shoulder.

Montgomery has his eyes open so wide staring at your boyfriend. His mouth is open but soundless. The veins on his forehead and arm were throbbing while he trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you know him, my love? He seems dangerous. You know you shouldn't mingle around men like him, they're usually raised by dysfunctional families- sometimes, they don't even have one." Yves asked you, soft enough for no one else to hear, but loud enough that his pathetic excuse of a rival absorbed every word. This was the last straw for Montgomery.

Finally, he dropped your bag to the ground before launching himself against Yves. Your boyfriend pushed you out of harm's way as he allowed himself to get tackled by the unstable male.

Yves closed his eyes as he took a devastating punch to the face, he was flung to the side from the force and it left a reddish mark on his once pristine face.

"Fuck you! The fuck you mean that's 'your love', you don't mean shit to them!" Montgomery yelled in Yves's ear, and a struggle ensued between them.

Screams and shouts filled the clinic, and the patients present all ran out of the room. Those who stayed tried to film the tussle. Some doctors and customers poked their heads out of the consultation rooms to see what the commotion was all about.

Whereas you grabbed your bag and went outside, securing your safety behind the tempered glass walls.

"You think you better than me?! I'll teach you a fucking lesson to be humble!" Montgomery swung at him again, but Yves dodged in time and utilized his long, slender legs to trip him. Now that he has gotten what he wanted out of this scenario, Yves allows himself to defend his own body.

He got up fairly quickly and tried to land another punch, but Yves grabbed his wrist on time and used minimal force to twist his arm against his back. Montgomery cried out in pain as his limb was contorted to an unnatural position. Being an opportunist, Yves took his chance to strike his broken rib using the side of his hand.

This made Montgomery's legs buckle on itself. You silently cheered for Yves as he subdued the creep on the cold hard tiles.

He pressed a heel against his chest, right behind on fractured bone. So Montgomery was powerless against him.

Yves reached for his handbag and pulled his phone out. He dialed emergency services and reported Montgomery as being aggressive, being a danger to the general public.

"Bullcrap! Fuck you asshole! I will kill you!" Screeched the man currently being stepped on and humiliated in front of his object of obsession. Unfortunately for him, the operator heard his threat towards Yves, increasing your boyfriend's credibility.

He tried to grab his leg, but Yves only drove his sharp heel deeper into his ribs, knocking the air out of him and making stars appear in his vision.

At the same time, the mall security arrives with their batons.

They took over from there, it took more than ten of them to try and get Montgomery under control. He was like a bull seeing red, only goal was to try and disfigure the pretty boy's face as much as possible.

He was forcefully expelled from the premises while kicking, howling, and straining. You saw the tears of anguish in his eyes as he cussed everyone out for treating him as subhuman, he wished horrible fates on all who witnessed but stood by. He was shouting incoherently about having everything stolen from him by the rich, he had one thing good going on but a billionaire had to come along and take you away from him.

He vowed to take what was rightfully his and punish the bad, especially Yves who he referred to as "That fucking queer freak".

Eventually, though, his yelling became inaudible as he got further and further away. The others returned to their day, dispersing as nothing else interesting was going on.

You walked up to Yves, who is now gently dabbing his bleeding nostrils with a folded piece of tissue. He smiled at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Well done." He praised. Disposing of the soiled napkin into a trashcan nearby.

You said you didn't contribute to anything good. In fact, you're the one who caused all this.

"Don't think too lowly of yourself." He picked up a hairbrush from his bag and started fixing your hair. You looked at his face.

The patch around his nose and under his left eye is already starting to bruise, swelling to a degree that he can only see out of his right. Red dripped down his chin and onto the floor, splattering into many dots.

You look around and see the broken pot, flipped chair, and scattered magazines.

You shudder, asking Yves if you could go home.

"Not yet, (name). The police should be here soon, they have to take my statement." He invited you into his arms, and you snuggled into him as his blood dripped onto you too.

"I packed you something to eat." He softly pried you off him. Reaching for his handbag once again, he retrieved a square container before handing it to you.

You opened it to see a sandwich. It's intentionally bland to accommodate your current weak stomach. As if on cue, your belly growled. However, Yves stopped you from devouring it.

"Always sanitize your hands before eating." He squeezed a good amount of hand sanitizer on your palms. Yves only handed the meal back to you after he was satisfied with your application.

You sit on a chair as you take bites off it. Yves sat next to you too, this time he was tidying his luscious black hair with the same brush and compact mirror.

You continued munching on as you heard distant sirens growing louder.

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Hello new people who are folloaing me pls put y'all's ages in the bio or i will block u ❤️

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 days

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I love ur ocs plz don't die

Ok thanks 🙏

Look at Bunny part 2

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 days

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PART 2 IS OUT GUYS

Bunny (Part 1)

masterlists, part 2

Tw: self depreciation

Minors and ageless blogs please DNI

My first proper Yandere OC, with actual names and appearances. There will be many parts to this, kinda slow burn yandere , short introductory post for now and i no i did not proofread </3

hope you like it <3 enjoyy

So you're this lonely office worker, looking for love. Maybe perhaps you're just trying to follow the mainstream channel of Studying well, working well, get good at office politics, finding a good spouse, not get into crippling debt, having kids then finally die. In that order. Or you're just, simply lonely.

But it is hard though. So damn hard. It wasn't because you're undesirable. With the help of dating apps, you could easily get a partner. You may not be that 1% of people who are Aphrodites or Adonises, but there is still a demand for you, the average person, on the dating market. If you made the first move, a lot of your coworkers would say yes, a lot of the regular patrons at the bar would say yes and a lot of the random passengers that also rides the subway train would say yes, because they too, are fucking lonely.

Now you would simply settle for a good Ol' average Joe or Joessica. Have an average relationship with average ups and downs, average life and average funeral. But you don't want to, you have a debilitating fear of abandonment, and, you believe that everyone will eventually find you annoying and would finally leave you. Not if you leave them first.

You understand, you get it. You're just like everyone else, wanting assurance that their partner would never leave them. Wanting their partner to prove their undying loyalty. But... you're not even sure how can someone give their 101% to you, what does that even look like? You don't even know how to prove that you'll stay in the relationship. That's fair, everyone is simply trying their best and you should too.

You can't really stay long in a relationship because of that fear of heartbreak, fear of abandonment, fear of giving all of you and having the other party just throw it all away, fear of betrayal, fear of disappointment. Well, you can't really be disappointed when your expectations for others are in the negatives, can you?

But you still try, and that's admirable.

You met him through a mutual friend. Your friend likes playing matchmaker, so they were more than happy to pair you up with the 'perfect' candidate they have in mind.

You're going to try and stay longer than three months this time. Even if you only made it to three months and a day, its still an improvement. It will be scary, it will be easy to fall back to your usual habits of gradually withdrawing and finally breaking off through text, then blocking your ex on everything, fearing their ultimate response. You're going to try.

You didn't get to have a preview , or a sample of this blind date of yours before the date itself. All you know is; It is a he. He is a legal adult, he is mentally sound enough to make decisions for himself and he is attracted to people of your gender or lack thereof. So rest assured, he won't immediately walk away as soon as you present yourself to him.

Thrifty Lunch, Cheap Dinner, coffee meetups or free walks at the park, you expected any of these to be what he planned. But brunch? Bougie, stylish brunch? And at an expensive, reputable restaurant to top it off. That is new. You must admit, this strange, unexpected decision made you tingly with curiosity and excitement inside. How interesting, right off the bat, you can tell your blind date is at least middle to upper middle class.

It did add a bit of stress on you though, you're used to lower effort dates that you're not even sure if you have the appropriate outfit for the occasion. You do have a ballgown and a tuxedo, but you think that is a little too much for brunch. Flipflops and dirty sweatpants seem a tad too embarrassing for brunch. What do people even wear for brunch?

You asked around and got some advice. You work with what you had and you managed to put together a decent, semi-formal attire. You made sure that it's comfortable though, you're sure that you're going to need the flexibility when your grabby hands got a hold on some bottomless mimosas.

So the day came and you entered the establishment. There were no kids and generally, the target demographic for brunch are adult women having quality girlfriend time, flamboyant men enjoying and laughing among their peers, families and a lot of millennials. At least, from what you can see.

It wasn't hard to find your date. He is the only patron there sitting alone. Everyone else had their own companion, be it a singular friend, giggling away, or a gaggle of twenty.

He was sipping his own glass of mimosa when he saw you. Your date gave you the warmest, kindest smile you can imagine. His full, lush, naturally pink lips wrapped around a perfect set of pearly whites. His lovely smile reached his hazel eyes, it was a Duchenne one as there were crow feet at the outer corners. Endearing fat pockets under his eyes made him look extra cheerful, Aegyo sal, was it? It made your heart skip a beat, he was drop dead gorgeous.

Your not-so-blind date had fabulous, pitch black hair with a healthy sheen, you're absolutely jealous of his beautiful, curly blowout that waterfalls to his upper back. Though, you're not sure if he dyed the hair on his scalp that way or he dyed his eyebrows copper red. Charming aquiline nose, attractive high cheekbones, fluttery eyelashes, youth-signifying dimples and skin clear as glass, dewy and glowing in prosperity. He has a distinct beauty mark on his right cheek, above his lip. Just like how a certain 1950's, iconic, blonde bombshell of a sex symbol, has it too.

He gave you a finger-wiggling wave and a wink, quite the flirt, he is.

Your jaw is on the floor, you're ready to bolt out of the restaurant and that block button is looking mighty fun to push. He is in that 1% Adonis demographic, an androgynous deity of love, lust and beauty. How are you going to feel secure in the relationship when he looks like this? You're freaking the fuck out, man! He is way out of your league, how is this a good idea?

You're in the middle of short circuiting when he comes up to you and gave you a polite, yet intimate, welcome hug. You're pressed against his chest, clothed with a cotton turtleneck shirt. He smells of expensive, masculine cologne, the type that you would always spray samples on yourself but not buy because it costs half your paycheck. His fashionable blazer's lapel brushed against your arm as you gently pushed him away. You feel severely underdressed for the occasion.

"You look adorable." He cooed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Your mouth is open, but you say nothing. What is there to say? Compliments? You don't know what he haven't heard.

So you stutter, stumble over your words out of nervousness, trying to tell him he looks good, you feel inadequate, you don't want to do this anymore and you're going to shit on your friend, all at the same time, nothing coherent came out, all he and you heard was gibberish.

He chuckled, "Well, Hello to you too." You just shut your mouth up and turned redder than a tomato. You must have sounded silly.

"Come, let's sit." He enveloped his smooth, professionally manicured, bony hand around your relatively smaller one. He held your hand, palm facing downwards, fingers locking around your hand. His grip on you was tight, snuggly so but not uncomfortable yet.

You stared at his fingers as he lead you to the seat, you can't believe his ring fingers are bare. No way, this seems too good to be true.

You soothed your nerves by telling yourself he must have some flaw, a flaw so bad that no one tried to keep him to themselves yet. Yeah, that must be it, he must be toxic in some way, that's why he is still single. Please let that be true, you don't know how you're going to deal with your inner critic if he's actually stunning with a heart of pure, 24k gold.

He pulled your chair out for you and adjusted to your liking once you sat on it, like the gentleman he is. Your date went to his own seat, your fingers are crossed behind your back, hoping that he just has a downright horrible personality so you could feel better about yourself. Then you caught your thought and realized, what a weird wish.

Now that his face returns to a more neutral expression, you get to examine his actual eye shape. It is strikingly upturned, mischievous with an unreadable glint to it. You brush off your intuition that something feels a little strange when you look deep into his eyes, though it felt like he knows something you don't, it's probably nothing.

There is already a glass of mimosa waiting for you already. You just went for it, you need the fucking booze dealing with him.

Your head shot up when he addressed you by your name. He grinned at you, propping his head up with his elbow on the table, leaning his cheek against the back of his fingers.

You asked him how he knew your name.

"I was just guessing, my dear. Looks like I'm correct." He laughed.

You eyed him warily. You don't think anyone could guess your name. Your friend must have said something to him, that's not fair, isn't it?

You asked him what his name is.

"Leveret, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you?" Your eyes momentarily darted at his index and middle fingers, they're twitching, strangely like bunny ears. You don't think he's doing it on purpose.

You told him that he already 'guessed' your name correctly. He widened his eyes a bit before beaming again.

"I have? Silly me, I must have been distracted by you."

You gave him a confused and hesitant apology.

"You're just so cute. So adorable. I could just eat you up." His hands were squishing the air, eyes peering intensely into yours. Leveret must be trying to quell his cute aggression.

You don't know whether to feel shy or patronized by his reaction. But you kept your distance.

He took the hint and calmed down. He took a deep breath and smiled, Leveret asked if you were ready to order. He is going to call the waiter if you are.

You nodded. You're going to need some food and the bottomless mimosas to keep you going.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 days

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BEGGING ADD LEVERET TO THE REUNION FIC PLEASE I HAVE BEEN IN THE LEVERET WAITING ROOM WITH THAT OTHER ANON FOR TWO YEARS NOW RAHHHHH

Welp no reunion fic yet, but Bunny part 2 is out, da wait is over for nowss