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Bright Eyes (chapter1) ---The Freak Circus Fanfic

By Destinysquared

Pairing: Pierrot/Gender Neutral MC ~~~~~WITH SKETCHES BY ME THROUGHOUT THE FANFIC ITSELF :D ~~~~SOME IN COLORRRRR~~~~~~~

Summary: You've always been an impulsive person, living life jumping from one adventure (or disaster) onto the next. Thankfully a certain clown seems to happily tolerate your rash behavior. That is, until you do something so unexpected that even the quiet, sweet Pierrot is thrown off his game.

(Author notes at the end with a BONUS sketchhhh, also this fic is on my A03 linked here (leave a comment or kudos if you are able!)

THIS FIC IS BASED OFF OF MY PIERROT COMIC LINKED HERE and @local-shrub's MC!

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Making rash decisions based on feeling alone was both a blessing and a curse.

Your infamous impulsivity ranged from complimenting a stranger’s clothes on the street to purchasing a 2-year lease for an apartment without ever seeing it in person. Thankfully, the latter issue worked out just fine; this time, anyway. Your current place wasn’t perfect, but far from a hovel. Still, this headlong lifestyle attracted trouble like a magnet dropped in a bucket of nails. It affected both your work life and personal life in ways that haunted you to this day.

Second-hand embarrassment, especially from your own memories, was no joke.

Yet nothing, not even the odd encounter you JUST had with a green clown who introduced himself ‘The Harlequin’ this morning, could stop your smile.

All because, as of yesterday, your spontaneity actually helped to make a new friend.

Or at least you hoped it did.

Bullies took up a decent chunk of your childhood, especially since you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. The idea of picking on someone for their looks or speech or whatever else, filled you with an old rage. All the memories of past tormentors resurfaced the day you witnessed a man punching a defenseless circus performer in the street. All over wild accusations of kidnapping and paranoid rambling. Yeesh. What proof did this jerk even have that the circus had anything to do with the missing woman from the local news? You knew from experience that this bully just wanted someone to blame; taking these frustrations out on an unarmed civilian passing out flyers.

So naturally, without a second thought, you stepped in.

People who hesitated made little sense to someone with your reckless mindset. Only those who took action were able to get things done. So, like how you often did things without thinking, you intervened. And strangely enough, that worked out too! A proud feeling swelled inside as you glared at the jerk pathetically dragging himself away from the scene.

Maybe it was okay to make rash decisions every now and again.

This was surely the proof, right?

Only good karma could come from this.

Immediately, you helped the poor (yet extremely tall) circus performer, whom you’d come to know later as The Pierrot, to his feet. After making sure he was ok, you even gave him one of the many bandages resting neatly in your workbag (a sad necessity due to your spontaneous nature). The slightly injured clown didn’t speak to you then, but instead communicated by nodding when asked if he was ok. However, things changed once you got a good look at the towering man up close.

Such an intricate costume was a sight to behold. Gold accents glistering in light that bounced off of the nearby shop windows and stone walls. Black stripes wrapping against the deep crimson of his hat, like tongues in a kiss. And was that….silver hair? Perhaps it was a wig, though the light strands looked so soft to you that they almost bled with the clouds in the sky (with which his great height seemingly reached). Above everything however, you couldn’t help but notice the golden eyes he had. What an unusual color!

Without thinking it through, as usual, you leaned toward him. Entranced while handing over the pink band aid from your bag. So spellbound that in your predictably rash yet innocent manner, you blurted out:

“Wow….you have the most beautiful, brightest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

You almost heard a choked (slightly muffled) gasp from the silent clown’s strained throat. Like dust clearing out of an old attic’s floorboards, he creaked as a response. Though it might’ve been literally anything else too. It was, after all, a busy street despite the earlier commotion. People and cars ran by the two of you in a hazy blur. Yet the clown’s face, while seemingly masked, did look a little taken aback with a now strained smile.

Oh no.

You hoped you hadn’t scared him off with your unprompted comment; a sadly common response in your life. Naturally, you apologized with a soft voice while blushing out of embarrassment. Both of you, red as the deep crimson of the clown’s silken suit, stood awkwardly in the road for a moment too long. So long that a pill bug curled itself by your foot and rolled away before you had the chance to act.

Oh Well, a bleak thought brewed with an internal groan, there I go again. Being my ever-so-charming self. It’s a mystery I’m still single.

Much to your surprise, despite the awkwardness, you actually saw the silent stranger again later that night!

Finally, at your workplace, you ended up learning that the clown’s name, or at least his job title, was The Pierrot. And as a thank you for your kind gesture earlier, he gifted a free ticket to his show.

“I assure you I will make you smile during my performance,” his wide mouth stretched to the corners of his reddening face.

“Can’t wait to see you there, Bright Eyes!”

Your grin grew remembering how deeply The Pierrot blushed at the nickname given to him as you wiped the counters of dust before this morning’s shift began. At first you were mortified that you just called this random guy ‘Bright Eyes’ out of nowhere! It was rude to give someone a name like that without their permission, wasn’t it? Luckily, after apologizing profusely on your part, Pierrot assured you that he was ok with it. Really ok with it.

Yesterday held a pleasant memory that continued to carry you even after this busy and rather bizarre morning with The Harlequin.

It didn’t help that soon after you heard about your own co-worker’s sudden and mysterious exit. Carol, a woman you used to worked with, hadn’t told anyone she was going away. Running out of town without any notice; leaving you and your understaffed boss to pick up the slack at the café.

Admittedly, this brand-new day was starting to feel like, well, a lot already. Even for someone as up-beat as you, it made your bright morning quickly turn overcast. Not completely cloudy, but enough to make you cautious of whatever else was to come. Thankfully, the chill of the door opening behind you helped bring things back into perspective.

With your back to the door, you took a breath for a second, vowing that today would be good.

Today would be productive.

And today, you would keep your loose lips shut!

As the bells of the entryway rang, you turned from behind the counter, ready to greet the first few customers of the day with your best retail smile.

“Good morning! Ah!”

Sun glowed like a halo behind the crimson clown as he strolled inside. A wintery breeze from behind wafted in, caressing your bare arms. The action causing goosebumps to form. Despite this, your shivering from the brisk weather seemed to spur your new friend closer towards you.

“It’s you again! Want something to drink, Pierrot?” you asked with a friendly grin.

Seeing the crimson clown in one piece sent a wave of relief through you. Something about how earlier The Harlequin’s toothy grin as Pierrot gripped the green ticket you almost (impulsively) took from his rival seemed a little too real to be a street show. Still, the blushing face Pierrot sported now was enough to reassure that everything seemed to be ok.

Though his odd choice of drink seemed to indicate otherwise, “Alright, have a seat Bright Eyes and sit tight! I’ll bring it to your table.”

For a moment it seemed as though his golden orbs glowed as his new nickname flew out from your lips. Though it was light outside this winter morning so maybe it was just a sun spot? Who knows, right? You shrugged it off and turned away from your new friend with a short wave; sitting with his usual quiet grin. Before you could start on Pierrot’s order, your boss stopped you. Cautiously, the café owner didn’t want any circus performers to linger in his café without paying nor handing out flyers inside. Quickly, you alleviated his fears with a smile saying that your new friend had in fact ordered a drink and wouldn’t solicit any customers.

With that done, your boss went to check on inventory in the back room as you turned around to abruptly face---

“Whoa!” a gasp fell out. “You scared me!”

Pierrot suddenly appeared leaning towards you over the counter. He was so close you started to wonder what on earth he wanted at this proximity.

“Pierrot?” you took in a sharp breath as he firmly grabbed your bicep; clawed fingers tracing over the muscle beneath your cotton shirt. The feeling of those sharp nails against your arm was enough to make you nervous, though you weren’t sure at first in which way.

“I was just going to get your shake,” a reasonable excuse to leave despite the nervousness in your voice.

Still, Pierrot only leaned more-so over the counter. His strong grip begging your body closer to him. Since when were his hands so big?, You wondered to yourself. Bright yellow eyes once more on yours like lures; such a beautiful color that seemed too perfect to be real. Surely the performers were all using contacts, yet the gold suited The Pierrot; now more than ever before. There was something predatory about the way he was looking at you just now. You felt yourself nearing the silent clown against your will, his demeanor making you a bit disoriented. No one, not even your best relationships had someone look at you with such….

…Hunger?

The cat-like slits of his eyes indicated as such.

A chill you hadn’t felt since your high school sweetheart danced with you at prom, traveled down the arm trapped in Pierrot’s firm grip.

Eyes widening upon realizing why the silent clown was acting this way. After all, there was only one reason a person leaned in so close to another, wasn’t it? Surely just one reason and no other. Your face reddened as his mouth parted, confirming your theory. Strangely enough, it was still hard to tell, even at this proximity, if he was wearing a mask or not. Though, to be fair, you were too mesmerized by his bewitching manner to pay attention to such details. Pierrot’s movements, now so close that his breathe was hot against your cheek, compelled you to act swiftly. To respond to his obvious want.

There was no going back now.

Perhaps The Pierrot began to whisper something before you did what you did, but it hardly mattered.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

His lips were harder than expected, still they did mold against yours like a kiss should. He was warm, very warm. Almost as though Pierrot’s entire body was burning the longer you continued it. In your mind, this was what he wanted so why not give it to him? It’s just the logical thing to do when someone leans in so close, right? The clown was sweet, and it’s certainly not the first time your impromptu nature kissed someone cute out of nowhere. Sure, these types of actions got you into trouble like dating a DJ who cheated on you. Twice.

But how could you resist? He leaned in first after all.

With a secure feeling in your soul of souls that this was the right call, you grinned cheekily while parting from him.

“So….Liked it?”

Then your heart sank.

There, with your arm still in his now slackened grip was The Pierrot with a completely shocked and blank expression. Eyes wide, pupils small as beads, and mouth for once turned downward in an open frown. The shock of seeing such an unusual expression on your always smiling new friend suddenly made you panic.

Did you break him?

“Pierrot? Hello?” you chuckled nervously, using your spare arm to wave in front of his empty face, blushing harder than ever before.

Oh Yeah, you broke him.

Pierrot.exe definitely crashed on your countertop.

Crap. Did you misread his intentions? Did you mess up again? Why did you always do things like this? Fear consumed everything as you bit your lip. Your mind replaying over and over again what the silent clown was doing right before leaning in; how you could’ve messed this all up. Surely, he was going in for a kiss, right? Or did he possibly want something else? You knew he couldn’t speak in public, so what was he doing? Wait……didn’t you hear him say something right before you planted one on him? Ugh, what was it!? Sweat started to gather in the back of your neck. Maybe you ruined this, whatever it was the two of you had, before it even began.

Wouldn’t’ve been the first time.

“Well, uh,” Pierrot’s hands now trembling and open, letting you slip out of the clawed grip. Slowly as not to freak him out any further.

“I’ll just go get your drink.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, you groaned internally while trying to hold a glass for his milkshake in your now sweaty hands. What does he think of me now?

What indeed.

Was all of this another dream? Oh how cruel it’d be if so. What more proof did Pierrot’s kind need that they weren’t favored by the light, if all of this turned out to be yet another hallucination of his gradually fracturing mind.

In spite of that, the burning on Pierrot’s lips and the shuddering of your shoulders as you wobbled towards the soft serve machine was proof enough. A lithe tongue peaked out just a hint from behind his large pointed teeth. Licking his lips slowly, languidly over the contours of the mask. How he savored the sweet taste left behind. Delicou---wonderful, like ambrosia mixed with torn flesh. Pierrot’s eyes dilated at the sensation while taking a deep breath, daring to capture even a hint of your scent.

That. DID. Just. Happen.

You…..wanted him?

You loved him?

It was so soon. Far too soon. Though the quickened pace of his heart stopped The Pierrot from second-guessing this blessing any further. What did it matter that it didn’t make any sense? The fact was---you loved him. Didn’t you? Why would you do that otherwise? Or was he assuming things? Misunderstanding again? Never in his wildest fantasies did the crimson clown’s mind dare to think he could have you NOW. Right now. Surely that is what you meant by all this? You were giving him permission to take you, right? By giving him this gift, you opened yourself fully to his love with a warm and waiting embrace.

Oh yes….the gift of your lips.

Softer than the petals of the bloodied paper flower he gave you just one day prior.

Had it really been that long ago? Could he have had you sooner?

How long did you feel this way? Why couldn’t you have given him a sign?

If only he’d known!

The clown’s arm was still trembling, elbow standing up on the counter and clawed hand reaching out towards you. Yearning to hold his true love again. Your figure blurred as Pierrot’s golden pupils struggled to focus amid the storm in his mind. Though it wasn’t until after clutching his claws in and out a few times that the clown realized you weren’t actually near. The warmth you exuded on his mouth and hand still stayed with him like a brand of molten iron on his skin.

No.

Why were you gone? Why weren’t you here still in his hold?

He needed more.

He had to have more.

It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fair.

He wasn’t prepared for this.

If only he’d known your true feelings sooner, then he would have never let you go that quickly. He would’ve held you tighter, yes, that would have done it. Tighter and forever. Kept you closer, made it all last longer. Even a single second more would’ve sated him for days to come.

Finally, Pierrot stood up from his chair.

For some reason making this milkshake was taking longer than normal. No, actually, you knew exactly why. You needed to stall for time, BADLY. How were you going to fix this awkward situation? Did you just assault a clown? How do you even begin to apologize for that? Would you ever be able to show your face to him again? Why wouldn’t he just say something already?

The latter, obvious, question you would’ve remembered the answer to if your anxiety-ridden brain allowed it. For now, everything just felt like a hodgepodge of bad decisions and assumptions swirling like the ice cream in Pierrot’s half-filled glass.

Even so, there was a part of you that didn’t hate what happened.

While you weren’t exactly looking to get into another relationship at the moment, it wasn’t an unwelcome prospect. After all, it’s not like getting involved with a circus performer, who’d probably just leave in a month or two at the latest, was the worst decision you ever made?

Even if you both had stayed only friends, it wouldn’t have lasted anyway.

Ah. Right….

That last thought somehow filled you with a little more sadness than expected.

Not that there was any time to linger on such things as a loud slam broke through the silence of the empty café. Your shoulders hiked up in alarm as you found yourself trapped between The Pierrot’s quivering, large arms. Or at least you thought it was Pierrot. In front of you was a man with a feral sort of grin, one you’d only seen on tigers in nature books. A curved, crooked sort of smirk was drawn on his mask. Clawed hands on either side of your head gripped the soft serve machine tight enough that you worried for a fleeting moment if he’d leave imprints on the hard plastic. Except, despite this completely new expression from the silent clown, Pierrot managed to keep a proper distance. Trapping you, yes, but far enough away to allow some breathing room, unlike before.

After looking around the café for a moment to make sure the two of you were still alone, the clown managed to utter out a sentence in a raspy, deep and almost nervous tone.

“M-May…..May I have another?”

A moment passed you both by, stilling time before an answer was found. Involuntarily you backed a little into the machine behind you, unsure of what to make of all this. You hadn’t even heard him approach. Not to mention, how did he get over here so quickly? Did he jump over the counter or something? Well, he was from the circus after all, maybe he was an acrobat too? Or a ninja? A clown ninja?

Your malfunctioning brain managed only to mutter a quiet reply with one corner of your mouth tiling upward nervously:

“Another….shake?”

It was ridiculous to ask. Granted, not the worst answer you’ve ever given (no, that prize belonged in the essay portion of your college exams), but definitely up there. Regardless, The Pierrot’s eyes opened a millimeter wider as you spoke. Pupils growing into larger sharp ovals, as he strained to shake his head at the innocent question.

Oh.

Oh ok.

Words finally failed you.

A trait your companion knew all too well, waiting patiently with the same acute expression as before (though you could’ve sworn there was some drool forming on the side of his lower lip).

“Another, huh?” Now you were blushing even more than he was. “Another what?”

You knew. Or at least…

No. Not this time. You needed to be sure, to not misunderstand, to not assume. All the same, your impulse caused you to reach forward with both hands, fingers brushing against the side of his supposedly masked face. The action caused Pierrot’s eyes to shine even brighter than the florescent lamps above. This time, you were the one leaning forward, whispering.

“Another……?” your thumb brushes against his lip.

A loud gulp could be heard as the silent clown seemed to melt under your touch.

Oh wow, you thought excitedly.

With that, your entire body lit up. Things were starting to click for once in your scrambled gray matter. You realized this wasn’t the first time he silently begged for you like this. Even from the beginning those brightest of eyes spoke a language all on their own. All of The Freak Circus performers were intimidating, scary even, as was their brand, but this one? This tall, toothy, clown with eyes like pools of lava was now putty in your literal hands.

Moving one finger over his cheek caused Pierrot to shudder, leaning closer made him breath harder. The power, the control. It intoxicated you and it was always there. Never before did it feel like you actually had someone’s life in your hands. It was terrifying, wrong even. No one should have this control over someone else, logically speaking, yet you couldn’t help but drink it all in one gulp. What the hell did that say about you?

Perhaps there was no misunderstanding earlier after all.

Maybe he did want this from the beginning, but you had to be completely sure.

“Ok….Tell me, Bright Eyes,” you whispered with a daring, hungry look of your own. “What do you want from me?”

A trick of the light, it must’ve been, as it seemed like his pupils formed golden hearts. Leaning forward, he carefully and hotly whispered his reply before a horrid chime rang through both of your ears like the shot of a pistol.

“Mommy, look! A clown!”

You nearly squeaked, ducking under the tall, now rigid red figure before you to greet the small crowd of customers who began to pour in. With a flushed face and sweaty brow you still managed to use your oh-so-reliable spontaneity to your advantage. Some customers, as you seated them, even asked if the café was in any way associated with the circus after seeing Pierrot behind the counter. Questions that made you hastily correct them before returning to The Pierrot’s unreadable form. Said clown stood still as a statue in the same spot as you left him, clutching the soft serve machine with a quiet anger.

It was kind of funny really. All of this. Funnier though if you hadn’t been so distracted, nearly getting caught fraternizing with a complete, yet alluring, stranger. You almost reached out towards the seemingly disappointed (shell shocked?) performer, until without warning he stood up straight. The gesture was so quick you almost felt a breeze from the graceful movement. Pierrot’s usual cryptic smile returning as he walked back with what seemed to be a slight strain in his step, to the other side of the counter.

Well, that was quick.

You smiled and even laughed at the act. He was so intense one moment and awkward the next that it was endearing. This whole thing….whatever it was…whatever was happening…it was so bizarre that you just had to laugh it out. What a day!

“Thanks, Pierrot,” you wiped a tear from your eye with a genuine smile beaming at him. “I needed that.”

Finally, The Pierrot began to resemble his usual self. Less rigid with a relaxing gaze, reddened face, and softer expression as your joy permeated so freely around him. Only him.

It was a nice moment while it lasted.

Unfortunately, one of the women seated yelled at the two of you from her table, breaking-up the sweet moment. She ended up accusing you of not only being lazy but also of spending more time goofing off with your ‘friend’ instead of working. For a moment a look of fear flashed over your face as you hoped she wouldn’t go telling your boss. You needed this job. Immediately, you apologized and began to hastily get back to work. Never seeing how Pierrot observed your frantic behavior with some worry. Nor how he eventually turned to look at the rude woman with a different sort of hunger. A hunger that the clown wouldn’t dare show you if he could help it.

“Uh here you go…..sir?” the last bit felt strange on your tongue after everything that happened. “Finally….your milkshake.”

Pierrot in his usual sweet way paid for his drink with an additional chocolate bar as a tip. It was such a cute thing to do that you couldn’t help but chuckle again, thanking him for his kindness. Sadly, even after getting the rude woman her coffee, she still didn’t seem satisfied and left in a huff under the clown’s piercing gaze. Relief washed over the whole café as she walked out. Then, the day was over. Pierrot, now close to the entryway, started to wave a goodbye.

Though before he left, something rang in your ears besides the bells of the door. It was the word he whispered before you two were interrupted, the answer to your question.

What did he want from you?

Everything.

“Oh wait! Pierrot,” you yelled while waving back from the counter.

The clown stopped for a moment, halfway outside, and smiled. His eyes once more on you and you alone.

“I’ll uh, see you tonight, yeah?” you gulped, looking away from him with a shyness not befitting what was coming next. “And….if you want…we could continue where we left off….later.”

He nearly went into cardiac arrest.

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A/N: An alternate ending where Pierrot DID go into cardiac arrest and Harlequin has to drag him out before paramedics arrive can be found here XD:

So special thanks again to @local-shrub for both beta reading this fic and for letting me use their MC!!

To clarify, this alllll started as an ask @nekoboydreams answered regarding how Pierrot would react if the MC just straight-up kissed him when he visits the cafe for the second time. It was so funny, the reaction i mean, that I drew this comic of it XD. Then, I realized I realllllllly wanted to write this all out as a fic and local-shrub kindly offered some advice on how they envisioned their very impulsive MC!!

It was a fun challenge trying to balance an MC who just DOES things randomly and is somewhat embarrassed by this behavior.

Likely though, there 'could' be a chapter2 to this---but if I do it >_> it will get a tad spicy. Considering that MC/Pierrot would pick up where they left off. Let me know if you all wannnnnttt~~ enjoyyyyy~ Please leave a kudos/comment on the a03 version if you can!

#thefreakcircus #the freak circus #thefreakcircus vn #tfc pierrot

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lemon-limess · 8 days ago

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[name]sbiggestfan: [Name], can you count down for me? i’m almost finished :3

You squint your eyes at the message, rereading it numerous times, getting louder as you repeat it.

“ ‘[Name] can you count down for me? i’m almost finished’…? Bro are you-” Rubbing your eyes, you lean back against your chair, it squeaks in protest.

Slamming a fist firmly on your desk, your computer that held your live gameplay, along with a cup of water and snacks, shook at the force.

“Bro, I’m not helping you NUT.” Swinging your arm towards the door that led to your hallway, you pointed at it.

“GET OFF OF THE CHANNEL!”

The chat goes crazy, spamming laughing emojis, calling the comment weird, etc.

Pausing your game and setting the keyboard aside, you continue on your spree. “Oh, I’m gonna lose my shit,” You looked at the camera with a disappointed glare.

“Get off the stream if you’re gonna blow a load and if you are gonna blow a load on the stream, do not blow it on me.”

[name]sbiggestfan: yeah keep yelling at me like that.. ngh~

Tossing your headphones off of you, you sink down into your chair. “Yeah chat, I’m gonna head to bed early.”

And without giving your viewers a chance to redeem themselves, you click off the stream.

Somewhere in the bustling city, a certain green haired pierced friend of yours, groaned at black screen of his computer. His pants and underwear were rolled down his thighs, semen covered his stomach from his copious amounts of loads.

“Thanks for the help, pumpkin.” Sol chuckles and grabs a few napkins to clean himself up. “I’ll join your next stream~”

My tip jar! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

literally was giggling at this

pov: Sol

#tkatb vn #the kid at the back vn #solivan brugmansia #male yandere #yandere imagines #visual novel game #visual novel #the kid at the back sol #shitpost #honestly i thought this was funny #if you didn’t laugh it’s ok 😞

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lemon-limess · 13 days ago

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ELIAS MY LOVE YOU ARE VERY PRETTY TO MEEEEE 😭

A beauty for you

AAAAAA finally managed to finish it!!! This was originally going to be a comic but then, for some reason, yesterday my headphones stopped working and I spent hours trying to get them to work, by the time I sat down to draw it was 10 pm but I still wanted to post so I kept going until 1 am until I eventually gave up and just finished it today

Whoever was the anon who said life kept throwing hurdled my way to prevent my wrists from turning into ash was right but life underestimated my persistence

#elias #yandere pretty boyfriend #male yandere #yandere

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lemon-limess · 16 days ago

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I gave in…

The ren chariot cannot be stopped

#14 days with you #14dwy #ren #LMAOO

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lemon-limess · 19 days ago

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Yandere Femboy x Reader

Warnings: emotional manipulation, bullying, obsessive possessive behavior, emotional dependency, toxic relationships.

Aiden was always perfect.

You knew it from the first day he sat next to you in class, deliberately dropped his pencil case, and said with a bright smile, “Oh, can you grab that for me? I’m so clumsy!”

From that moment on, you were stuck to him like you had no choice. But the truth is, you didn’t want one.

Aiden was addictive.

You never realized when he stopped being just a friend and became a light that followed you everywhere. He’d wake you up with voice messages at 7 a.m.:

“Good morning! Time to wake up! You look tired today… did you dream about me, or did you cry because I wasn’t by your side?”

And even though he said it jokingly, there was always something more. A pause. A “laugh” that didn’t sound amused.

He bought you things you never asked for. He took photos of you without you noticing. He introduced you as “his favorite person” to others—but if you so much as talked to someone else, he’d go silent and serious for hours.

Once, you told him you liked someone. Just as a joke, to see how he’d react. And he smiled. Not a nice smile.

A small, tight-lipped smile with a clenched jaw. You could feel his gaze drilling into you. He slung his arm around your shoulders and said,

“Glad you have some hope. But no one’s ever going to love you like I do, right?”

Then he kissed your cheek, hard. You could still feel the smear of his lipstick afterwards.

After that day, something changed.

Aiden wouldn’t let you walk home alone, even if you lived close by. He always had a reason. That he was just passing by. That he wanted to talk. That you looked sad.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than I know myself.”

He’d send you pictures of his meals, his outfits, even his bed.

“I miss when you used to sleep over… you haven’t come by in forever” He’d say it with cute emojis. But it never felt cute.

And when you started talking to that other person—the one you only shared classwork with—Aiden’s gestures became even softer. Sweeter. More perfect.

But the messages didn’t.

One night, you found one that said:

“So that’s what you’re into now? God, how basic. Did you seriously lower yourself like that? I wonder how long he’ll be interested once he realizes it takes you HOURS to reply.”

You didn’t answer. And the next day, that person never looked you in the eyes again.

You didn’t get it at first.

You thought it was a coincidence. That people were just busy. That the weird comments were misunderstandings. That canceled plans were just bad timing.

Until you noticed how people looked at you— With a mix of pity, discomfort… and distance.

Aiden, on the other hand, was shining more than ever. Surrounded by people. Smiling radiantly. Speaking in that sweet, angelic way that made everything sound like poetry.

“Don’t tell her I said anything, okay? I’m just… worried. She’s been acting so strange lately.”

A soft laugh. A touch on someone’s arm. A downcast look, like he was really hurting.

And that was all it took. A sad little smile and a concerned tone. Everyone believed him.

He was so beautiful. So perfect it felt unreal. But without a doubt—he was the best at playing the victim.

And you, without even realizing it, started to lose everything.

One by one, people drifted away. They stopped texting back. They avoided you in the hallways.

But Aiden was always there to comfort you.

“Poor thing… Nobody wants to talk to you anymore? That’s so cruel. But it’s okay, you don’t need them. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

He’d say that while brushing a tear from your cheek with his soft palm, that delicate smile of his making him look like an angel who had just fallen from heaven.

And even if you tried to connect with others, to get away from him… You knew deep down— You would always end up back in your best friend’s arms.

#x reader #yandere #yandere femboy #male yandere #female reader

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lemon-limess · 23 days ago

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Yes or No ---The Freak Circus Fanfic By Destinysquared

Pairing: Pierrot/Gender Neutral MC ~~~~~WITH QUICK SKETCHES BY ME THROUGHOUT THE FANFIC ITSELF :D~~~~~~~

Summary: You've been sharing your lunch breaks with Pierrot for a few days now only to realize, you know nothing about him. Since the clown cannot speak in public, it's up to you to try and find out what he's truly thinking about. (Author notes at the end, also this fic is on my A03 linked here (leave a comment or kudos if you are able!)

---BTW I'm sorry this is so MC focused, but I promise it gets good at the end.

You didn’t remember when it all started to become a regular thing, having The Pierrot join you during your lunch breaks, but it was a welcome change of pace. His daily visits weren’t too strange, were they? That the other circus members would regularly visit the café where you worked just made sense. This was after all the closest place for them to get coffee, aside from a small kiosk with odd hours. Though the pleasant company in front of you more than made up for the small warning in the back of your mind, signaling that something was off about the clowns’ frequent visits.

Pierrot with his usual wide smile stared at you cradling a cup of soup on your shared table. Beaming at his piercing gaze, you immediately began to recount every last boring detail of your day to him. Knowing that any conversation in such a public place would be limited to mostly you, Pierrot’s rapt attention never failed to ignite the old “Class Clown” tendencies you had back in high school. Inspiring you to want to perform for the silent performer.

You exaggerated your exhaustive schedule to him, the sticky counters you’ve bussed, the orders you almost (but didn’t) get wrong, the best customers, and the worst customers. Naturally, during the latter bit of your story, his face changed to one that you’ve only seen whenever Harlequin was around.

“Don’t worry,” you chuckled at his angry, toothy expression; twirling a spoon playfully in your now tepid cup of soup. “If it helps, I gave those jerks wayyyy less whipped cream than they asked for. That’ll show em’!”

And just like that, his smile returned.

It was touching really, that Pierrot cared so much about the little things in your life.

Though your guarded heart wouldn’t allow you to think too deeply on why.

Sadly, lunch breaks had to be shorter these days due to the lack of help in the café. Luckily, your boss did manage to find someone to come in temporarily every now and again. The extra hands helped give you both some breathing room while fishing for a full-time replacement. It was during one such day that you found yourself at one of the café’s small two-person tables; comfortably sitting across from Pierrot just as a crowd of patrons swarmed inside.

Wincing at the scene, you empathized with both your boss and the new temp as they dealt with the onslaught. Said boss noticed you were pushing back your chair, ready to help (much to the silent clown’s dismay), but the tattooed man waved for you to keep still and enjoy the rest of your break. To which you smiled gratefully, eagerly turning back to your crimson companion.

Then, your smile faltered.

Pierrot had grabbed a few of your unused napkins and began tearing them slightly into little shapes. Sometimes during your breaks, The Pierrot would lean forward to whisper things to you. Whether they be answers to your questions or sweet compliments that made your heart flutter more than you’d care to admit. Frankly and perhaps to some, pathetically, it was a highlight of your day. Now though? The place was far too crowded for the usual small, whispered talk you both often shared. Naturally, for the sake of his act, he wouldn’t risk being heard, and that made your smile start to dip.

Now what?

The thought of not being able to communicate with him as easily as normal was disappointing. As much as you loved an engaging audience, it felt unfair to be the ringleader in a two-person act. The sweet clown who never failed to entertain, gave candy alongside a tip for every shake he ordered, listening to you with such reverence that you found yourself speaking more and more to him each day, was now heavily concentrated on a piece of flimsy paper. There was nothing either of you could do.

You ate with The Pierrot in silence for most of the lunch break today, staring occasionally at his clawed hands tearing the poor napkins he held to shreds. Memories of past (failed) relationships made your brain drastically interpret this small obstacle as him being bored of you. Though to be fair, what did you even know about Pierrot? Are you….friends? Does he like his job? What’s going through his head right now? You couldn’t tell and suddenly, you had the urge to ask.

It was frustrating to be in the now crowded the café, yet it was far too cold to eat somewhere secluded outside. Plus, the end of your break was drawing near. No time to look for an empty diner to sit in or something. This is frustrating, you thought to yourself while sipping another bit of your soup harshly. For some reason, the urge to talk to him today was burning inside. You really wanted to communicate with him. More than that, you wanted his attention.

Suddenly, an idea popped in your head and a slow, mischievous smirk began to form.

“Hey, want to play a game?”

Pierrot’s head bolted up so suddenly at the sound of your voice that you almost thought he pulled something by the action. His jingling head tilting with a confused expression urged you to continue. However, your throat convulsed a bit as you held back a laugh at his eagerness. Yet still, you raised your spoon as a mock microphone for the now captive audience.

“AHEM!”, you started again with your best announcer voice. “Let’s see folks, if I can guess what The Pierrot is thinking.”

His expression was blank, the torn napkin in his fingers started to droop.

You explained regardless, “It’s simple. I know you can’t talk, but that doesn’t mean you can’t communicate.”

A dramatic pause ensued as Pierrot blinked at your amateurish showmanship.

Leaning forward with a grin wide enough to rival your companion’s, you continued in a softer, yet still loud enough to be heard over the customers’ cacophony, voice.

“The rules are thus: I get to ask as many questions as I’d like BEFORE my break ends. All to figure out what’s going on in that head of yours. Yes or no questions only of course. If I get it wrong before time runs out, I’ll personally make you a milkshake on the house. What do you say?”

For a moment it seemed you lost him. Though you did notice a small blush form on his surprised face when you leaned closer to the reddish clown. Suddenly, your hammy efforts were rewarded as a large smile formed on his masked face, followed by an eager nod. The jingling bells of his hat were barely heard amongst the crowd that seemed to never end. Even a woman who bumped into your chair as you leaned back into your seat couldn’t damped your mood now.

This was going to be fun.

“So….what is The Pierrot thinking? What is he thinking?” You tap your spoon on the edge of the soup cup contemplatively.

Pierrot was admittedly very hard to read, you knew there was a good chance he’d get that milkshake. Not that you’d admit defeat just yet. Still, his burning gaze filled you with something inexplicable, it was almost addictive to have this sort of attention on your person. No one, not even the bored students of your former school days ever looked at you this way as you pretended to perform. And though Pierrot’s hands were once again twisting and cutting up the napkin he coveted, his focus was finally back on you. Fully.

“Are you thinking about anything from the circus?”

He shook his head.

“Ah won’t Harlequin be disappointed,” you tease, chuckling at The Pierrot’s darkened expression. “Ok ok! Sorry. How about, milkshakes?”

He shook again. You were getting desperate and began to stare at his working hands.

“Are you thinking about….paper?”

Pierrot raised a palm over his mouth in a laughing gesture while shaking his head with an amused grin.

“Ok funny guy, you asked for it,” you warned with a laugh. “Are you thinking about something in this room?”

Suddenly his eyes brightened as he nodded vigorously at your guess. You smiled. Now we were getting somewhere.

“Ok….is it about the coffee?” you got your answer swiftly. “No? Well, we ruled out milkshakes….Cakes? Our danishes? The smell of Clorox on the table?”

And once more, you were batting zeroes. With a slight sweat beading on the back of your neck, your eyes darted to the clock behind Pierrot and the crowd. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time left before you had to join your co-workers in the battlefield that is known as customer service, and sadly admit defeat.

“What about…….the people in here?” you asked with a nervous shrug.

Pierrot’s grin grew wider but he only gave a small nod as he raised one pointer finger up by his face.

“What?” you squinted. “One? Ohhh wait? You’re thinking about just one person, then?”

He nodded, this time more enthusiastically, enough so for his many bells to ring once more.

“Huh…so you’re thinking about someONE, not someTHING?” you blinked realizing.

It’s not like Pierrot knew anyone else in the room, as far as you could tell. No one from the circus seemed to be on the endless line formed at the counter. Plus, your boss had always tried to stay away from the performers, preferring to count inventory whenever they were around. So it likely wasn’t him.

It took you less time than usual, but more than most to FULLY realize.

Was it…?

“Me?”

Pierrot then gently cupped his hands together, the torn-up napkin still resting but now hidden between his palms. He nods happily, eagerly with a growing blush on his face as you finally guessed right. Your mouth parted slightly at this revelation. Heart skipping a beat for only just a moment before your anxiety quickly stilled the effect.

You’ve seen each other nearly every day.

Of course he’s thought about you.

Of course it made sense.

It didn’t mean anything else. He’s just being nice. That’s what friends do…..if we even were friends.

Or maybe, it’s a joke?

You quickly scoffed into a short laugh, giving your best Shakespearian pose. Hands both on your chest, head tilted back. You decided to go along with what you perceived as a friendly jest from The Pierrot.

He’s from the circus after all, isn’t this how they do things?

“Aww you’re thinking about me?” you gushed with flamboyance. “I’m flattered, but what could you be thinking about specifically? Hm? Oh. I think I know.”

You then stretched one arm towards the clown, the other still on your chest. Eyes now closed with a cat-like grin on your face.

“You’re thinking about how utterly gorgeous I am and how meeting me was the greatest thing to ever happen to you in your life.”

It’s a shame your eyes were closed. You would have noticed the shine in Pierrot’s. How they simultaneously shimmered and shook like dishware in an earthquake. The way his body stiffened, holding back an unfamiliar hunger. For a moment, the silent clown panicked. Wondering if you truly could read minds. How much easier and harder it would be then, wouldn’t it? His heart stilled, gripping the arteries that held it in place like stretched violin strings. His hands, clasping together, fingers tight but palms apart so as not to crush the torn paper napkin between them. Your eyes were closed, and for the first time since he’s known you, Pierrot showed his true feelings while you were awake. Only after your eyes opened, confused by his frozen, and slightly crooked smile, did his heart begin to beat once more.

Just as you were about to ask if he was ok, reassure him that you were in on the joke he clearly must have been making, claws suddenly clamped down on your tender flesh.

Pierrot gently but quickly grabbed your outstretched hand.

He jutted forward like a tiger on a mouse, yet he cradled your fingers like porcelain. One clawed appendage below, touching the back of your hand, the other on your palm. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it startled you. You gave out a small gasp at the terrifying yet soft gesture. The sheer juxtaposition of his bold actions with tenderness was overwhelming. Confusing. Dizzying.

Eventually, you met his eyes again as he slowly nodded towards you with a gaze so piercing it rivaled the sharpness of his hidden blades.

Soon, Pierrot finally let you go.

Your arm lowered a bit without his hands to keep it in the air, but you were too entranced by his actions to notice the gift he left in your palm. Gulping, you felt your face began to heat up as you had trouble looking away from his eyes. Eyes that almost seemed like a cat’s slitted stare in this light, ready to pounce, but you shook your head quickly at the impossible thought.

Then, you noticed.

In your hands was the torn-up napkin Pierrot had been playing with this whole time, or at least you thought it was. Instead of just scraps of paper one would assume he was just slicing and twisting out of boredom, was instead shaped like a rose.

A rose just for you.

Like the tinnitus you occasionally got from having dealt with screeching Karens all day, the sound of the crowded room you both sat in faded for a while. Even the call of your boss telling you that your break was over, barely made it past your ears. This whole time Pierrot continued to study at you with a smaller, more serious smile than he usually had. Golden apertures capturing your every move. It caused a shiver down your spine. One could swear they heard the clown breathe harder as your mouth parted and cheeks flushed a deeper red.

Your hand curled slightly around the napkin flower that he gave you, caging it gently.

This was your prize. You won the game.

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Author Notes: So like....I'M SORRY I'm so wordy guys. Like soooo wordy. But still, I hope you like and I hope it makes sense? Sorry though for those who may find some terms I've used difficult to understand. Sadly, english is my only language so I've used phrases/colloquialisms that are familiar to me in here. Still....had this idea in mind for days.....wrote it out in two hours....edited in three hours throughout this week. And made these sketches real quick to help. Cause I also felt bad that this fic MAINLY focuses on the MC more than our beloved Pierrot. Still, I hope you like. Haven't written a fanfic in over 15 years so like....thank you @nekoboydreams for inspiring me artistically as both a painter and a writer---- though funnily enough, I'm also a video editor and I 'might' have plans for something using video with pierrot there but i haven't even THOUGHT about that so don't hold your breath guys. Enjoyyyy either way. Got this fic again on A03 linked here.

#the freak circus #thefreakcircus #thefreakcircus vn #the freak circus vn #tfc pierrot #the freak circus fanfic

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lemon-limess · 25 days ago

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Emile's hair getting brushed aside to accidentally reveal his scar to his darling, but instead of being disturbed or suspicious, his darling just smiles or even kisses it... am I cooking?

He doesn't make such mistakes, but he might not have seen your hand once….

Let's imagine a situation where he makes a miscalculation. He will be very unhappy, but if you will be so kind, he will let you touch his face, which he usually does not like. The main thing is that you don't know the mercenary's face personally….

Bonus (❁´◡`❁) Kiss them * ←

He's going to go crazy from such a surprise.

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lemon-limess · 1 month ago

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Girls Sleepover!

Your sleepover with Solana gets a bit... freaky

cw/tw: fondling, boob sucking, humping, Sol touches herself while you sleep next to her, somnophilia(? idk), established relationship, fem! + chubby reader, sol might be ooc

a/n: man i love women, also might make a solivan version too

The Kid at the Back is an 18+ game and this post will contain 18+ content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Y’know, you have really nice boobs.”

Solana flushes at your words, hand brushing against the front of her pajama shirt.

“Y-you really think so, [Name]?” She asks, fluttering her long lashes. Quickly noticing the weird sentence you said, you scrambled to fix your phrasing.

"I-I mean like not in a weird pervy way!" You flail your hands in the air, desperately trying to convince you weren't some perverted girl ogling at her girlfriend's breasts. "I meant they sit nicely and, uh, they're a nice size?"

Sol chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck. You feel a chill go down your spine from her hot breath, her chest pressed against yours. "Aren't you funny tonight, pumpkin." She teased, pressing a quick peck to your cheek.

"So!" Sol pulls away, sitting back onto your bed, trying to look seductive for you. "What shall we do in this sleepover of yours~". Not noticing her flirtatious look, you scan your room for any ideas.

"Oh! Maybe we could play two truths and a lie?" You suggested, settling down next to your girlfriend, reaching over to clutch onto your pillow to your chest. "I think it might be fun."

Sol pretends to think about it, then nods. "I don't see why not, I would love to learn more about you, pumpkin."

The next two hours consisted of laughter and jaw dropping information. Sol didn't believe you accidentally set your farmhouse on fire, nor did you believe that Sol scrapped her entire knee running away from a crab.

"Ok, ok!" Sol laughs, wiping a tear from her eyes. "Here's one that'll fool you; my boobs are pierced, I've killed someone, and I hate spicy food."

"Oh, ha ha, very funny from that obvious lie, shall I call 911 and report you?" Rolling your eyes at her, you glance down at her chest then back to her smug face. "But I think your boobs being pierced is a lie."

Sol grins and shakes her head, hair swaying at the motion. "Nope! I'm telling the truth."

"Wait really?!"

"Yes, really." Sol then grabs the edge of her shirt, lifting it to her belly button. "D-do you want to see them, [Name]?" She muttered shyly, her pale cheeks turning into a nice pink color.

Feeling your cheeks grow hot at the question, hesitantly nodding your head, you watch Sol slowly lift up her shirt higher and higher until she settles the fabric on top of her breasts.

And there they were, glistening in the light.

Your eyes widen at the sight; they looked amazing. Sol looked amazing. Crawling closer to your girlfriend, you don't spot her staring intently at you, biting her lips as she rubbed her thighs together from your attention on her.

"Woah," You whispered, causing Sol to shiver from feeling your warm breath hit her skin. "Do they still hurt?"

"N-no, just a little sensitive." She trails off, fluttering her eyes to the side before lifting her shirt higher. "Wanna touch them?"

"Can I?" You asked, staring at your girlfriend's piercing orange eyes that held such love and fondness for you.

Without thinking, you cupped her breasts into your palms, giving them a firm squeeze. The fat spilling from your fingers. Sol bites her lip, tightening her grip of her shirt.

The warmth from your palms seeped into her skin, causing her puffy nipples to harden which caught your eyes. With your thumbs, you trace her areolas, the tip of your nail tugging her piercings gently. Sol arches her back to let out a small whimper.

I wasn't lying, you thought, eyes lidded from the lust growing and festering inside you. Sol does have nice tits, I kind of want to... lick them. Is that weird?

"You can i-if you want to, pumpkin."

Your body takes a screenshot, jumping at Sol's response to what you were thinking. You pinched at her nipples, causing her to let out a whine, with millions of thoughts running through your head. Oh my god... did I say that out loud?

Choosing not to answer, Sol decides to crawl over and plop herself on your lap. Her tits just hanging in front of you to suck and pinch whenever. You feel your cheeks heat up as you stared at her piercing orange-red eyes.

"You can do anything you want to me," Sol pants, cheeks red as her eyes clouded with unrestrained lust. She reaches for your hands and places one on her ass, the other cupping her breast. "You know that right?"

Swallowing a glob of saliva, you hooked your finger under Sol's thick collar on her neck and tugged her down to crash your lips into hers. She moans in surprise, quickly shutting her eyes as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders to bring your body closer to hers.

The kiss was raw and passionate. Sol threaded her fingers through your hair, tugging gently after feeling your tongue swipe across her lip, begging to be let inside her mouth.

Sol's pussy throbs with need, humping her quivering clit against you like a pathetic dog. But instead of tongue fucking her mouth, you decide to trail kisses down her neck, sucking hard on a certain spot that made Sol tighten her thighs around your legs.

"Fuck!" she moaned, grinding against you harder. "Please leave a mark on me pumpkin! Leave a mark!" If you listen closely enough, you can hear the wet noises coming from Sol's panties.

Kissing lower, you nipped at the side of her right boob before sucking her nipple into your mouth, swirling around the bud. Your other hand moves from her bottom to pinch and tug at her other nipple. The taste of iron invades your mouth, the piercing gently tugged at by your teeth.

Sol cries, arching her back to shove more of her boob into your mouth. " 'uck! feels so good [Name]!"

Pulling away to kiss her nipple, you switch to her other breast and do the same, tugging her piercing with your teeth, and tracing her areola with the tip of your tongue.

Moaning praises, Sol removes a hand from your hair and shoves it into her soaked panties to play with her aching clit, her humping going faster.

"I-I'm almost-" She yelps in pleasure as you began to meet her humping. "There! I'm almost there, pumpkin!"

A few more harsh sucks and bounces, Sol comes.

"Fuck! I lo- I love you [Name]!" Sol sobs, tears spilling down her pretty face. "I fucking love you so- s-so much! Ngh!~"

Panting from her high, Sol leans back and lands on the bed, her tits spilling from her shirt. Man, she looked so hot like this. All out of breath, face red and wet with tears, along with a bit of spit from her lips from the intense make out from earlier.

"I love you too, Sol." You whispered, crawling into her arms and resting your face in between her boobs. Your girlfriend smiles and wraps her arms and legs around you, rubbing her cheek against the crown of your head.

-‘๑’-

The sound of fabric rustling echoed into the late night.

Sol tossed and turned in your shared bed, flopping on her left side before flopping onto her other. Eventually, she settles down on her back and stares at the ceiling. The ticking of the clock hanging on your wall fills in the silence.

Sol turns her head to stare at your sleeping form, her heart and ears ringing. You look so beautiful, trusting Sol to sleep next to you. Well, yeah, she was your girlfriend, but you could've made her sleep on the floor or even on the couch, but no.

The trust you have in her, to sleep next to you, to BE with you. Without looking, Sol trails her hands down her chest, to her naval and down into her panties, shimming them down to her thighs.

Sol lifts the hood with two fingers to reveal her puffy clit and like a horn dog, she goes to town. Fingers tracing her folds before inserting them inside herself. She bites down a moan that threaten to escape her lips, eyes still trained on your resting figure.

She wonders what you'll do if you woke up to her pleasuring herself next to you while you slept. Will you help her? Or will you watch? Sol goes to cup her breast under her shirt, rolling her pierced nipple between her fingers.

"Fuck..." She breathed, shoving her fingers inside her pussy faster. Will you lay your hand on top of hers and guide her? Sol spreads her legs wider, thumb rubbing her clit in harsh circular motions. Or maybe instead of helping her, you'll pleasure yourself in front of her.

God that'll be so hot, Sol thoughts, eyes rolling to the back of her skull, mouth agape as whimpers and quiet moans left her lips.

"-me... fuck me, pumpkin!" She cries, arching her back as she came, jerking her hips to meet her fingers thrusting. Sol basks in her glory, hairline sweaty, cheeks flushed, and shorts pulled down to her thighs, which were glistening in her juices.

With a sigh, Sol reaches for her bag that was tossed aside and grabs a random tissue to wipe her hands, being far too lazy and comfortable to get up and wash her hands. Feeling somewhat clean, she wraps her arms around your waist and curls herself into your back, peppering kisses at your exposed skin.

"I love you, [Name]." Sol whispered before letting sleep take over.

My tip jar! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) lowkey kinda proud of this, usually my smut is kinda ass but i feel like this is decent enough unedited bc fuck that

#the kid at the back vn #tkatb vn #fem solivan brugmansia #the kid at the back #visual novels #solana brugmansia x reader #female solivan brugmansia

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