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: ̗̀➛ Original Characters
↳ my ocs that I write about, my favs rn are; yandere femboy and yandere performer (Finn)
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↳ any fanfics from visual novels that I've written
ᯓ Lemon Talks
↳ whenever I am just responding to asks or just talking to myself lol
omg y’all it’s gonna be awhile before i post another fic cuz i received an early birthday gift, a nintendo switch lite, and ended up buying a game called Story of Seasons: Grand Bazaar, i kid you not, i’m trying my hardest to pick up a character named Lloyd.
he’s so fine 😻😻
right now i’m REALLY into the game and maybe i might buy tomodachi life later
This is a bit random but would you be open to write about story of season: grand bazaar? Theres not much fan content anywhere else so I was wondering heh..
of course!! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
since i've been playing the game nonstop since i bought it, i've been thinking about writing fanfiction, of course, i did try finding anything fanfiction related towards this game... NOTHING (╥﹏╥)
worry not, dear anon, once i am confident to write each character as close to canon as possible, i'll start writing short fics for them!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
bro this year fucking sucks dawg 😭 one of my cats managed to escape the house while my dad was leaving for work and she’s been missing since may 1st… sigh bella come home
Synopsis: You’re a doctor with a unique patient that’s full of personality and bruises. He shows up twice a week, bleeding from somewhere new every time. Won’t stop smiling at you like you’re his favorite person in the world.
Today he tells you his heart hurts.
You make the mistake of checking.
Dear Doctor ♡
"Hello, doctor! Happy to see you again~"
The singsong voice you recognize too well calls for you the moment you enter the examination room.
You don't have to look to know who it is. Waiting for you obediently on the table. Like always.
"Can't say I feel the same," you sigh once your eyes land on him.
As expected, he's bleeding on the table, clutching one arm that looks terribly out of shape. It was purple, swollen, and most definitely hurts.
Yet even through all that, he still has a wide smile on his face, eyes crinkled, waving at you like you're old friends reuniting after a long time.
"Hey, stop waving with that purple looking arm! Wait, don't move at all actually."
You hurry to his side with the needed equipment. Gloves... Antiseptic... Sutures... The usual.
"And wipe that grin off your face! You think it's funny bleeding on my table twice a week like it's some routine?"
Your frown deepens as his smile does the opposite. Eyes crinkling adorably, looking way too innocent for the blood dripping down his forehead.
"I'm sorry, Miss doctor. But some jobs require a few injuries on the daily. Don't scold me too harshly now."
He whines. But the smile on his face betrays any act he had going on.
This guy isn't the slightest bit sorry.
You sigh for the third time today—all because of one person—and start working on the bleeding man more seriously.
If someone had told you becoming a doctor would earn you a clingy and dangerous patient, you would've called them crazy.
But here he was. Although much different compared to the first time you'd met.
*****
Five months ago.
The first time he showed up, you almost didn't let him in.
Blood dripping down his knuckles. He had one arm sliced open, shirt soaked with blood. Should’ve gone to the ER Split lip.
He slumped into the waiting room chair like he owned the place, not even looking at you.
The first thing he said to you?
"Fix it." Didn't ask. Didn't explain.
Yep. That's how your first meeting went. A bleeding man ordering you around like he was the boss.
You were new here. Fresh out of residency, eager to prove yourself.
And the bleeding was bad. So you sighed, snapped on your gloves, and got to work.
He didn't thank you. Didn't even look at you the whole time. Just stared at the wall like he wanted to punch through it.
You figured you'd never see him again.
*****
Second visit.
New injuries. Same attitude.
"Back again?" you asked, already pulling out the antiseptic.
He grunted.
You worked in silence. He flinched once when you hit a deep cut on his ribs, but didn't make a sound otherwise.
"Someone's doing a number on you," you said quietly.
He didn't answer.
*****
Third visit.
Something shifted.
He walked in and his eyes found you immediately. Held for a second longer than before. Like he was checking that you were still there.
"You again," he said. Almost like a greeting.
"Me again," you echoed, already reaching for your kit. "You really need to stop getting into fights."
He didn't answer, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
You counted that as a win.
*****
Fourth visit.
He spoke first.
"Long day?"
You blinked. "Yeah. Long week, actually."
He nodded. Didn't say anything else.
But when you leaned in to clean a cut on his jaw, he didn't pull away like he used to.
He just... watched you.
"You're staring," you muttered.
"Am I?"
"Stop it."
"Make me."
You pressed the antiseptic harder than necessary.
He didn't flinch, just grinned.
Jerk.
*****
Fifth. Sixth. Seventh...
He started coming every week. Sometimes twice.
You told yourself it was just bad luck. Some people are accident-prone. It's not your job to ask questions.
But you noticed things.
The way he relaxed when you touched him. The way his breathing slowed when you leaned close. The way his eyes followed your hands like he was memorizing the movement.
He started talking more. Little things. Compliments buried under sarcasm.
"Your bedside manner's getting softer, doc."
"You look tired. Someone not sleeping?"
"Those are new glasses. Cute."
You rolled your eyes every time, but you didn't tell him to stop. You knew he wouldn’t anyways.
*****
Two months in.
The injuries started getting stranger, you realized.
Not the kind you get from random fights. They were too precise. Too controlled.
A cut here… A bruise there... Nothing life-threatening or deep enough to leave any permanent damage.
But enough to bleed.
Enough to need you.
*****
Three months in.
A small scene you didn't think much of at the time.
You were at the nurse's station, charting. One of the younger nurses—Lisa, friendly, always smiling—leaned over your shoulder.
"Hey, doc. That guy who's always in here. The one with the sliced arm?"
You smirked at the nickname, it stuck with the staff after his first visit here.
"What about him?" You glanced up.
Lisa lowered her voice. "He gives me the creeps."
That made you laugh. "He gives everyone the creeps."
"No, I mean..." She hesitated. "He asked about you last week. When you weren't here."
Your pen stopped moving.
"What did he ask?"
"Just... what time you get in. If you work weekends. If anyone walks you to your car." Lisa shivered. "He was smiling the whole time. Like it was a normal conversation."
You didn't know what to say. So you said nothing.
Lisa shrugged it off. "Anyway. Just thought you should know."
She walked away.
You stared at the chart in your hands for a long time.
*****
The next time he came in.
You watched him differently.
The way his eyes followed you across the room. The way he knew where the antiseptic was before you reached for it. The way he'd already rolled up his sleeve before you asked.
"Something wrong, doc?" he asked, catching your stare.
"No."
"You're looking at me funny."
"I always look at you funny. You're always bleeding on my table."
He laughed. That low, warm sound that used to mean nothing and now meant something.
"You're deflecting."
"I'm working."
He let it go, his smile didn't fade.
And when you leaned in to clean a cut near his collarbone, he whispered:
"I like it when you worry about me."
Your hands paused.
"I'm a doctor. I worry about all my patients."
"No, you don't."
He said it so simply. So sure.
You didn't argue.
*****
Present.
You've finally finished cleaning him up. Stitched the deep tissue and bandaged him as well as you could.
You step back a bit to survey your work. Then let out a long sigh.
It hasn't even been a week, yet he’s already back so bloody.
"Alright. I think we're all done... unless there are some other injuries I missed."
He doesn't answer right away.
He's looking at you. Softly. Like you're the only light in a dark room.
His hand drifts up to the left side of his chest. Right over his heart.
"Doctor..." He feigns pain, voice dipping low. Less playful now. "I think I'm hurt here."
You frown. "Where? Let me see."
He points. You lean forward, squinting at his chest. Trying to find a wound you must have missed.
"There's nothing—"
"Every time you look at me," he says, "my chest gets tight."
Your hands freeze.
"Every time you touch me, my heart forgets how to beat right."
He's not looking at your hands anymore. He's looking at your eyes.
"You're the only doctor who can fix this."
You swallow. "That's not... that's not a real injury."
"No?"
"No."
He smiles slowly, sweetly. Dangerous.
"Then why does it hurt so much when you're not around?"
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out.
“Ugh, wait, it’s starting to hurt more!” He suddenly doubles down, hand hovering over his chest again, and face contorting dramatically in pain.
You believe him for a moment—that was your biggest mistake—and go lean closer to his chest, trying to find an invisible injury.
“What? Where exactly I can’t see anything—“
And that's when he moves.
He leans over your head, and you feel something soft land on the middle of your eyebrows.
A quick peck, right on your forehead. Over before you can process it.
You jerk back so fast you nearly fall off your stool. Your hand flies to your forehead like you've been burned.
Your mouth opens, closes, opens again—trying to articulate a sentence. Nothing comes out except a strangled sputter.
He's already off the table, grinning like he just won a prize.
"Thank you for your hard work, doctor~"
You find your voice. "You—you can't just—"
He's backing toward the door. Still smiling. Still watching you with those lovesick eyes.
"Now don't go flirting with any nurses while I'm gone!"
He pauses at the door. Tilts his head.
His smile doesn't change. But his eyes do.
"I don't wanna come back more bloody next time~"
The door swings shut behind him.
You're left standing there. Hand on your forehead. Heart pounding.
He never said he was joking.
Your eyes drift to the empty doorway.
And for some reason, you think of Lisa.
The way she shivered when she talked about him.
The way she doesn't lean over your shoulder anymore.
The way she transferred to the morning shift last week without ever saying goodbye.
omg y’all it’s gonna be awhile before i post another fic cuz i received an early birthday gift, a nintendo switch lite, and ended up buying a game called Story of Seasons: Grand Bazaar, i kid you not, i’m trying my hardest to pick up a character named Lloyd.
he’s so fine 😻😻
right now i’m REALLY into the game and maybe i might buy tomodachi life later
omg y’all it’s gonna be awhile before i post another fic cuz i received an early birthday gift, a nintendo switch lite, and ended up buying a game called Story of Seasons: Grand Bazaar, i kid you not, i’m trying my hardest to pick up a character named Lloyd.
he’s so fine 😻😻
right now i’m REALLY into the game and maybe i might buy tomodachi life later
solivan and an openly affectionate reader... pt. 1
request: if you're taking requests, can i ask for reader with ren from 14dwy or sol from tkatb with a reader who' very open about liking them and can't ever say no to them?
(tl;dr, reader is an undere and deredere)
fluff & slight angst / sfw ! / mdni / x GN!reader / 2.3k words
a/n: i will also be doing ren sometime later bc i love both my boys <3 i also like diving deeper into the different types of yanderes they are ! this fic was lowk experimental with his character honestly, but i adore writing for sol and i def need to do it more frequently
sol had never been the type to demand a room’s attention, yet, he never failed to put his foot down to whoever he felt was dangerous. even now, months after you first met him, you still remembered that constant silence that seemed to relvole around him, a mysterious silence that he'd never let go.
it a gravity that drew you in before you even realized you were falling.
he didn’t notice you, not at first. unless, he did and simply chose not to show it.
you'd catch him glancing at you sometimes, pencil balanced with a tremble between his fingers. his eyes were always slightly hidden behind his dark bangs. he'd look away the moment your gaze met his, pretending to scribble something in the margins of his notes.
you’d always been the one to speak first. approach first, question first. it had always been you.
you liked the way he listened. the way he absorbed your words instead of filling the air with them. there was such an odd comfort in his stillness, a gentleness you didn’t often find in this city.
yet, the truth was, solivan brugmansia was lonely. not the kind of lonely that comes with solitude, but the kind that painfully roots itself deep in your chest. a quiet, suffocating feeling that bursts during every waking minute. he became numb to the realization, yet even when it did hit, it subsided the blow. it didn't hurt much anymore, because he met you.
you gave him light. simple, thoughtless, basic attention. you sat beside him, even when he got awkward and attempted to deny you. you asked about his favorite books, genuinely interested in what he had to say. you beamed when he'd lent you a few worn copies of some of his favorite novels, and laughed at his dry comments about how the characters within the bunch reminded him of people who loved to pretend to be interesting. you found yourself slightly stunned at his mention of meeting hundreds of people like that.
you didn’t think much of it when he remembered every little thing you said. your usual coffee order, specific to the one you'd purchased alongside his own when you first approached him in the library. the song you hummed while studying, sitting awfully close to his trembling body. the full government names of each of your friends individually, the reminders of questionable things they've done to you in the past, the physical reaction he'd manage whenever you mentioned your friend crowe, specifically.
the first time sol asked to walk you home, you said yes before he could even finish spitting out the words. there was something about the way he spoke that made refusal feel impossible. like it was physically difficult.
he smiled faintly when you accepted, though you could’ve sworn there was relief flickering under his calm. as though he hadn’t genuinely expected you to agree.
the day after you woke up from accidentaly falling asleep with his company over, you sent him a quick apology text before getting up to get ready for class. you felt awful, not only from just waking from your heavy sleep, but because you completely dozed off while he was in your apartment. yet, he was still kind enough to carry and tuck you into your comfortable sheets.
sol wasn’t intrusive. not at first. he was just present. not subtle in the slightest with his attentiveness, but gentle in the way he molded himself into your everyday life. he'd walk you home without question, carrying your bag without asking, insisting there's no place he'd rather be. he'd text to make sure you’d eaten, and gods forbid you ever said no quicker than him darting to your apartment with a fresh home-cooked meal made with his expert culinary skills. everything was sweet, innocent. your relationship was growing by the day, and you never missed an opportunity to spend time with sol. it was obvious he felt the same.
sometimes you were asked if his constant presense was bothersome by your friends, which you always leaped to defend solivan, repeating that he could never be a bother.
when he softly smiled and quietly spoke to you, he always looked at you as if he was analyzing the shape of your face. the various expressions you make throughout the day, the mannerisms you'd act whenever you were feeling a specific way. it's when the two found yourselves in comfortable silence that he'd whip out his familiar sketchbook and start frantically moving his pencil around the pages.
you told him once, half-joking, “i'd love to see whatever you're sketching one of these days, sunny.”
he tilted his head, expression unreadable. “eventually, ill show you when i have something worth showing.”
you smile softly, turning your head and letting out a puff of laughter. sol's gaze stayed glued to you.
your openness was a mercy to him. you were so honest and blunt with however you were feeling, you were quick to praise, quick to forgive. when he forgot his jacket at your place, you returned it the next day, neatly folded and freshly washed with a big smile on your face.
when he said he liked your handwriting, you began leaving little notes for him. reminders, inside jokes, doodles in the corners of his papers.
he kept every sliver of paper, sliver of your affection. cherished it, traced the lines with his fingertips along the marked on several of his papers.
he’d organized them in a box in his bedroom, arranged by date, edges flattened, your inked handwriting and doodles preserved under lamination.
you thought it was sweet. he thought it was eternal.
solivan changed in small ways. at least, to you. his calm deepened into something else, something heavy. when you spoke to or about others, his gaze lingered much longer than normal. his bright eyes always flickered with something unexplainable.
once, the both of you were sitting at a café, telling him about a friend’s upcoming trip abroad. you mentioned you’d miss them, that you might even visit one day. solivan’s eye twitched.
“would you?” he quietly asked, sipping at his drink.
“mmm, maybe. just for a week or two. not anytime soon though.”
he stirred his tea, the spoon scraping against the bottom of his cup.
“you'd come back.”
you nodded with a smile. “course i would. why wouldn’t i?”
he shrugs, repeatedly stirring his drink with a blank expression.
you instinctively reached for his hand. he's warm, warmer than usual.
“hey. it was just a thought." you speak lowly, caressing a thumb over the back of his hand. "i'd come back, that's even if i do go. don't stress about it.”
he stared for a moment longer, then exhaled softly. “i know you would.”
he softly curved his lips into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes so easily. just a moment ago, the two of you were laughing and cracking jokes amongst each other. between your gasps for air at his blunt humor, the two of you were still deciding on what else to order, his treat. his demeanor changed so quickly, it nearly gave you whiplash.
he would never tell you how long he had ended up laying awake that night, imagining tens of ways to make sure you never wanted to leave in the first place. that you'd never even have the thought cross your mind again. everything is right here, everything you may need for the rest of your life. you're safe here, with him and his fierce gaze watching over you. why would you even consider leaving? to get away? to get away from him?
you made him a gift once, a small, clumsy bracelet made of thread and full of random charms. you had seen one like it in a market and thought he’d find it cute. it matched his alternative aesthetic, silver and green beads surrounding his wrist. when you handed it to him, you expected a laugh, a soft thank you.
instead, sol froze.
he turned the bracelet over in his hands, thumb brushing the uneven knots, the single bead you’d misthreaded near the clasp. his eyes softened in a way you've never seen before.
“you made this?” he questioned with a raise of his brow.
you nodded, a little shy. “haha, yeah. it's not much, but i thought it'd be cute-”
“i love it. a lot.” he clasps it in his hands, holding it close to hs chest. his eyes scan your face intensely.
you blinked, heart rate picking up slightly at his words. “what?”
he continued looking at you, and something in his expression was so raw, almost broken. “no one’s even considered doing something like this for me before.”
your heart clenched mid-beat as you slowly approach him with small steps. “sol, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make it into such a big deal... but, i'm glad it means something to you.” you smile at him, carefully taking the bracelet out of his clentched hands.
rolling up his sleeve slightly, you ignore the rough, textured skin on his forearm as you place the bracelet in it's rightful place on his wrist.
"it's a piece of me given to you. i hope you wear it and think of me whenever you feel lonely." you smile, massaging his pulse with your warm hands. "i like it when you think about me when you need somebody."
suddenly, he reached forward, pulling you into a careful, trembling hug. his voice was quiet, muffled against your shoulder. “thank you.”
you give a giddy smile, touched by his sincerity, and let him hold you. you didn’t see the way his eyes closed, the way he sharply inhaled your scent. the way his grip tightened for half a second too long, like he was trying to memorize the shape of you beneath his hands.
that was the night he realized you weren’t just simply somebody he loved. you were something sacred. something that couldn’t, wouldn’t, must not be taken away.
there were days when he was almost normal. you'd go grocery shopping together, sit on the couch reading side by side, share quiet giggles. just enjoy each other's company whenever possible. he'd rest his head against your shoulder, you’d run your fingers through his hair, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.
but sometimes, in the stillness, you’d catch him watching you, his expression distant, gaze unfocused.
“what're you thinking about?” you’d question while fiddling with his striped sleeve.
he'd blink, grin, and shake his head. “just you.”
“just me? sounds pretty lame.” you laugh, letting go of his arm.
he'd hum, leaning in closer than normal. “it's never "lame." nothing about you is boring.”
"that's interesting coming from such a mysterious man." you grin, suddenly raising your hand and adjusting his earring with a smile.
"it's alright, i like that. about you"
his cheeks flushed, and you thought it was sweet. that he was so sweet. you didn’t realize it was true. true that you were all he thought about.
he'd stopped thinking about anything else a long time ago.
one evening, you arrived at your favorite cafe the both of you agreed to meet at. you walked to the familiar building holding a new book you’d found just for him. an antique collection of poetry containing some of his favorite stand-alone pieces. of course, it was in a beautiful shade of green with black lettering, fitting his signature look even more.
he was sitting in his typical seat by the window when you walked through the noisy door of the cafe, back to the light. the room smelled faintly of fresh flowers and tea.
when you handed him the poetry, he didn’t move for a moment. just sat, eyes practically staring through the pages.
"a few of your faves are in there." you say, taking a small sip of his tangy tea. "plus it's green, thought it suited you perfectly. like it was made for you." you teased.
“you really shouldn’t have,” he murmured, cheeks flushing a slight red.
“i definitely had to. i mean, how could i not get it for you?” you gently tap him with your foot from under the table, encouraging him to look up at you before he stares a hole in the brand new addition in his growing collection.
his gaze flicked to you, eyes wide and bright. “you always give so freely.”
“that's noooot a bad thing.” you joke with a laugh.
“no.” he carefully opened the book, reverently. “it's just... every time you give me something new, it feels like i want to keep it forever.”
you smiled fondly at him. “that's... kind of the point, sunny.”
he peered up at you again, and the air between you seemed to shift, heavy and delicate at once.
“you don’t understand,” he said softly. “you could give me the smallest thing, and i'd never be able to let it go, pumpkin.”
you laughed. not at him, but the way he made you nervous. nervous in such a flattered way. “should i stop giving you spontanious gifts? hmm?"
he didn’t laugh with you. he only reached out, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, his touch feather-light.
“don't say that,” he murmured. “you'll make me miss you even more.”
ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟 † 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི
sol cried that night.
you didn’t know why, not really. you'd said something so simple, something kind. maybe it's because you told him you were glad to know him, or that you’d always be around, no matter the situation. you weren’t sure.
all you knew was that one moment he was smiling, and the next he was trembling, eyes wet, breath uneven.
you reached for him, and he caught your hand, pressing it against his chest. his heartbeat was rapid, frantic.
“solivan,” you whispered, frightened by how fragile he looked.
he shook his head, a quiet laugh breaking through his constant tears. “you really don’t understand how much it means when you say things like that, do you?”
you softly raise your hand to rest on his face, wiping his big tears away. “explain it to me. i'm here for you.”
“i can’t,” he said, voice shaking. “if i did, you might start to realize how deep this goes. and then you’d run. you'd run and never return.”
you didn’t move. not a muscle. “i wouldn’t. i would never.”
he softly smiled through the tears. a beautiful, terrible smile. “you say that because you’re kind. not because you know.”
he raises a hand to grip your own atop his face. he carefully removes it from his tear-stained cheek and grips it gently.
you held him then, and he let you. his hands gripped your shirt tightly, as though he was anchoring himself to you.
neither of you spoke for a long time.
in the morning, you woke on the couch to find him watching you, sunlight catching in his hair. he looked peaceful, almost nostalgic.
when you stirred, he reached out, brushing a stray hair from your forehead.
“good morning,” he spoke, voice husky.
“morning sunny,” you spoke softly, smiling at the green streaks sticking out of his head.
he smiled back. “stay a while longer.”
you hesitated. you had things to do, places to be, people to see. but you truly couldn’t say no to him, you never could.
so of course, you stayed.
and as you drifted back to sleep, you didn’t see the way he leaned closer, whispering against your hair,
“i'll find a way to make us stay like this. forever.”
I was really happy to learn that Illumi Zoldyck was one of the references! I used to like him a lot, and now that I’ve found out Khol is inspired by him, I’m especially excited. It makes me want to try swapping their outfits and see how it looks…
In celebration for hitting 1k followers, I have decided to host an event ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) please feel free to send a request!!
requests open!
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please note that some of these characters I've listed below will have a slight chance of being written out of character, so I apologize in advance for that
all requests will have around 1000 - 2000 words each (honestly depending on the prompt) , with a max of 2 characters per request
when sending a request, make sure to indicate if you want fluff, suggestive, comfort, etc. but no angst! my heart can't take it (╥﹏╥)
as of right now, no nsfw for this event, but maybe once I am finished, then I'll open the gates for any continuations with smut, I just want this to be cute (˶>⩊<˶)
reader will be written as chubby and female
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The Kid at The Back
Solivan Brugmansia (+ his female version}
Crowe Ichabod (+ his female version)
Hyugo Sugimoto
14 Days With You
Ren (+ their female version)
Our Life Beginnings and Always
Cove Holden
The Freak Circus
Pierrot
Harlequin
Jester
Going Live!
Zilas Phantom
Error143
Micah Yujin
A Date With Death
Casper
Lurking For Love
Jacob Alden
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"i'm so so sorry oh my god i should definitely not have that... im so so sorry i-" "[name]" "if you dont want to talk to me again i get i- "[name]" "im just so-" *pulls them by their shirt and kisses them again* "oh OH-"
"can I kiss you...?"
"that was... that was sudden" "yeah um..." "wanna do it again?"
"i realize that i am clearly irresistible but... why did you choose to act on all the flirting now" "i... you look hot with that hair/your glasses on/ some other feature, what can i say?"
"should we like, talk about it?" "aboutwhatnothingweirdhappendlatelyhahaha-" "oh really? let me see if i can jog your memory"
"did you just kiss me to shut me up? "no?"
"just because you're beautiful and a good kisser does not mean i forgive you." "you think i'm beautiful?"
"one kiss before we die?" "you can get the kiss when we survive, so move!"
"permission to lean in?" "permission granted"
"sorry that was my first kiss" "i could tell" "..." "im kidding!"
"your lips are so soft"
"i really don't care, you still look hot and i'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now."
"i'm going to be late because you can't keep it in your pants"
"you're being all cute and sweet, it's making me want to kiss you"
"FINALLY WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?"
"quick, kiss me again, they're coming back-"
"what the hell just happened?"
"for someone who hates me, you're not pulling away"
James is your childhood friend. You two grew together like there was invisible glue in between. Yall never forget about each other no matter how much time passed. At least that's how your childhood best friend thought. Hoped so, even.
You were his light - right from the start. Your presence alone provided his life with meaning - something James needed badly as a child who grew up in a broken household, if you can even call it that.
Your childhood best friend doesn't like to remeber how was it like to grow up around a father who was like a live corpse with his alcohol addiction and severe depression, and a mother who never dreamed big and got pregnant at a young age; back when both of his parents thought it will just magically work out.
Playing with you after you returned from school (the same place he was afraid of going to) - made his entire day if not even a week.
But when it became obvious that it's time to separate to pursue higher education and other adult life milestones - James hoped you two will meet again. And he hoped it will be as soon as humanly possible.
So instead of going to his local college like his parents told him to, he decided to spend a year to make enough money so he could find you and get accepted to your college. There was no way in hell James would accept failure, so he went all way in just to achieve his goal.
"H-hi, [name]~ Wow, I didn't expect that w-we will meet again l-like that ha-ha~"
Little did he know, getting accepted to the same college as you - wouldn't be as hard as keeping your attention at him. After all - achieving something practical like saving up money and going to a specific college isn't as hard as forcing someone to like you.
"People are not toys..." - is what your best friend kept telling himself time and time again when he felt possessive over you. "I'm not the only person in the world. I shouldn't be so selfish and just let her choose someone she actually likes..."
18+, ooc jester, leashes, thigh humping, foot job(?), reader is self conscious, spanking, thigh riding, biting, jester is in charge :3
"you know, I don't usually do these activities to just anyone," jester tuts, tugging on the purple leather leash that was attached to the thick collar snugged tightly around your neck. your hands bound behind your back. you jerk forward, pain blooming in your knees from your weight on them. "especially to humans."
he tugs the leash harder.
you let out a whimper, quickly catching yourself from falling onto jester's crossed legs.
"but, i must admit..." he chuckles, uncrossing his legs, the tip of his heel presses against your crotch, which was covered in cute, purple, lacy panties (picked by yours truly). "i do enjoy treating you like a pet."
"now lay on your back and spread your legs like a good little human~" and without hesitation, you turn to lay on your bare back, eyes locked onto jester's glowing eyes, cheeks and neck hot as he watched you spread your legs open, a visible wet spot now on display for him.
you couldn't hide your arousal from him. you could never hide anything from jester.
the man snorts, his purple locks falling from his shoulders.
"turned on already?" he mocks, placing the top of his heel back onto your weeping pussy, the tip of said high heel rubbing against your clit. you jerk at the sudden pressure. "we barely started, don't tell me you're gonna be like this the entire time?"
he fakes coos, rocking his heel back and forth slowly, watching you let out a whine from the pleasure. "you humans truly can't do anything."
a quick smack is delivered onto your thigh, causing you to let out a yelp from the pain. "worry not dear, i know you humans tend to adapt quickly to any challenge."
jester's foot stills.
"for this challenge, you are not allowed to cum. if you do, i will bestow a fitting punishment for you." the air goes cold. anyone in your position would've been trembling with fear, afraid of what punishment jester had planned if they didn't succeed in this challenge. but for you, oh no you were shaking in fear.
you were shaking in barely contained exitement.
the pace of jester's foot begins to pick up. your back arches, mouth open as you let out pathetic moans and whines. jester relishes at your weak attempt to hide how much you like this.
the wet spot in your panties gets bigger and bigger the longer he teased you, the wet sticky sound being the second loudest thing in jester's tent.
"j-jester- ah!"
"who said you could talk?" with a grunt, jester swiftly tugs onto your collar, pulling you onto your feet and straddling his knee, your chest almost touching his. "i don't recall giving you permission to speak."
"i a-apologize, hah, but may i- ngh~ may i ask you something?" you croaked out, grinding down on jester's knee slightly.
jester hums, allowing you to speak your mind. "and what is my little pet curious about, hm?"
"am..." you pause, halting your movements on jester's knee. "am i... heavy for you?"
"excuse me?"
"i-i mean, aren't i hurting your knee from my weight? i know i'm not exactly the lightest person around but-" you shift around, trying to let jester's knee bare all your weight.
jester goes still, face devoid of any hint of emotion except that sharp toothy, grin of his. his grip on your leash loose as he stares at you. he doesn't make a peep.
did i... piss him off? you thought, your nerves getting the best of you as you debated on switching to a better position. maybe i should say something.
"do you humans always enjoy finding the worse in everything?" jester growls, yanking the leash behind you, forcing your back into an arch, your breasts bouncing from the force. "do you enjoy questioning my judgement?"
he jerks his leg upward, hitting your clit perfectly. "questioning my choices?"
"you humans are so," you nearly scream when jester moves his other hand that wasn't occupied, to your harden nipple, twisting the poor nub. jester clicks his tongue, the leash choking you slightly.
"so, difficult to please." he laughs, running his teeth along your throat, your pleasure seeping into jester's pants. "maybe this'll change your mind, pet."
and he takes a bite from your shoulder. you scream from the mix of pain and pleasure, blood dripping down your shoulder, shuddering as you came hard.
jester removes his teeth from your wound, licking his lips a few times while you rest your shaking body against his chest. "aw, my poor guest, did that feel good?" he coos, his sharp nails running up and down along your spine.
"mhm..." you breathed out, ready to succumb to sweet sleep before your cheeks are grabbed by sharp claws hidden inside silk gloves.
"oh my little human, going to sleep already?" jester coos, a sickening grin spreading across his face, his purple eyes glowing in the dark lit room. "you seem to forget what challenge i gave you earlier."
your breath is caught in your throat, blinking dumbly a few times as you stared into his eyes. oh shit, you forgot...
"the nights still young and i still have many challenges planned out for you but for now, we'll start your punishment a bit earlier than planned~"
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