People online: You know Splat hair dye is just fabric dye, right??
Me, who used splat for over five year and has studied textiled extensively: *deep breath*
Me, who in that breath convinced myself to save this for three days from now when I'm post-surgery and won't have anything better to do: I'll see y'all in a week.
Okay so the "splat is fabric dye" comment originates from Cassie Taylor on facebook, claiming that the ingredients are exactly the same. This post was made Jan 20, 2020. I have no doubt that Cassie Taylor is an experienced hair color professional.
I don't think she's ever actually seen fabric dye.
Because I've never seen fabric dye behave like Splat hair color.
Most importantly, right now I actually have some products to check out the ingredients on. I have Rit all purpose dye, iDye poly, Jacquard acid dye, Iro Iro hair dye, Manic Panic hair dye, Splat hair dye, some weird hair shit from the clearance aisle at Sally beauty, and probably some extra.
The write-up on this is going to be done after the surgery, but right now everything hurts and I"m not allowed the 1800mg of ibuprofin that I've been living on, so I'm going to provide everyone with the critical piece of analysis that I can assure you I will back up later:
Hair dye is not like fabric dye, because it's generally considered unethical and possibly dangerous to submerge a live human in boiling water.
Surgery went great, but I had a really hard time waking up from anesthesia, which meant that I couldn't properly communicate to my care team the importance of trying to write that post while still halfway sedated. Attempting to look out for my medical health, and also not having the context that a 20dollarlolita rant written while in David After Dentist mode was peak blog content, they did not give me my phone to allow me to explain that this myth is incredibly stupid.
I will still wrote this post, however, it will absolutely be more coherent than my original hopes
Okay, so my surgery went fine, but I can't walk to go get my visual aids, so this is going to be an exercise in visualizing things.
As far as I can tell, the original post that popularized the "splat is fabric dye" thing is this one from 2020. This post was written by a hair care professional, who I have reason to believe has never actually dyed fabric.
The specific quote: "Splat is sold at Walmart, Target, Walgreens etc as a “safe at home TEMPORARY” hair coloring system. What people fail to understand is that splat is not hair color, dye, or temporary at all. Splat is actually fabric dye, down to the EXACT ingredients."
So that's a very specific comment to make. We can get into that in a second.
But I do want to address the way that Splat works, for starters: A Splat hair color kit (the classic kits, not the Jet Black or Lightning Bleach or the ones for brunette hair) comes with three things in it. It has a vol30 developer in a little bottle, another bottle of semi-perm hair color, and a packet of hair bleach. Doing Splat is a two-part process.
First, you mix the developer and bleach, and apply it onto all the hair you want bright colors on. This removes the pigment from your hair, giving you a pale colored base to apply color onto. This process of lightening your hair is non-reversible. It will never wash out. It can also damage your hair
The second part of a Splat kit is a semi-perm dye. Now, when we're talking about hair color, the terms "semi-permanent", "demi-permanent," and "permanent," dyes don't actually indicate how long the dye will stay in your hair. Instead, they refer to the process by which they get the color into your hair. Permanent color uses that same developer you use to bleach your hair, but adds color as well. Generally, permanent dyes are, on their own, capable of the most radical hair color change. Demi-perm uses a gentle developer, which means that it does less damage to the hair, but is also less capable of color change. Semi-permanent dye has no developer in it. It's heavily pigmented, and sits on your hair until some of the pigment goes into your hair. On its own, semi-perm color won't actually change your hair too much, and will never make it lighter. You start your Splat process out with lightening it with bleach specifically because the semi-perm colors won't ever be able to lighten your hair enough to show.
When a box of dye says "lasts 30 washings," what they are saying is that, for 30 washings after you apply this onto your hair, you can expect it to be an acceptable color. After those 30 days, it will still be there, but it'll possibly be a color that you don't want. This is how all semi-perm dyes work, but Splat is sold at mass market retailers and therefore their audience is often people who don't already know this.
Here's an old picture from when I did Splat. This color was 5 weeks old at the time I took this picture.
But sometimes in the same 5-8 weeks, it'd be this pale before I dyed it again. (Water quality matters a lot. Top picture was in Oregon and bottom pictures are in San Diego).
And here's the color after bleaching out my roots for a new application of dye. That pale yellow color is what you get when you bleach Splat out of your hair.
The short version is 1) Splat semi-perm is NOT meant to wash out of your hair, and 2) if you've removed your natural color from your hair with bleach, there's no way in hell that it'll wash back in. Science doesn't work like that.
Now, the "Splat says they're temporary!" comment is actually referencing the comments about the Splat 10-day temporary dye. They're very specific on their original kits that it's "very long lasting."
Cassie Taylor's horror story goes on to say that a customer went to attempt to remove the Splat with a color remover kit:
the mother went down to Sally’s and after consulting with one of the employees there, she decided to purchase an at home color remover since the employee told the mother it was completely safe and wouldn’t hurt the daughters hair. Mom goes home, puts it on the daughter for 10 minutes, daughter starts screaming as her scalp is now severely chemically burned and her hair was damn near melted.
So here's another thing about semi-perm hair color. Color remover will remove permanent color, but not semi-permanent color. The short version of why is that you put permanent color into the hair by opening hair cuticle with developer, so when you go in with more developer and open the hair cuticle again, you can get that color out. Semi-perm dye doesn't have anything that makes it go IN the hair cuticle. The only Splat (or any other semi-perm dye) that goes into the hair goes in because you put it on right after bleach.
The only really good way I've found to remove semi-perm hair is to use a bleach bath or a Punky Colour Off kit. This will actually just bleach the color away, the same way you got rid of the pigment in your natural hair. You won't end up with your natural hair color, and it might be lighter than you started with, but you'll be in a place where you can then apply another color withut the previous one blending in. Sometimes I switch between hot pink and pastel pink, and I use these Colour Off kits when I do.
Summary: Splat semi-perm dye acts like pretty much every semi-perm dye out there. Before you put it in your hair, do some research on your own. It's not going to be gone in 30 days and your hair will never be its original color again unless you dye it back or wait for it to grow out.
If you want bright hair and don't want to use Splat, I've had very good results with Iro Iro, Sally Beauty's Ion Brights Semi-perm, and Manic Panic. All of these are a little bit less liquid than Splat, and I find them much easier to apply. Just remember that in a Splat kit, you get the bleach, and you'll be on your own for buying that if you get some other semi-perm dye.
Also, for what it's worth, there's very little benefit to having semi-perm hair color last longer than about 60 days. Every eight weeks or so, most people with all-over color will have to get their roots topped up. If you're already in the salon/home bathroom every two months to do your roots, why would you pay more money for hair dye that can last 600 washings?
SO, now that we have that backstory, let's take a look at fabric dye:
For longer than we've had fabric, we've been looking for ways to color them. Generally, when you want to apply permanent color onto a fabric, you use extreme heat to bond the pigment into the fibers of the textile. As previously mentioned, it's really difficult to safely submerge a human's head in boiling chemicals for 30 minutes.
See, that's the thing about dyeing hair that you don't need to worrry about when dyeing non-human things: the process of dyeing hair has an inherent goal of not killing the human whose hair you're dyeing.
So, let's take a little look at the "down to the EXACT ingredients" claim. Literally anyone who can see a bottle of Splat and a jar of acid dye, both of which ARE for dyeing hair in their own way, and go, 'Oh yes. The exact same ingredients. These are the same thing." One is a creamy consistency and one is a powder. One is applied by putting it onto porous hair and then letting it sit in room temperature, and one is applied by activating it with acid and applying it to the hair fibers by submerging them in the boiling dye. If you put acid dye powder on your hair, or if you put Splat on a wool sweater, you'll see the difference.
So then what does "exact ingredients" mean here? Does Cassie actually mean "some of the ingredients"? I mean, bottled fabric dye and Splat both have...water. This just in, my fridge has a dispenser that gives you refreshing, crisp fabric dye in it. Are we talking about the pigment? That's entirely possible, but I'm pretty confident that pigments used in Splat are also used in other hair products. While there's a lot of pigments out there, the number of pigments that are skin safe is actually a lot less than you'd think. There's a big reason why you wear PPE when you dye stuff. I personally thing "down to the EXACT ingredients" was a statement with not only no scientific backing, but also made by someone who's never dyed fabric.
Splat isn't bad; it's just a first exploration that a lot of people getting into bright hair color find. If you know what you're getting and what you're doing, it's totally fine. Not my favorite, but totally fine. Once it's on there, assume it's staying on until you re-dye your hair.
Fabric dye is fabric dye, and you can't put it on people. You can use wool dye to dye human hair wigs and idye poly to dye synthetic wigs, though. It's ethical to boil wigs.
Hello there! Your writing always makes me smile and I wanted to request something, If I could <3
I saw this comment in a youtube shorts and was excited to see how this could happen for each of the batboys!! At first I thought of Dick or Tim, but this could be so real for all of them lol
Lots of love!
The Day Before: Batfamily Proposal Accident
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Dick Grayson
Dick had been planning this for months. He had the ring custom-made, elegant, subtle, with a tiny blue sapphire alongside the diamond because you'd once mentioned loving the color of the Blüdhaven sky right before sunrise. He'd coordinated with all his siblings, gotten Bruce's blessing (and a rare smile), and even arranged for the proposal to happen at Haly's Circus during their Gotham tour stop.
Everything was perfect.
So naturally, the day before his planned proposal, you cornered him in the kitchen of your shared apartment.
"Dick, we need to talk," you said, and his heart immediately dropped into his stomach because those were never good words.
"Okay..." He set down his coffee mug carefully, running through every possible scenario. Had he forgotten an anniversary? Said something wrong on patrol? Was this about him leaving the toilet seat up again?
You took a deep breath, reached into your pocket, and pulled out a small velvet box.
Dick's brain short-circuited.
"I know this isn't traditional, and maybe you wanted to be the one to do this, but I love you, and I don't want to wait anymore, and..." you were rambling now, nervous, "...Richard John Grayson, will you marry me?"
He stared at you. Then at the box. Then back at you.
"No," he said.
Your face fell completely, devastation written across every feature, and he immediately realized his mistake.
"NO! No, wait..." He frantically reached into his own pocket, pulling out the ring box he'd been carrying around for weeks, too paranoid to leave it anywhere. "I meant no as in...you can't propose today because I'm proposing tomorrow and I've had this planned for three months and..."
You started laughing, that slightly hysterical laugh that meant you were either going to kiss him or kill him.
"Are you serious right now?"
"I have a whole thing planned! There's going to be a trapeze act and everything!" He opened his box, showing you the ring. "I was going to do it under the circus lights where we first met and... wait, is that a yes? To my proposal that I haven't actually done yet?"
"You said 'no' to my proposal!"
"Because I wanted to do mine first!"
You both stood there in the kitchen, each holding a ring box, staring at each other in complete disbelief.
"This is ridiculous," you finally said.
"Completely ridiculous," Dick agreed, that brilliant smile breaking across his face. "So... do you want to just propose to each other right now?"
"Your entire family is going to be so disappointed they missed this disaster."
"Oh, I'm still doing the trapeze proposal tomorrow. But maybe..." He took the ring from your box, getting down on one knee right there on the kitchen tile, "...we could do a practice run?"
You laughed, tears in your eyes, and pulled him up to kiss him instead. "Yes, you idiot. Yes to both proposals. All the proposals."
"Just so we're clear," Dick murmured against your lips, "I'm still doing the big romantic one tomorrow."
"I'm still putting my ring on your finger right now."
"Deal."
(The next day, when Dick proposed under the circus lights with his entire family watching, you waited until he finished his whole speech before pulling out your own ring and saying, "My turn."
Jason complained that he lost the betting pool because "of course you two nerds would do a double proposal.")
Jason Todd
Jason was not a planner. He didn't do big romantic gestures. He didn't do elaborate schemes. So when he decided he wanted to marry you, he figured he'd just... ask. Simple. Direct. That was more his style anyway.
He'd bought the ring on impulse three weeks ago, saw it in a pawn shop window in Crime Alley, got hit with the sudden crystal-clear thought of that's the one, and bought it before he could overthink it.
Since then, it had been burning a hole in his jacket pocket. He'd almost asked you seventeen different times: over burgers at your favorite dive, after patrol when you were patching up a cut on his shoulder, during a movie night when you fell asleep on his chest.
But something always stopped him. Not fear, exactly. More like... wanting the moment to be right.
Tonight felt right. You were on his couch, reading, legs draped over his lap, and he was pretending to clean his guns while actually just watching you. The safehouse was quiet. Gotham was, miraculously, having a slow night. It was perfect.
Jason put down the gun, reached for his jacket.
"Hey, so..." he started.
"I need to ask you something," you said at the exact same time, looking up from your book with an odd expression.
"You first," Jason said, settling back. The ring box felt heavy in his hand, still in his pocket.
You dog-eared your page (Jason mentally noted to buy you a bookmark for the thousandth time) and shifted to face him fully. You looked nervous, which was weird because you never got nervous. You'd stared down Killer Croc without flinching.
"Okay, so. I'm just going to say this because if I don't say it now, I'm going to lose my nerve." You took a breath. "Jason, I want to marry you. I know that's probably not... I mean, we've never really talked about it, and maybe you don't want that, but I love you and I love this life with you and..."
"No," Jason interrupted.
You stopped mid-ramble, and he watched your expression shutter, walls going up.
"No," he repeated, "you don't get to propose today."
"...what?"
He pulled out the ring box, opened it. "Because I'm doing this tomorrow. I had a whole thing planned. Well, not planned planned, but I was gonna take you to that place in Crime Alley, where we first met. Where you told that mugger to fuck off and then bought me coffee."
You stared at the ring, then at him, then started laughing... that surprised, delighted laugh he loved.
"You were going to propose tomorrow?"
"Yeah, except now you've ruined the surprise, so... " He pulled you into his lap properly, keeping the ring box between you. "... we're doing this now instead. And just so we're clear, I'm still saying no to your proposal because you don't have a ring and that's just poor planning."
"Poor planning?" You were grinning now, eyes bright. "Says the guy who's been carrying that ring around for three weeks too scared to ask."
"I wasn't scared..." He cut himself off at your knowing look. "Okay, maybe a little. But in my defense, you're terrifying."
"Jason Todd," you said softly, framing his face with your hands, "are you proposing to me right now?"
"Yeah," he said, suddenly serious. "Yeah, I am. I know I'm not easy, and this life isn't easy, and I can't promise you normal or safe or any of that bullshit. But I can promise you this... all of this, all of me, for as long as you'll have it."
"Yes," you whispered.
"You didn't let me finish..."
"Yes," you repeated, kissing him. "Yes to tomorrow's proposal, yes to today's proposal, yes to all of it."
Jason slipped the ring onto your finger, and it fit perfectly. Of course it did.
"So," he murmured against your lips, "about your proposal. You got a ring for me, or...?"
You pulled back just enough to smirk at him. "Actually, yes. It's in my jacket. I was planning to ask you tomorrow night."
Jason threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the safehouse walls. "We're a mess."
"Yeah," you agreed, reaching for your own jacket. "But we're engaged messes now."
(You both wore your rings on chains under your suits. When Bruce eventually noticed and asked when Jason was planning to mention his engagement, Jason just shrugged and said, "When it comes up naturally."
"It's been four months, Jason."
"And it just came up. Naturally.")
Tim Drake
Tim had a spreadsheet.
Actually, Tim had seventeen spreadsheets, a probability matrix, three backup plans, and a fully researched presentation on optimal proposal strategies based on your known preferences, past reactions to romantic gestures, and statistical data on successful proposals.
He'd been planning this for six months.
The ring was hidden in a false bottom in his desk drawer at Wayne Enterprises... the one place you'd never look because you respected his workspace. The reservation at the restaurant where you'd had your first date was booked for tomorrow night. He'd arranged for the string quartet. He'd even hacked the restaurant's system to ensure you'd get the exact table where you'd first sat three years ago.
Everything was accounted for. Every variable considered.
Tim Drake did not leave things to chance.
So of course, the universe decided to laugh at him.
You showed up at his office at Wayne Enterprises at 11 PM, which wasn't unusual... You often brought him dinner when he was working late. What was unusual was the look on your face: determined and nervous and excited all at once.
"Hey," you said, setting down the takeout bag. "Can we talk?"
Tim's fingers froze over his keyboard. Those words. He'd run approximately thirty-seven scenarios about what to do if you wanted to have a "talk" before the proposal, and none of them were good.
Had you figured it out? Did you find the ring? Was this about him spending too much time on cases? Not enough time at home? Had he missed something important?
"Of course," he said, voice calmer than he felt. "What's up?"
You sat on the edge of his desk, picked up his hand, and looked at him with those eyes that had made him fall in love with you in the first place.
"I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to just... let me finish before you answer, okay?"
"Okay," Tim agreed, mind racing through possibilities.
You took a breath. "Tim Drake, I love you. I love your brilliant, ridiculous brain. I love how you drink too much coffee and forget to sleep. I love how you care so deeply about everything and everyone. I love the life we've built together. And I know we've talked about the future in abstract terms, but I don't want abstract anymore. I want concrete. I want forever. So..." you pulled out a small box, "...will you marry me?"
Tim's brain... his genius, superhuman brain, completely blue-screened.
"No," he said automatically.
Your face fell so fast it was like watching someone pull a foundation out from under a building.
"Wait... NO. Not no, I just... " Tim was already yanking open his desk drawer, false bottom and all, pulling out his ring box. "You can't propose today because I'm proposing tomorrow! I have dinner reservations! There's going to be a string quartet! I have seventeen spreadsheets!"
You stared at him. "You have... seventeen spreadsheets?"
"For the proposal planning! And you just... You can't just propose at 11 PM in my office when I have seventeen spreadsheets!"
A smile started tugging at your lips. "You said no because of spreadsheets?"
"I said no because I wanted to propose first!" Tim ran his hand through his hair, completely flustered in a way that only you could make him. "I've been planning this for six months. Six months! I have backup plans for the backup plans!"
"Of course you do," you said fondly. Then you looked at the ring in his hand, and back at your own ring box. "So... we're both proposing?"
"Apparently." Tim looked at the two rings, at you, and felt a laugh bubble up. "This is not in any of my spreadsheets."
"Maybe that's okay," you suggested. "Maybe some things don't need seventeen spreadsheets."
"Absolutely not. I'm adding this to the data." But he was smiling now, that soft smile he only ever gave you. "Can we... can we just do both? Right now?"
"I think we kind of already did."
Tim stood, properly took your hand, and got down on one knee right there in his Wayne Enterprises office. "Let me do this right. I had a whole speech planned, but the basic version is: you make me better. You make everything better. You see me... not Red Robin, not the CEO, not Bruce's son... just me. And I want to spend the rest of my life being seen by you. Will you marry me?"
"Yes," you said, laughing and crying at the same time. "But I'm still proposing too."
"Competitive even in proposals. I love you."
"I love you too, you over-planning genius." You slid your ring onto his finger, and he slid his onto yours. "So what do we do about the reservation tomorrow?"
"We're still going," Tim said immediately. "It's non-refundable and I'm not wasting a string quartet."
"Fair enough."
(The next night, Tim still got down on one knee at the restaurant, presented the ring, and gave his full prepared speech. You listened patiently, said yes again, and then told the string quartet you'd like to make an announcement too.
"Two proposals?" the waiter asked, confused.
"We're competitive," you and Tim said in unison.
Later, when Tim added this to his proposal spreadsheets under "Unexpected Variables," he highlighted it and added a note: "Best possible outcome.")
Damian Wayne
Damian had been raised by assassins. He'd been trained in strategy, combat, and patience. He knew how to plan. He knew how to execute. He knew how to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
So when he decided he wanted to marry you, he approached it with the same precision he approached everything else.
The ring had been commissioned six months ago... a family heirloom emerald reset in a new band, because you deserved something with history but also something entirely yours. He'd arranged for a private tour of the Gotham Botanical Gardens after hours, your favorite place in the city. He'd even commissioned an artist to paint a portrait of Titus and Alfred the cat as a secondary gift, because he knew you'd cry over it.
Everything was prepared for tomorrow evening.
Damian did not fail. Damian did not leave things to chance.
Except, apparently, he'd failed to account for you.
You'd asked him to meet you at the Manor's gardens, which wasn't unusual. You often spent time there together, especially in the evening when Damian was tending to the plants. But when he arrived, you were pacing, and you only paced when you were nervous.
You turned to face him, squared your shoulders in that way you did when you were about to do something brave, and said, "Nothing's wrong. I just... I need to ask you something."
"Ask."
Instead of speaking, you closed the distance between you, took both his hands, and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Damian Wayne, I know you value tradition and precision and doing things the right way. I know you like having control. But I can't wait anymore. I've been carrying this ring around for two weeks trying to find the perfect moment, and I realized there is no perfect moment. There's just us, and this garden, and the fact that I love you more than I thought it was possible to love another person." You pulled out a simple black ring box. "Will you marry me?"
For the first time in his adult life, Damian Wayne was completely speechless.
"No," he said finally, voice rough.
Your hands trembled slightly, but you didn't step back. "No?"
"No, you cannot propose today." Damian reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his own ring box. "I am proposing tomorrow. I have made arrangements. There is a plan."
Your eyes widened as you saw the ring. "Damian... "
"I was going to ask you in the Botanical Gardens. I have arranged a private tour. There is a portrait of the animals being delivered. I was going to... " He stopped, jaw tightening. "You have ruined my carefully constructed plan."
A smile started spreading across your face. "You were going to propose tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"And I ruined it?"
"Yes."
"And you said no to my proposal because of that?"
"Yes." Damian looked at the two ring boxes between you. "This is... unacceptable."
"Completely unacceptable," you agreed, but you were grinning now.
Damian was quiet for a moment, clearly recalculating. Then he made a decision.
"We will do both proposals. Mine tomorrow, as planned. Yours now, because apparently you lack patience."
"Excuse me, I waited two weeks..."
"I waited six months, beloved."
You laughed, the sound bright in the quiet garden. "Okay, you win the waiting competition. But does that mean...?"
Damian took the ring from your box, examined it with a critical eye. "It is a good ring. Well chosen." Then he slid it onto his finger, the metal catching the moonlight. "Yes. I accept your proposal."
"Yeah?" You were smiling so wide it had to hurt.
"Yes. And tomorrow, you will accept mine."
"Pretty presumptuous..."
Damian cut you off with a kiss, rare and soft and perfect. When he pulled back, his hand came up to cup your face. "I love you. You are chaotic and impulsive and you disrupt all my plans. And I love you."
"Even though I ruined your proposal?"
"You did not ruin it. You simply... added an unexpected variable." His thumb brushed your cheek. "I am adaptable."
"The most adaptable," you teased. Then, more seriously, "So tomorrow? For real?"
"Tomorrow. For real. With the full plan, as intended."
"Can't wait."
(The next evening, Damian executed his proposal flawlessly. The gardens were perfect, the portrait made you cry exactly as predicted, and when he got down on one knee and offered his ring, you said yes like it was the first time.
Later, in bed, you traced the ring on his finger and whispered, "So technically, I proposed first."
"Technically," Damian agreed, "you proposed impulsively in a garden with no planning whatsoever."
"And you said no."
"And then I said yes. I am magnanimous like that."
You laughed into his shoulder. "I love you, you impossible man."
"Tt. I love you too, even if you lack patience and strategic planning."
"We balance each other out."
"Apparently."
And though neither of you would admit it, having two proposals was better than one anyway.)
Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne was a planner. Everything he did was calculated, considered from every angle, prepared for every possible contingency.
Proposing to you was no different.
He'd been planning it for eight months. The ring had been designed specifically for you, elegant, understated, because you'd never wanted anything flashy. He'd arranged for a private dinner at the Manor, had Alfred prepare your favorite meal, and had even asked his children for their blessing (which had devolved into forty-five minutes of them roasting his romantic skills, but they'd ultimately approved).
Everything was set for tomorrow night.
Bruce had contingency plans for his contingency plans. He'd accounted for everything.
Everything except you.
You'd asked him to meet you in the Cave, which wasn't unusual; you often helped with cases, and you were one of the few people allowed full access. But when he arrived, you weren't at the computers. You were standing in the center of the space, dressed not in tactical gear but in regular clothes, and you looked terrified.
That immediately set off alarm bells.
"What's wrong?" Bruce was already running through possibilities.... threats, injuries, compromised identities.
"Nothing's wrong," you said quickly. "I just... I need to tell you something. Ask you something. Before I lose my nerve."
Bruce approached cautiously, cowl down, searching your face for clues. "Alright."
You took a shaky breath. "I know you like to be in control. I know you like to plan everything. I know this probably isn't how you'd want this to happen, but I can't keep waiting for the right moment because I don't think there is a right moment. There's just us, and this insane life we've chosen, and the fact that I want to spend the rest of that life with you."
You pulled out a small box from your pocket, hands trembling slightly.
"Bruce Wayne, will you marry me?"
For a moment... just a moment... the Batman was completely frozen.
Then: "No."
Your face went carefully blank, the same expression you used in the field when you'd been injured but didn't want anyone to know. "No."
"Not no...." Bruce was already moving, pulling you closer. "No, you can't propose today."
"I... what?"
He reached into his utility belt, because of course he was carrying the ring even in uniform, and pulled out a small velvet box. "I'm proposing tomorrow. I have dinner planned. Alfred is making your favorite meal. I was going to..."
"You were going to propose tomorrow," you repeated slowly, looking between his face and the ring. "Tomorrow."
"Yes."
"And I just..."
"Yes."
A laugh bubbled out of you, slightly hysterical. "I proposed the day before you were going to propose."
"Yes."
"And you said no."
Bruce had the grace to wince. "Poor phrasing. I meant..."
"I know what you meant." You were smiling now, that beautiful smile that still made his heart stutter. "You said no because you wanted to do it first."
"I had a plan," Bruce said, a bit defensively.
"Of course you did. You always have a plan." You looked at the ring in his hand, then at your own box. "So what do we do now?"
Bruce considered. As Batman, he was used to adapting to changing circumstances. As Bruce Wayne, he was used to maintaining control. As himself, stripped of both mantles, standing in the Cave with the person he loved more than his mission, more than his city, more than the weight of all his responsibilities...
He got down on one knee.
"Bruce, you don't have to...."
"Let me do this," he said quietly. "Please."
You nodded, tears already gathering in your eyes.
"I had a speech prepared. Alfred helped me write it. It was... adequate." His lips quirked slightly. "But the truth is simpler. You know who I am. All of me...Bruce, Batman, everything in between. You've seen me at my worst, and you stayed. You've seen me at my best, and you challenged me to be better. You've taken this impossible life I lead and made it feel less lonely. I love you. Will you marry me?"
"Yes," you whispered. "But I'm still putting my ring on your finger first."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
You both stayed there on the Cave floor, laughing and crying and exchanging rings like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bruce slipped his ring onto your finger with the same precision he used for everything, and you slid yours onto his with trembling hands.
"So," you said eventually, "about that dinner tomorrow..."
"We're still doing it."
"Even though we're already engaged?"
"I'm not wasting Alfred's cooking." Bruce pulled you closer, pressing his forehead to yours. "And I want to propose properly. The way I planned."
"You're really attached to this plan."
"I've been working on it for eight months."
"Of course you have." You kissed him softly. "Okay. Tomorrow, you propose properly. And I'll act surprised."
"Don't act. Just... be there."
"Always."
(The next night, Bruce proposed exactly as planned. The dinner was perfect, the ring presentation flawless, his speech eloquent. You said yes like you hadn't already said yes in the Cave, and when his children inevitably crashed the dinner to "make sure he didn't mess it up," you all laughed together.
Later, in the quiet of his room, you touched the ring on his finger and whispered, "I'm glad I proposed first."
"Even though I said no?"
"Especially because you said no. It was very you."
Bruce huffed a quiet laugh. "I'm glad you proposed first too."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. It was very you.... impulsive, brave, perfect timing even when it's the worst timing."
"We're a mess."
"We're engaged," Bruce corrected.
"That too."
And for once, Bruce Wayne didn't have a plan for what came next. But with your hand in his and the ring on both your fingers, he found he didn't need one.)
childhood bff!tim drake fluff and crack headcanons ˚.✦
childhood bff!tim drake who stays up late playing roblox with you, each of you in your laptops and sharing an energy drink (usually mango flavoured).
childhood bff!tim drake who, at 3 a.m. during one of your Roblox all-nighters, suddenly pauses the game to whisper “do you think we’re soulmates or just really codependent?”
childhood bff!tim drake who vents to you about EVERYTHING, his brothers, his father, his lack of love life or how the red robin suit fits him weird in the ass.
childhood bff!tim drake who texts you every two minutes telling you about what he's doing, some random thoughts, the show he's watching... it doesn't matter to him, everything that's going on in his life you should know about it.
childhood bff!tim drake who gets insecure every once in a while, specially for his butt (or his lack of it, as he strongly believes). he makes you go to the store with him to buy jeans, asking you if it fits him fine or if it makes him flat. (same with the red robin suit, as i mentioned before)
childhood bff!tim drake who has spoiled you almost every show you and him start together because he watches 20 episodes in a day and you're only on episode 9. happened with attack on titan, severance, fullmetal alchemist... and counting.
childhood bff!tim drake who as much as he loves talking, he loves listening to you talk. he doesn't care if it's not interesting or if you already said it, he's listening to it with his head in his hands and maintaining eye contact.
childhood bff!tim drake who strongly believes that you and him will get married when you're thirty because there's no way someone can have the bond you two have
childhood bff!tim drake who once tried to “help” you get ready for a date by doing your eyeliner… with red robin’s eye mask paint because “it’s literally the same consistency and it’s waterproof.” you went out looking like you just came back from fighting crime in gotham’s eyeliner district. he still swears it was a slay.
childhood bff!tim drake who gets dramatically offended when you hang out with other friends. not jealous in a possessive way — jealous in a “you replaced our sacred tuesday night waffle house hangout with SOMEONE ELSE??” way.
childhood bff!tim drake who, during a very serious stakeout (he’s in the suit, you’re on facetime in pajamas eating popcorn), suddenly goes “if i die tonight, are you keeping my roblox account?”
childhood bff!tim drake who has an entire folder of photos labeled “blackmail material <3” that’s just… hundreds of pictures of you asleep with your mouth open, you mid-sneeze, you ugly-crying at la la land (for the 17th time), you trying to wink but both eyes closing. he threatens to make it your wedding slideshow. you threaten to leak his hundreds of mirror selfies with different types of jeans.
childhood bff!tim drake who insists on being the little spoon 100% of the time you have sleepovers even though he’s taller and buffer now. he curls into you like a dramatic cat claiming territory and mumbles “scientifically proven that smaller bodies retain heat better. i’m basically a research participant. don’t argue with science.”
childhood bff!tim drake who buys you those cheesy “i love my best friend” keychains and then gets personally offended when you don’t immediately attach it to your backpack.
childhood bff!tim drake who, when you’re both twenty-something and still painfully single, starts “practice dating” with you. candlelit ramen dinners on the floor of his new apartment, slow-dancing to your shared playlist, fake proposing with a onion ring. he insists it’s purely platonic exposure therapy. you both know it’s not.
childhood bff!tim drake who, at 29-and-a-half, drunk vodka and nostalgia at 2 a.m., grabs your hand very seriously and goes:
“thirty. we said thirty. i’m holding you to it. i already have the powerpoint. thirty slides. pros and cons. pie charts of our compatibility. i color-coded our trauma-bonding timeline. i even made a tier list of rings. i’m not kidding. say yes or i’m telling everyone you cried when we finished gravity falls.”
(he’s crying a little. you’re crying a little. the vodka mixed with whatever is long warm. you still say yes because obviously.)
and he immediately starts ugly-sobbing into your shoulder going “I KNEW IT. i knew we were endgame. i told dick. he said 'tim that's codependency' but he doesn't understand true love—”
you shut him with a kiss. he gets nosebleeds.
childhood bff!tim drake who marries you at thirty exactly like he promised. absolutely no one is surprised.
the vows include the line “i promise to never watch ahead again, unless it’s really good and i physically cannot resist.”
and everyone cries.
especially jason.
a/n: they are so annoying omg i'm glad they have each other bc there's no way anyone else can handle them
ft. wally west ; why confess your love when you can simply ask your best friend if she would be willing to have babies with you? ( requested )
content. fem!reader, suggestive, mutual pining, drunk as fuck wally, idiots in love, vomit towards the end
You didn't really know what to do with Wally's lanky, awkward body, much less where to put it if not on the dirty bathroom floor — but you were more decent than that. A huff escapes your lips as Wally's weight becomes more pronounced on your back.
"Wally, I'm not one of your superhero friends, get your weight off me." you grumble, forcing your legs to stay firm on the ground instead of buckling completely.
Your friend — who isn't just a friend for you — babbles half-words, wrapping his arms loosely around your neck in a clumsy hug. The smell of cheap beer hits your nostrils and you hold your breath, feeling your throat close.
If he wasn't the one about to vomit, you would be.
He mumbles a few more words, this time with some twisted sense to them, "You take such good care of me… so, so good…" it rasps against your eardrums, and you suppress the small, shy whimper that fights its way out when he plants a kiss behind your ear.
You even consider pushing his face away with your shoulder, reminding him that you don't have that kind of friendship, but you don't. A bad feeling weighs in the pit of your stomach, twisting your insides into a loose but unpleasant knot — the beginning of guilt for not setting boundaries in the mess that was your relationship, for having control of the situation and still deciding to take advantage of it.
Taking a few large steps, slow and labored because of the load on your back, you finally dump Wally's body onto the toilet, hearing a thud echo through the small bathroom of your house; you make a mental note to clean it after all this mess.
His arms remain on your shoulders, too limp to actually stop you from pulling away. "Wally, you need to let me go." you remind him, but the words seem to go in one ear and out the other.
He grunts something, perhaps in denial of letting you leave, even minimally, his side. A sigh escapes you, laden with exhaustion, trembling on your lips — for a lanky guy like Wally, he was weirdly heavy.
"Wally, help me, please." You ask one last time, the words coming out as a frustrated hiss.
His gaze lifts to meet yours, his pupils partially hidden by his eyelids and red lashes — a hazy look, somewhat lost as he searches for something in your face.
"I love it when you say my name…" A goofy smile appears on his lips, punctuated by the chuckle that echoes through the bathroom.
You hope, you wish from the bottom of your heart, that he doesn't remember any of this when the alcohol wears off; that he forgets the nonsense he said and the way your ears burned next to his forearms.
"Okay, okay, just be quiet and let me handle the rest." Not wanting to start another session of grumbling and tantrums, you remove his arms from your shoulders, letting them fall by his sides.
Your fingers run through his bangs, spreading the strands over his sweaty forehead. You pull your hand back before he can lean his face into it — and you prefer to ignore the soft whimper that comes from him. Before you can pull away, even just to go to the mirrored cabinet, Wally grabs your wrist with a firmness that wasn't there before.
"Don't go, please…" The words come out shaky, fearful against your skin; you bite your lips when you see, when you feel, him place a kiss on your pulse point — perhaps he could feel the clumsy heartbeat in your veins or, in his drunken state, just wanted you close. Neither alternative improves the knot in your stomach (and you hope that that feeling is from the few drinks you had).
"I'm just going to get you some water, relax." You try to sound as sweet as possible, but Wally doesn't let go, shaking his head like a stubborn child.
With few other options, you choose the least hygienic one possible: grabbing the cup that served as a holder for your toothbrush and filling it with tap water. It was either that or wait for Wally to fall asleep on the toilet, and your patience wasn't up for that route. Stretching to reach the cabinet with the coveted cup, you don't even notice Wally's gaze on your figure, sliding over your furrowed brows — your face focused on not dropping anything unnecessary — slowly descending to the curve of your breasts, partially exposed by the tank top you wore.
He even opens his mouth to comment on the small freckles scattered across your torso, visible in the openings of your clothes, but the words don't even come out, interrupted before they're fully formed.
"Drink. It'll make your brain work a little less worse." You gently shake the cup in front of him, little drops of water dripping from the plastic.
Wally stares at the object as if it were a foreign element, but after a few seconds of insistence, he takes and downs it — a little giggle jumps from your chest as some water escapes his lips. It seems he spilled more water on himself than he actually drank. You don't think much, just grab the towel hanging nearby and start wiping what you can from Wally's face.
"You know, you'd be a great mom. You take such good care of everyone…"
You snort, throwing the towel into the sink. "What are you talking about? I'm just taking care of you 'cause I'm your friend." And your eyes meet again, and you can't help but get lost in that greenish sea, clouded by drink and fatigue.
"I think… I think we could have kids together." And the spell breaks as quickly as it began.
"What."
"Like, two… no, three. Yeah, three is good…"
"What?!" You feel the palms of your hands grow damp, the tremor in your voice no longer from frustration, but from sheer, screaming embarrassment, alongside the various stumbles your heart was taking under your ribs.
Wally didn't look much different: a redness spread across his face, predominantly on his cheeks. Yet, that idiotic smile persisted on his lips, as if he were dreaming big — as if what he'd just said was just another dream to be realized. But it wasn't as if that thought had never crossed your mind before.
No, your subconscious interrupts the various fictional scenarios of you and Wally running after little kids who look just like the two of you. You're the sober one here, make him stop talking before he ruins your friendship!
"Wally, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." It sounds more like a reaffirmation than damage control.
"I'm not drunk!" he babbles in retort, bringing your wrist to his lips once more. "I'm in love with you…" It's murmured against your skin, and this time, you're certain he can feel your veins pulsing frantically.
"'Has been a while, but I'm too much of a coward to tell you…" You can't look away from his face, from those precise freckles, the teary, droopy eyes, the eyebrows furrowed in a pleading emotion. Like a little puppy begging for your love.
You take a deep breath, resisting the temptation to reciprocate all those feelings being bombarded against you, to utter promises that would be forgotten as soon as he regained consciousness. Your fingers stroke his hot cheek, and you watch him melt into your palm as the caress begins.
"We'll talk about this later, okay?"
Wally closes his eyes, humming in satisfaction, "Yeah, okay…"
You barely have time to pull away when he lurches forward, the water he'd just swallowed now gushing all over the floor — the tips of your shoes weren't lucky enough to escape. Wally whimpers a poorly apology, and you have little choice but to comfort him and stop him from trying to clean up the mess.
The confession would have to wait. Until then, you had a long night ahead of you.
bunny thoughts. yeah i know wally cant get drunk, but who cares? Its fiction baby
Ai Yazawa is prolific, influential, and award winning shojo and josei manga artist. She had been illustrating and drawing manga for over 30 years, since her debut in 1985, and is particularly known for her strong character writing and distinctive art style.
This masterpost will tell you everything you need to know about Ai Yazawa’s series and how to read/watch them.*
圣学园天使 Tenshi Nanka Ja Nai
MANGA [ read online / ddl / torrent ]
1994 OVA SPECIAL [ stream / torrent ]
RUN: 1992–1995
LENGTH: 8 volumes (40 chapters)
Literally translated to I’m no Angel, this is the oldest English translated manga available by Ai Yazawa. It was also her first hit series, and is now considered a classic. It follows the story of the high school first-year Midori Saejima, where both she and the boy she had a crush on, Akira Sudo, are elected as members of the student council.
NOTES: This is a lovely, sweet manga but far more standard than Ai Yazawa’s other works. The art is a bit outdated too. I would recommend reading this if you’re eager for more Ai Yazawa and want to see where she came from after you’ve read some of her other work.
ご近所物語 Gokinjo Monogatari
MANGA [ read online / ddl / torrent ]
1995 ANIME [ stream / torrent ]
1996 MOVIE [ stream / torrent ]
RUN: 1995–1998
LENGTH: 7 volumes (33 chapters)
Literally translated to Neighborhood Story, this story is set in the same world as Tenshi Nanka Ja Nai. Mikako, who dreams of becoming a famous fashion designer with her own brand, attends a special art school with her childhood friend and neighbor, Tsutomu. The manga follows Mikako’s adventures with her friends and club, in the end telling a story about young love, dreams and friendship.
NOTES: Although still more lighthearted and less mature than her later manga, Gokinjo Monogatari marks the beginning of Ai Yazawa’s distinctive style, characters, and storytelling. The anime adaptation is OK, but is cheaply animated and has a lot of filler. I wouldn’t recommend watching the movie, because it’s confusing if you haven’t read the manga or watched the anime, and pointless if you have.
下弦の月 Kagen no Tsuki ~Last Quarter
MANGA [ read online / ddl / torrent ]
2004 LIVE ACTION MOVIE [ buy / stream / torrent ]
RUN: 1998–1999
LENGTH: 3 volumes (16 chapters)
Literally translated to Last Quarter of the Moon, this shorter manga is Ai Yazawa’s first story dealing with the supernatural. Injured by a car accident while looking for her missing cat, Hotaru, an elementary school girl, is hospitalized. During her stay in the hospital, she has a vision of a high school girl who gives her a ring as a token of friendship. After her recovery, Hotaru and her friends set out to find the mysterious figure, not knowing they are about to unravel a ghostly love story beyond their reaches of their imaginations.
NOTES: This manga marks Ai Yazawa’s transition not only to a more mature and refined art style, but also story content. Kagen no Tsuki is an absolutely stunning manga, and a quick read. This is a great series to start with for new fans, and a must-read for fans of Ai Yazawa’s other series. The movie (starring two very famous people) is good, if not a bit cheesy, but it leaves out Hotaru’s storyline, and with it, the story’s greater complexities. I would recommend it only to curious fans of the original manga or cast.
パラダイス・キス Paradise Kiss
MANGA [ buy** ]
2005 ANIME [ stream / torrent ]
2005 ANIME MUSIC [ ddl OP ED OST / batch torrent ]
2011 LIVE ACTION MOVIE [ stream ]
RUN: 1999–2003
LENGTH: 5 volumes (48 chapters)
Set in the same world as Gokinjo Monogatari and Tenshi Nanka Ja Nai, Paradise Kiss is the coming of age story of Yukari Hayasaka, a spirited high school senior in the process of studying for her college entrance exams. But the prospect of subjecting herself to a meaningless, dull life leaves her feeling depressed about the future. In a bout of frustration, Yukari begins to ignore her courses and to hang out with a group of eccentric fashion design students. This circle is known as Paradise Kiss, and they pick Yukari to be their model to showcase their designs in an up-coming fashion show.
NOTES: Paradise Kiss is my favorite Ai Yazawa series, and a must read for anyone. Period. It should be up there with Catcher in the Rye in terms of Very Important Coming of Age stories. The anime is great, too! It has stellar animation, along with a killer OP and ED. It does understandably leave out some important nuances, aspects, and details from the manga, which is why I would recommend reading the manga no matter what! If you can buy the volumes, they feature great, revised translations and are really great quality! If you really can’t buy the volumes, watch the anime first because the manga scanalations available online frankly do the series injustice. As for the movie, it’s terrible if you’ve read or seen the original. I would pass on it entirely.
Two girls with the same name leave their old lives behind and come to Tokyo to start fresh. Nana Komatsu is a young woman who’s endured an unending string of boyfriend problems. Moving to Tokyo, she’s hoping to take control of her life and put all those messy misadventures behind her. She’s looking for love and she’s hoping to find it in the big city. Nana Osaki, on the other hand, is cool, confident and focused. She left her hometown to join Tokyo’s underground punk scene hoping to make it big as a singer. When the two Nanas fatefully fall in love with the same apartment, they decide to become roommates, changing each other’s lives forever.
NOTES: Nana is the most famous of Ai Yazawa’s series, and for good reason. It’s a well crafted, heart-wrenching story missing only a proper ending due to Ai Yazawa’s extended hiatus. Nonetheless, I would recommend this series to people despite this! The anime is probably the best way to start since it gives your the immersive experience of the original music. Since it only covers about half the manga, you can pick up the manga around ch. 40ish without missing much. The live action movies are actually really good too, so give them a shot when you have the time!
BEST ORDER TO CONSUME?
Here’s my in no way definitive recommendation for reading/watching order:
Must read/watch:
Paradise Kiss manga (or anime)
Kagen no Tsuki manga
Nana anime
Nana manga
Gokinjo Monogatari manga
Things that you should check out when you have the time:
Tenshi Nanka Ja Nai manga
Nana live action movies
Kagen no Tsuki live action movie
Things you should only watch if you’re really curious:
Gokinjo Monogatari anime
Paradise Kiss live action movie
*Ano Natsu (1985), 15-nenme (1986), Love Letter (1987), Kaze ni Nare! (1988), Escape (1988), Ballad Made Soba ni Ite (1989, 2 volumes), Marine Blue no Kaze ni Dakarete (1990–1991, 4 volumes), and Usubeni no Arashi (1992) are not covered in this masterpost since there are no complete English translations or scanalations available.
** Since these series are available to buy legally, I am not listing where to read/watch them online out of respect for the publishers and Ai Yazawa. If you truly cannot purchase these because of financial reasons or your region locked, or if you want to make edits/gifs, feel free to message me and I’ll help you out. Otherwise, google is your friend, but I highly encourage you to buy the volumes and support Ai Yazawa.
Summary: While on a call with the boys, they accidentally say "I love you" right before ending the call, much to their embarrassment.
Warnings/Tags: Female reader, Pure fluff, Lightly proofread
Masterlist
Dick Grayson
"Okay, so we can meet Saturday?" You ask for confirmation.
Dick silently purses his lips, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he paces his room. "Saturday?" Didn't Tim ask for his help for something on Saturday, or was it Damian? "Yeah, yeah no problem. Saturday works." He doesn't bother to hide the grin on his face. After all, you can't see it.
"Oh, oh, one more thing…" You jump in. "There was this shop I wanted to check out. It just opened, and I was wondering if we could stop by after. It's right next to the restaurant anyway." You pause for second, "If not, it's no big deal. It's just that we're in the area, and…" You slowly trail off.
Dick nodded, "Of course!" Spend more time with you? Absolutely. "We can even go to that one dessert place you really like." He doubles down.
You gasp, "Oh my gosh that's a fantastic idea." He can hear your glee even through the phone. "Y'know this almost sounds like a date." You muse thoughtfully.
Dick's palms feel sweaty, he swallows, praying his voice sounds normal when he responds. "Really? Huh." He runs a hand through his hair. "I suppose it does, doesn't it?"
You chuckle, "Well if it was then it sounds like it'll be a good date."
Dick hates how hopeful he sounds. "Really..?"
You're grinning at the screen, Dick can picture your face. "Planning on doing this again with another girl?" You tut. "Can't believe I've been reduced to a trial run."
Dick furrows his eyebrows, "What? No this is not- a 'trial run''—" he huffs at the inane idea, "what other girl would I even ask?" He pauses, listening to your quiet snickering. He sighs, "You…" He rubs his temples, "Don't answer that."
"I wasn't." Your mischievous tone tells him otherwise.
"Yeah," Dick exhales, amused, "okay."
"Anyway, I gotta go. I'll catch you on Saturday, yeah?" He can hear you walking.
"Yeah, I'll see you then." He smiles, casually relaxing his weight against the doorframe. His next words were automatic. "Love you."
Immediately, pure unadulterated horror situates itself into his gut. Did he just declare his love for you over a phone call? There's a moment of silence before Dick breaks it. "Oh my God," he whispers to himself, but he knows you can hear it. "Sorry, I didn't mean—" he huffs, running his fingers through his hair. "I… Sorry. It's… It's been a long day. I didn't mean that."
"You didn't mean that?" You sound offended, "I was gonna say love you too, but if it's like that then—"
Dick rushes to correct himself. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant it more as… friendly… love." Dick blatantly lies lamely.
"Friendly love." You repeat unimpressed, Dick can hear you repressing your amusement.
"Yeah, like love… but as friends." He continues.
You snort, "Alright."
Dick groans, "You're never gonna let that go are you?"
"Nope," you chirp. "Sending my 'friendly love' to you, Dick. I'll see you Saturday." You hang up the call before Dick gets a chance to respond.
He sits down on his mattress, pressing his palms up to his eyes as he hunched over. Why did he say that? The words had left his mouth before he even had time to mull over the consequences of uttering them to you. He slowly opens his eyes, looking down at his phone on the left side of his mattress, your contact pulled up. He slowly picks up the device, chuckling at his own embarrassment.
Worse thing is, he'd say them again in a heartbeat if you'd ask.
Jason Todd
"Could you grab those chips I like from the store too?" You ask.
Jason grunts as he punches another goon off the catwalk in the building he was busting. "Yeah-" you hear the distance screams of the goon, wincing in sympathy, "anything else?"
"Uhh…" You lean back in your chair in your shared apartment with Jason. "Nah, I think that's it." You hear gunfire as Jason's heavy breathing drowns out the rest of your thoughts. "Actually, could you get chocolate too? The bars. I wanna use it for baking."
"Don't we already have chocolate chips?" Jason presses his boot into the face of another goon before knocking him out cold.
"Yeah, but I wanna try something different. I've seen some people say that chopping up the bars and putting that into the dough is better than the chips." You gently pet Dog as she thumps her tail happily against you.
"How would it be better?" Jason asks, momentarily distracted as a goon attempts to stab him with a knife. "Hey!" He snaps to the goon causing you to jolt at the sudden spike in volume. "Sorry about that." He huffs, lowering his voice back to a reasonable tone.
"No worries, and I have no clue why it'd be better. That's why I wanna test it." You shift your phone to your other hand, halting Dog's pets. She looks up at you imploringly. "Aww, aren't you just the cutest." You baby voice Dog as she attempts to lick your face. Gently, you hold her away, making sure that your phone is still up against your ear.
Jason pauses, furrowing his eyebrows as his guns lay laxly in his hands. He purses his lips behind the mask. The cutest? You've never called him that. Out of the thousands of adjectives out there, he wouldn't use "cutest" to describe himself. He clears his throat awkwardly, "Uh, yeah… I can go get the chocolate for you." He stands awkwardly around the unconscious bodies surrounding him.
"Thanks, Jason. I appreciate it." You give up trying to hold the phone up to your ear with your shoulder, instead turning it to speaker mode.
"Yeah, for sure." He attempts to sound casual. Does he have to compliment you now? Is that what the logical next step is? What does he say? He doesn't want to sound creepy. This is the biggest step either of you have taken in your… relationship? He isn't even sure what your relationship could be considered.
"Alright, see you in a few. Thanks, Jay."
Jason panics. He wants to make sure you know he's interested too. What if you think that by him not saying any compliment back he doesn't like you? He has to say something, anything.
"Yeah, love you. See ya soon."
Fuck. That was not what meant.
"Fuck," he mutters softly, and your laughter rings in his ears. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."
Your laughter grows louder, and Jason attempts to steel the growing mortification. The only sounds he hears are the low breeze of air conditioning in the warehouse he cleared and your laughter.
"Sorry, sorry—" you laugh more, "It's just— I'm not laughing at you." You force yourself to calm down.
Jason lets out an amused huff, "Kinda feels like you are."
"No, no! I think it's sweet. I just wasn't expecting it." Your soft chuckles return. "Love you too, Jay. Thank you."
He swallows, his throat dry. "Yeah," he responds lamely. This was not how it was supposed to go.
"Alright, bye for real now. Dog says bye as well!" You scratch Dog gently behind her ear.
Jason smiles, "Tell her I say bye." The call hangs up.
Wait…
"Aww, aren't you just the cutest."
He leans his body against the handrail of the catwalk, exhaling slowly.
Fuck, you weren't talking to him.
Tim Drake
"Please?"
You sigh, "No, Tim."
"Please I have nobody else to ask."
"Then that sucks for you, but I am not going to pretend to be your girlfriend for one dinner." You flop onto your bed, your body sprawled out on it.
It's silent for a beat.
"…So what I'm hearing is that two dinners is okay?"
"Tim." You groan, rubbing your temples.
"Okay, fine, one dinner…" He pauses for a moment, "and maybe a gala."
You narrow your eyes at the ceiling, "Who are you negotiating with right now? I didn't even say yes to the first dinner, and you want me to go to a gala?" You sigh. "This wouldn't even work, your family has already met me before. They aren't gonna believe it if we just start magically dating tonight."
"Sure they will! We just gotta sell it." He says like it's the easiest thing in the world.
"No. I am not selling anything. I'm never going to be able to show my face at Wayne Manor again." You sit up, moving over to rest your back on the headboard.
"You don't even come that often." Tim argues, but it's quieter than his other arguments.
"That's not my point, Tim. How am I going to look Bruce in the eye and go 'Yeah, sorry I lied to you about dating your son. Anyway, can I come in?'"
Your both silent for a moment, "Honestly, not the worst thing he's heard." He shrugs.
"Tim."
"Okay, fine, well the alternative is we keep it up for a normal amount of time." He proposes.
You furrow your eyebrows, "And how long is that?"
He pauses, "I don't know, maybe a month or two?"
Your eyebrows raise so far up you wonder if they touch your hairline, mouth parting in surprise. "You cannot be serious. You said one dinner."
"And a gala." He adds.
"Don't get ahead of yourself." You quip back dryly. "How does one dinner equal up to two months of fake dating?"
"Well, you'd just have to attend one dinner. Then we could make excuses for the rest. I'll just keep telling them we're dating." Tim explains, and you can't help but laugh.
"Great, so I only have to be with you publicly for a dinner, but outside we can just continue to be friends?" You close your eyes. You cannot actually be considering this, right? Is this what best friends do for one another?
"Yep," Tim confirms. "I promise it won't be that bad. They'll probably just ask some questions about how we got together."
You sigh, "If we do this… You're going to make the story of how we got together."
You can almost hear him nod, "Of course, but we'll have to make sure we have it memorized. Can't get our details mixed up."
Chuckling, you shake your head, "You act like they're going to interrogate me if I go through with this."
His silence isn't reassuring.
"Wait, they won't do that, right?" You frown.
"…I can't say that they won't not do it."
"Inspiring confidence you got there."
"Please," he says your name.
You sigh, despite your hesitance, you owe Tim a lot. He hasn't been a bad friend to you, and you suppose the good thing to do would be to return the favor.
Even if that means getting into a fake relationship with him.
"Fine." You relent.
"Really?" He sounds breathless, and too hopeful. "Even the gala?"
You raise an eyebrow, but a smile grows on your face, "I didn't say that, but…" You sigh, "I won't be buying my dress for that if that's what you're asking." You know that people spends thousands of dollars on dresses for galas like this, and you aren't going to be one of them. It's Tim's fault you're going anyway.
"Yes, of course, obviously. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You can hear him shuffling through the phone, and you wonder if he's immediately going to start fabricating your love story. His next words spill out of his mouth so quickly you wonder if he even thought about them before speaking. "You are my favorite person right now, I love you."
There's a long pause where both of you just stare at nothing.
"You didn't hear that." Tim states, you wonder if he's trying to convince himself.
Your mouth parts in surprise, but quickly turns into a smirk. "Wow, bit soon into our relationship for that don't you think?"
He groans, "Wait, I meant it like— like practice. We got to make it sound natural during the real deal." Tim stumbles over his words.
You grin, leaning back into your bed, "I don't think your family will ask us to profess our love to one another at dinner."
"You never know." Tim's voice is quiet.
You huff, "Fair enough, but I doubt it. Do I have to practice saying it too?"
"Hm," he pauses, "it'd probably be the smart thing to do."
You roll your eyes at his antics before checking the time. "Alright, well I gotta go," you slowly sit up, "but I love you too… For practice reasons, of course." You grin.
Tim doesn't respond, but you don't expect him to. Instead, you hang up the phone, content with the fact that you know you left him speechless.
After all, if you're going through with his whole charade, you might as well enjoy it.
Bruce Wayne
"Don't forget to meet with Lucius today. I have you scheduled at four." You narrow your eyes at the calendar projected on the monitor in front of you.
Bruce (he insisted you call him by his name and not "Mr. Wayne") hums into the phone. At this point in your job you've learned to classify his different responses (or lack thereof). There's the hum of "Yeah I hear you," the hum of "That's insightful of you," and finally the hum of "I'm only pretending to hear you right now."
You'd like to think this is the first option.
"I mean it." You sigh, glaring down at your phone. "He's been wanting to discuss something with you all week, and— I'm not sure how you get away with it— you've managed to evade him on five different occasions."
"I was busy." Bruce responds noncommittally. You can hear the smile in his tone, as if he's remembering those five occasions fondly.
You don't remember them with the same fondness. Each time it happened you had to make up an excuse for Bruce, something you would not wish upon anybody.
"Right," you huff. You aren't sure what Bruce could possibly have been doing that was more important than meeting with the CEO of the company you own, but to each their own you suppose. "Well I'm telling you now, make sure it's clear later on. Don't miss this, please."
Perhaps, he can hear the desperation in your tone and takes pity on you. "Not for the world."
A humorless huff escapes you, "Let's hope." You expand the calendar to view the rest of the week instead of just today. "Also, there's a board meeting on Thursday."
He sighs, and you can already tell where this is going,"Do I have to attend this one?"
You raise an eyebrow at the monitor, clicking on the meeting. "Well…" you read the details of the meeting, "As your secretary, I am obligated to say that you should attend the meeting as it is good for your image."
Bruce hums, a low tone that reverberates through your phone, "How about as a friend?"
Your eyebrows shoot up, and you're glad he can't see you. Sure, Bruce is friendly with you, and the two of you have your moments, but you've always assumed that your relationship was strictly professional (albeit a friendly professional). "As a friend?" You repeat, a smile growing on your face.
Bruce exhales slowly, and you can imagine the small smile on his face, "Yeah."
You look down at your phone, sighing, but your smile never falling. "Well as your friend…" You open the details of the meeting, looking at whose attending. "I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you," he says your name, and his relief is palpable.
You nod slowly, "I said I'll see what I can do. Don't think you're out of the woods just yet, Bruce."
He huffs, "I have faith in you."
Huh.
That is a lot less reassuring than he likely intended it to be. Now the weight of his (potential) disappointment rests heavy on your shoulders.
"Appreciated." You respond dryly. "However, if anything pops up in the next few days, you have to attend those meetings."
"That's acceptable." He concedes.
"Alright, I'll send you the details Lucius wanted me to."
He hums, "Thank you. What would I do without you?" He asks, and you chuckle quietly to yourself.
"Probably deal with an angry Lucius at four…" You copy over some details of Lucius' email, before sending it over to Bruce, "and a board meeting on Thursday." You tack on.
He laughs at your comment, "Well, it's a good thing I have you then…" You hear somebody yell in the background, and the casual atmosphere is gone. "I got to go." He mutters quietly, you wonder if you were meant to hear it. "Thanks for the update, love you." The words were distracted, mind clearly elsewhere.
For a moment you don't even process the words, and it seems like he doesn't either. Then a solid five seconds pass, and then the silence looms over you both. You blink at your phone, wondering if he hung up, but the call is still running. Do you say anything? What do you even say to that?
He clears his throat, and you wince at the loud sound. "…Forget I said anything."
You nod slowly, "Of course, Bruce." You definitely will not forget this.
There is a long stretch of silence, before he speaks up again. "Goodbye," he says your name, and you idly note the cadence he is speaking is off.
"Goodbye, Bruce." You return, hiding a smile to yourself.
You put your phone down, before turning to face your coworker on your left. Grinning, you slide your chair over to her. You trust her not to say anything, and you can't keep silent about what just happened. She raises an eyebrow, leaning closer to hear you better.
"You will not believe what Mr. Wayne just told me."
A/N: Happy Valentines Day everybody! I know my recent works have been shorter than normal, and I would like to apologize for that. I've been really busy, but I still wanted to get something out for you all on Valentines even if it's really short. Don’t worry, I’m still working on my other fics. I’m sorry it’s taking so long :(. Also, first time writing Bruce yayyy. Expect more in the future (when I actually get to writing more lol).
ALSO ALSO, if you're reading this like "bro why wasn't I tagged" it's because I'm not really considering this a fic. It's more of just... snippets? I dunno. I guess it kinda is, but in my eyes it isn't… If that makes sense?? I'll be going back and editing the taglist form to add an option for getting tagged for posts like this. If you don't want to submit a whole new form, just DM me, leave a comment on my DC masterlist, or some other third option. Just let me know in some manner :)!
♱ #CUTENESS-AGGRESSION: things you do that make your boyfriend go insane to the point where they kind of want to murder you . . .
♱ #CHARACTERS: j.todd x reader / d.grayson x reader
JASON TODD
If anything was gonna give Jason the cuteness aggression hit it's going to be messing with you before bed.
Throwing pillows at each other while you get ready.
Tackling you to the bed while pillows go flying.
The full laugh that leaves your lips in delight.
The way your hair falls and frames your face under him.
Or the way your cheeks feel warm to touch when he rests his hand on your face.
Jason adores playing with you and messing with you. It makes him feel like a child again.
Having this closeness and love between you both makes his heart warm.
It also makes him want to cover you in bite marks.
So when he pushes you onto the mattress underneath you both and hears the shriek of delight leave your lips as he attacks you with small bites, he knows he's right where he wants to be.
Jason also thinks that when you lay down and read on the couch with him makes him so happy he might explode.
When you drape yourself on his lap, and bury yourself into your reading makes him feel seen. He also loves discussing the books with you after.
Sitting and listening to you talk about something you've read recently and then talking about it makes him so happy.
RICHARD GRAYSON
Dick loves watching you work.
For some strange reason watching you sitting there typing away on your computer or reading paper work with your brows furrowed with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth has his heart in a twirl.
Your concentrated glare, your focused tapping against the desk.
The way you're so absorbed in your own world.
He finds it adorable that you're so focused on your work that you don't notice the way his head drops onto your shoulder.
He thinks it's the cutest thing on the planet when you jump and try to push his face away from attacking you with kisses, yelling about needing to finish these reports.
He also laughs when he reaches over and grabs you by the hips, picking you up and spinning you around your makeshift office.
Your shriek and squeal of laughter makes his heart sweet and gives him the most intense urge to just start chewing on your face.
Honestly you could be doing anything and Richard would have the urge to start nibbling at your ears.
Honestly he really can't help it, you're adorable and he's a sucker for the way you do anything and everything.
minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab
synopsis : sol was obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you. you were his soulmate. he’d make sure no one else would touch you. he is the only one who can satisfy you. don’t you know that?
warnings : yandere, masturbation, obsessive behavior, stalking, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, predatory behavior, smut, long word count, drugging, grinding, penetration, very rough sex, whiny submissive Sol at one point, and dominant Sol at another point.
author’s note : if you just want to read smut skip to sections with the 🍋 icon
long word count (11.7k+ words) i mean this might as well be split into different chapters but i don’t want to do that, also i decided to change him referring to you as pumpkin to something else sorry. gave him a tongue piercing because it sounded fun >:3 also i hate tumblr formatting so read on ao3 if you want . (gloomy_kitty)
also not 100% lore accurate
thanksss to my friend who proofread this for me!!
Sol was obsessed with you and had been since you first arrived at the school. The moment his scarlet eyes landed on you something strange was awakened within him. It felt like love at first sight—no it was love at first sight. Did you remember your first encounter? No, it was so long ago you probably hadn’t. He did though, he remembered how he felt so vividly. His heart pounded in his chest, butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and his breath hitched making it difficult to breath the moment he had seen you. That cute library assistant that worked on campus. He remembered how he had walked up to you at the counter, asking for a book for class. How you went out of your way to help him find it, not complaining a single time.
“You absolutely need this book for your class right?” You asked him, sighing in defeat after nearly an hour of searching the library.
“Yes, but if you can’t find it don’t w-“ Sol began, a bit irritated that this was required for his passing grade. But he’d just ordered it online and prayed it arrived on time before finals.
“No. I know we have it. Don’t worry I’ll find it. Just give me another day. Here write down your info and I’ll give you a call once I do.” You said determinedly, sliding a sticky note and pen towards him. “O..okay.” He mumbled and wrote down his information. He fully expected you to not ever find the book or just forget to call him to let him know of your findings. But the very next morning he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello?” He answered.
“Hi this ______ from the school’s library. I found the book you were looking for. It’s reserved at the front desk. If I’m not here just let whoever is at the counter know your name.” You said, he could tell that you were quite happy.
Sol’s eyes widened in shock, you really found it. He responded back with a simple thanks and during a free period he went to the library. There he saw you shelving away books, a content expression on your face. Awkwardly he walked up to you clearing his throat, when he realized you had an earbud in. You jumped in surprise, dropping the book you were holding. Then, at the same time you and Sol reached down to grab the book. Your hand on top of his for a brief second before you pulled away. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through him. “Whoops! Oh hey you’re the guy from yesterday!” You laughed quietly as he handed you back the book. With that you checked him out reminding him that late fees would occur if he didn’t bring it back on time. You explained how you stayed over an hour after your shift to find what he was needing, then it turned out it was in the completely wrong genre! A historical book tucked away with comics, how egregious!
When Sol asked why you did that you shrugged, simply saying, “I don't want anyone to fail their first semester because I was too lazy to find a book for them. It’s my job after all.” You flashed him a smile. As you handed it over your fingers brushed over him for another brief moment. That same electric feeling coursed through his body. It was that moment something had awakened inside Sol. He was obsessed now.
That memory played in his head for over a year, he had found out your first name. One day when sitting in the library “studying” he overheard you telling a blonde girl about how excited you were for your art class in the fall then you explained what period it would be. Since there was only one introduction to art class that fall semester for the period before lunch, he was going to enroll in art class regardless so might as well make sure he was in yours. Everything had been planned out. Sol didn’t leave any detail forgotten.
He got to class early, sitting in the back of the classroom. He placed his backpack on the chair next to him and anyone he tried to sit next to he glared at, causing them to scurry away. Now he just needed to wait for you to arrive, you’d have to take the only available seat open next to him in a full class.
Like he planned There were no more seats left in class, you had arrived a bit late, only barely beating the bell. He watched as your eyes darted around the classroom looking for somewhere to sit, then a relief look washed over your cute face when you spotted the open seat next to him. Quickly you made your way over pulling out the chair, “Is this taken?” You asked him, already beginning to slip off your backpack.
“N..no.” Sol replied avoiding your gaze, he was focused on his sketchbook, his pencil tapping against the book as he tried to control his breathing. “Oh thank god.” You sighed in relief, finally taking your seat. Rummaging through your backpack you pulled out all the essentials you’d need for art class. It worked. His plan went perfectly!
Sol found it difficult to concentrate on the professor’s words as he discussed basic art fundamentals, he just kept glancing over at you. Your perfume smelled so intoxicating, it drove him wild. The way you studiously jotted down notes was so adorable. Then class ended much to the man’s horror, he hadn’t written down a single thing but most importantly you gathered your things to leave without saying a word to him. He lingered in the classroom a bit, slowly shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack.
A couple days passed before he could see you again, and the whole time he found it difficult to think about anything else other than you. Sol was a bit angry at himself for not even speaking to you, that was his chance to reintroduce himself. He would talk to you next time, he promised himself.
The next class came and you were once again in the same predicament as last time. Arrived to class right before the bell went off and the only seat opened was next to the same guy as before. Not that you minded, he seemed nice enough. “Hey.” You greeted him quietly as you sat down before taking a seat. “Hi.” He returned your greeting quietly. He once again didn’t speak to you and that cycle went on for some time, before finally he had an excuse for the two of you to speak. He wasn’t sure why he kept shying away from you. Shit, he could barely even concentrate in class.
Then the next class came. “Everyone, please pair up with the person beside you, I want you and your partner to discuss today’s chapter.” The professor mumbled as he took a seat back down at his desk, immediately kicking his feet onto the desk and tapping away on his phone.
Turning around with a sigh you looked at your partner with a smile, “Hi. Thanks for always saving me a seat. I’m ______.” You introduced yourself, then gave the dark haired man an encouraging nod to speak. I know what your name is. He thought. Sol rubbed the back of his neck, nervously avoiding your eyes, his gaze fixated to the side. “Yeah it’s no problem. I’m..Sol.” He introduced himself back, hoping that maybe you remembered him.
“Nice to meet you, Sol.” You chimed in reply, holding your hand out. He looked at your hand, then back at you before he shook your hand back. “Yeah, same.” He said, a small smile making its way to his pierced lips. The moment your hands touched, he felt his heart do a leap, and without meaning to he held onto your hand for a bit longer than usual. Though upon realizing that, he quickly pulled his hand away. Either you didn’t mind or just didn’t notice it, as you immediately turned your attention back to the textbook. So you didn’t remember him, that was okay it’s not like he ever went out of his way to speak to you at the library.
“So, this chapter…” you began as you pushed the textbook to the center of the table so you both could share. Sol didn’t speak too much, he was more interested in what you had to say, he nodded attentively and hummed in acknowledgment when he agreed with something you said. The professor didn’t seem too interested in teaching class, so the reminder was spent just conversing. You giggled as Sol said something as you playfully slapped his arm, “What, no way? You did not!” You quietly exclaimed as Sol told you a story. He nodded, “Yeah I really did. It’s embarrassing but it’s the truth.” He laughed softly. Every single fucking thing was so adorable about you; your name, laugh, appearance, personality, every single thing was so adorable. Then just as Sol was about to open his mouth to speak again, the bell rang.
Jumping up in your seat, you pushed the chair back, quickly gathering your belongings. “I gotta go, Sol. But you’ll save me a seat again right? I really enjoyed talking to you.” You asked, looking at him with the cutest expression. “Yeah of course.” He reassured you. “Thanks, you’re the best!” You said and with that, you rushed out of the classroom.
As Sol finished gathering his own belongings, he noticed something sitting on your chair. Your jacket was left behind. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the classroom to see if he could catch up to you, but of course you were nowhere to be seen. ‘I’ll hold onto it. Give it to her next class.’ He thought to himself.
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“Woah, that's a cute jacket! You seeing a cute girl?” Hyugo asked his friend. The pair sat at their usual spot on the rooftop eating their lunches. Sol rolled his eyes, “No. The girl who sits next to me in art left it, I’m going to give it to her next class. I just didn’t want it to get lost.” He explained as he continued to eat. He could bring it to you at the library where you worked part time but no, he just wanted to hold onto a bit longer. It was a cute jacket, he couldn’t lie - it was black with striped sleeves and an adorable black cat patch was ironed onto the front. It suited you perfectly.
“Aren’t you so sweet?” Hyugo teased, causing his friend’s face to heat up. Sol grumbled under his breath as he just ignored the comment and continued to eat, only causing the other to laugh. As the bell rang, signaling that their final class of the day would begin and marking the end of their lunch break, the pair stood up. Sol gathered the bento boxes, placing them in his backpack.
“Are you doing anything after class?” Hyugo asked before they parted ways. Sol wasn’t, but he needed to spend some time alone, there was an issue he needed to take care of. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “Aw okay, I’ll just go to the arcade by myself then.” He shrugged before walking off.
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It was dark already when Sol arrived back to his small studio apartment, the short winter days meant it would always be night when he got home. The dark haired man sat his bag on a chair, taking out the bentos to wash. He remembered your jacket was still in his hands, so carefully he placed it on the top of the couch. And so he did his usual evening routine; cleaning dishes, cooking dinner and lunch. The television was playing a show he really had no interest in watching, but it was good background noise.
But he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, eyes flicking to the jacket on the sofa as he prepared his and Hyugo’s lunches. Sol felt the crotch of his pants tighten uncomfortably against him, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as his heart rate accelerated. But he remained focused just hurrying to finish dinner as soon as possible so he could shower and lay in bed. Tomorrow was early classes after all.
Finally after some time Sol had showered and flopped onto his bed, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he tried to focus on anything other than you. But his boxers were so incredibly tight, his erection wouldn’t go away no matter what he tried to do. It felt wrong to touch himself to you, so resisting the urge Sol finally fell asleep. Tonight at least he was able to resist the urge.
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The next day of classes came and nothing extraordinary happened. Sol couldn’t spot you anywhere, he supposed he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you and return the jacket. His evening routine was more or less the same, but as he laid in bed tonight, the urges were getting harder and harder to resist.
Sol tried to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else other than the raging erection in his pants right now. His gaze kept flickering to your jacket, he was reminded of how amazing you smelled. He just wanted to smell the perfume again, there was no harm in that…right? Quickly getting out of bed, he snatched your jacket from the couch, immediately pressing it to his nose. Oh god, you smelled so fucking good. He was intoxicated by the scent, his eyes rolling back as he took in your smell, and without even realizing what was happening, his hands trailed down his torso until they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. His long slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his erection.
Sol began to pump his cock, a whimper leaving him as his thumb grazed over his tip. Precum was already pooling at the slit, his face still buried in your cute jacket. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have his face buried in your hair, neck…your pussy. He fantasized how amazing you would taste as his face was between your thighs, he’d make you feel so good. He had wanted you for so long now.
“_____…._______….” Sol whimpered your name, scarlet eyes fluttering shut as his pace quickened. At this point he was panting heavily, a complete mess and if your mere scent was doing this to him, he couldn’t imagine how he’d act during the actual act. His cock twitched in his hand and legs trembled; he collapsed onto his knees. He was now thrusting himself eagerly into the palm of his hands, precum lubricating his cock. Sol’s moans echoed throughout the apartment and he felt the warm sensation building up in his core, then with one final thrust he came loudly. “Oh fuck ______!” He cried out, his cum making an absolute mess of his boxers.
Riding out his orgasm he finally came to a stop and dropped the jacket onto the floor. His chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, the whole of his body was a hue of red and warm to the touch. Dark hair sticking to his face from the beads of sweat that had formed. He made sure to toss your jacket onto the couch before he removed his hand from his boxers. A wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over him when he saw sticky cum coating his hand. I shouldn’t have done that. It felt so good though. He thought with a sigh as he stood to his feet. I should go wash up.
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Class was the next day, and that meant Sol could finally see you, he could return your jacket. He waited until after class, when you both were in the hallway. A part of him debated on not giving it back, he wanted it forever, to always have you with him, but he decided against it and it was worth it. The look on your face when he had handed you your jacket back was worth it. “Oh my gosh, Sol. I was so worried I had lost my favorite jacket forever. Thank you so much!” You exclaimed as you hugged him briefly, before you slipped it back on. “Yeah..of course. I tried looking for you yesterday to return it but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He explained. A tinge of red evident on his pale features as he was reminded of what he did the night before with it. He violated your poor jacket, but of course he would never tell you that.
You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively, “Sorry about that! I was in such a rush to leave. My other job needed me to cover a shift.” You explained. You had another job besides the library?
But he didn’t mind; he was just glad he could keep your jacket safe from anyone else. Fumbling in the pocket of your pants you pulled out your cell phone, “We should exchange numbers! Just in case one of us needs to get into contact with each other.” You suggested, swiping your finger across to unlock the device. He watched as you typed away on the screen before handing it to him.
Sol’s heart was beating so quickly now, you were really asking for his number? He looked a bit uncomfortable, like he was rejecting your offer, because you began to pull away your phone looking at the floor embarrassedly. “S-sorry. I shouldn’t ha-“ you began but he cut you off, gently snatching the phone from your hand. And within seconds he typed in his number, he already noticed you made a contact name for him. Sol ☀️
But something else caught his attention as he felt the phone vibrate in his hand.
Crowe 🐦⬛ : You’re still coming over tonight, right?
Something inside of the dark haired man awakened when he saw that text. He froze in place, his blush that tinted his features now went away. Who the hell is Crowe? He thought bitterly. Your boyfriend or a coworker? He only snapped out of his thoughts when you retrieved your phone back, your thumbs danced across the screen then he felt his pocket vibrate.
“Did you get it?” You asked curiously, tilting your head so cutely to the side. “L-let me check.” Sol quickly said and pulled out his phone. His boring black phone background was illuminated with your text.
Unknown: hii! it’s ______ :D
Without a moment of hesitation he saved your contact. ______ 🌙
His contact was saved with a sun by his name so it only made sense that you were the moon. With that, you two said your goodbyes and Sol watched as you walked down the hall, he stood in his spot with a small smile on his lips.
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It was the weekend which meant Sol would do his weekly cleaning of his apartment. Loud music echoed throughout the apartment as he cleaned, humming softly to himself. Something caught his eye as he was vacuuming under the couch, a small piece of rectangular plastic glittered as it caught the light from the ceiling fan. Crouching, he picked it up and his eyes widened instantly when he realized what it was. Your ID had fallen out from the pocket of your jacket, he assumed. And all of your information was on it.
“______ ______..” Sol whispered your full name. He didn't know what it was before. Your address was there too, and it looked recent, judging from the picture and expiration date. The card shook ever so slightly in his fingers as he was practically salivating that he would now be able to find so many more things about you.
Halting his cleaning for the day, he shut off the music and instantly opened up his laptop to begin searching your name online. Hours had passed, day turned into night. Sol’s scarlet red irises were glazed over, his lips dry and mouth a bit parched. He hadn’t left his laptop screen in hours, too engrossed with finding out every single detail about you. Your social media wasn’t private, how foolish of you. And he scrolled through the dozens of pictures you had posted, finding out everyone you associated it with. The page refreshed and a new picture was posted. You are with a group of people at what looked like a bar, with the caption: Love my friends!! Tonight was so fun, let’s do it again!! :D
Sol remembered the text from this “Crowe” earlier and he began to examine the picture, trying to find out who this Crowe was. His eyes narrowed when he saw the man next to you in the picture. A long haired brunette with tan skin, he swore he had seen that face before. This Crowe was behind your frame, hands resting on either of your shoulders. To anyone else they would have assumed that you and the man were friends, nothing in the pose indicated anything romantic, but to Sol it was too much. He didn’t want to see another man behind you touching you like that. Standing up he slammed his laptop shut and decided he needed to go to bed before he got too consumed by his jealousy and anger.
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As days turned into weeks, then eventually into months, Sol and you grew closer. You were regularly texting and hanging out. He had found out that your lunches consisted of junk food, and that was even if you brought lunch to campus. So he decided to start prepping your lunches, and even dinners as soon as he found out you ate cup noodles nearly every night. God, you were cute albeit a bit useless, he didn’t mind cooking for you, it only made him feel wanted - and the look on your face every time you ate his meals just made him filled with so much joy.
You were so kind and introduced him to your friend group, Crowe was kind enough and he kept his hands off of you in Sol’s presence. But he knew that man looked familiar, and Crowe looked at him with suspicious eyes and a fake smile. Sol only remained cordial with your friends though, if they made you happy he’d pretend to be friendly with them. But the man never returned your ID, it was his now. You complained about having to buy a new one, but he made sure to slip some extra cash into your backpack one day when you weren’t looking. The text he received that night was so adorable. “Omg Sol I found some cash at the bottom of my backpack. I’m eating good tonight! >:3”
It was so worth it. But Sol had a dirty secret that he couldn’t tell a living soul. He was slipping sleeping medication into the dinners he made you, he made a copy of your apartment key, and he was letting himself into your home every night. It was all in an attempt to make sure you were safe!
“My neighborhood is so unsafe. I really need to find somewhere else to live. There’s been so many recent break ins and assaults, and I live at ground level.” He remembered you complaining.
“You can stay at my place, _______. It’s a decent neighborhood. Lots of old people, so it’s quiet.” He offered.
“Sol! No, I can't do that. You already do enough for me. I got new locks on everything and alarms.” You retorted with a pout. He knew you wouldn’t change your mind, you weren’t that type of girl. You were independent, but that was okay. Sol would still keep an eye on you. Knowing you kept a spare key hidden away, he found it and while you were at work he had a copy made, then placed the key back without you being none the wiser.
Tonight wasn’t any different, Sol waited until you were asleep and he slipped into your quiet, dark apartment. He could navigate your home in the dark. That's how familiar he was with the layout, but the dim street lights also did aid him. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he quickly made his way in.
The streetlights illuminated your room, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, one hand hanging off the side of the bed and your blankets messily thrown on top of your body. In fact, the blankets barely covered any of your body. You wore an oversized t-shirt and the cutest panties - the shirt was raised and exposed your bare torso. “Were you waiting for me dear?” He whispered as he knelt down at your bedside. Folding his hands on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin on top, his gaze was so loving - but there was something so dark about the way he looked at you. Raising a hand up, Sol’s slender fingers brushed aside the hair on your face. “So cute…” he breathed out.
You shifted, your eyes squeezing shut as a quiet groan left your lips. When you moved through, your shirt lifted just a bit more, revealing your breast partially. Sol felt his face grow warm and he tried to avert his gaze, but it was like you were practically begging for him, looking so cute and innocent. He choked back a moan as he felt his dick get hard, his fingers wrapped around the wrist of your limp hand and he placed his cheek into your warm palm. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a content sigh, “You're asking me to do something, huh dear?” He mumbled. That had to be it or why else were you wearing such an outfit is that why you left your bedroom door opened? You were inviting him in, right?
Sol leaned down to press a kiss to your exposed neck, he nibbled softly at the skin. A quiet whimper escaping you as your brows furrowed. So cute. He thought, still nipping at the skin, leaving a faint red mark. His hand trailed down your neck until his fingers reached your breast, he gently massaged it for a brief moment. Another quiet whimper came from you. He let your hand that was cupping his cheek fall onto the bed for a moment, as his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants and with a swift motion his dick was out. Already hard from anticipation, he positioned himself in your hands, he laced both your and his fingers together. He let out a moan feeling your fingers wrapped around his dick.
His whole body shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, and he buried his face between your breasts to quiet his moans as he began to rock his hips back and forth. His sensitive tip fucked your palm as he moaned out your name from between your breasts. Tears pooling at the corner of his closed eyes as pathetic needy whimpers left him.
“You’re mine. Mine..you’re mine ______. I love you so much.” He cried as he felt himself about to cum. Then, with another thrust he came hard into your and his laced hands. As he calmed his breathing down he slowly lifted his head up, you were still asleep, oblivious to the lewd act he just made you do. “You’re so beautiful, dear. You feel so perfect.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
Standing up he pulled his pants back on, then walked to the bathroom to wash his sticky hands. Grabbing a rag he wet, he walked back to clean up the mess he left on your hands. “Crowe..the paper...” you mumbled in your sleep. Sol’s scarlet eyes widened in shock at the name, why were you talking about him when he was right here. His fists clenched and eyes narrowed, a dark cloud casting over his face. “You really ought to stop talking about him, dear. Crowe doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t understand you like I do.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You were just confused - that’s okay, Sol was patient. He leaned down to press a kiss against your lips once again before wishing you a good night. With that, he quietly slipped out of your apartment.
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The final day of class before winter break came the next day. You and Sol sat in art class together, sketching your final assignment. The classroom was quiet as everyone worked. You kept glancing at the dark haired man next you, a faint blush on your face as you remembered the brief dream you had of him last night. You dreamt that he was having sex with you, you heard his moans as he fucked you. Then, just before the dream actually got good, your mind decided that all of a sudden you were going to dream about you and Crowe finishing up your finals paper for English class that you had done earlier yesterday. God! Why did his stupid pretty face have to ruin the best dream you ever had!
Class couldn’t end any sooner and the Professor motioned for everyone to turn in their assignments. He reminded the students to check their emails during the winter break to see their grades. You quickly stood out of your seat, the chair nearly falling back as you fumbled with putting your things away. Sol noticed that something was off about you, you wouldn’t look at him at all. Surely you didn’t know what he did with you last night, right? He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you as you zipped up your backpack. “Want to go to the arcade?” He asked you suddenly, “Hyugo and I are going since classes ended early today. Like right now.” He added.
Snapping your head up, you actually looked at him for the first time today. Your eyes meeting his, “O-oh…umm. I’d love to but I don’t have any…money.” You mumbled, voice trailing off at the end. “Campus library let go of all the part timers a few weeks ago, remember? And my other job cut my hours. So it’s tight right now.” You sighed sadly. “I wasn’t asking you to pay. I just asked if you wanted to come with us?” He said.
Sol noticed a strand of hair hanging in front of your face so reached a gentle hand up to brush it aside, tucking the strand behind your ear. “I’ll pay. You know I’ll always take care of you, ______.” He reminded you with a kind smile that made your heart flutter. It was something he always told you, you weren’t sure why he was so kind to you when you had nothing to offer him in return. You were a broke college student who couldn’t even cook your own meals. A faint blush dusted your cheeks as you shyly looked away, “O..okay. Then yes, I want to go.” You shyly said as you tugged at the sleeves of your favorite jacket.
“Alright, good. Here I’ll carry your bag. Hyugo should be waiting at the entrance.” Sol said, taking your bag from you with a swift motion. You tried to protest but he was already walking ahead so you were more focused on catching up to him.
The walk to the arcade didn’t take long, but you were shivering from the cold winter breeze. Sol noticed you shivering and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him. You looked up at him before looking away shyly. Once inside the arcade, the three of you played games for some time. You pointed at a claw machine, wanting to win the cute cat plushie, you tapped at the glass before looking back up at Sol with big pleading eyes. “Aw, it's so cute. Do we have enough coins to win it?” You asked excitedly. Sol patted his pockets and sighed, shaking his head. “No, but I can go get some more if you’d like?” He asked, he just wanted to see you happy.
Hyugo nodded, “Yeah let’s play some more games! Oh, let’s get some food too. I’m starving!” He exclaimed, nudging Sol’s side. Sol looked at you, waiting for your answer. “That sounds good to me. While you two do that, I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll meet you back here.” You said. The pair nodded and with that you went your separate ways.
You found the restroom. It was located in the back of the arcade and once done, you hummed quietly as you made your way back to the claw machine with the plushie you wanted. But you unbeknownst drew unwanted attention to yourself; you hadn’t even stepped a few feet back out of the bathroom when you were immediately cornered by a much taller and bigger man than yourself. He backed you in between two large pinball machines, leaving you trapped. “Hey sexy. You got a boyfriend?” He slurred, it was obvious he was drunk. He had both of his arms on either side of your head so you could barely move. “Not interested.” You spat as you tried pushing him away, but to no avail. That seemed to only anger him more as he lowered his face to be at eye level with you. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll treat you nicely.” He said, though this time his voice was much darker. The stench of alcohol lingered with every breath he took. You turned your face to the side, but that seemed to only anger him and this time he grabbed your jaw roughly in his hands, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t turn away, sweetheart. Just come on let me sh—“ he began, but suddenly his hand was ripped away from your face and you closed your eyes, fully expecting to get hit. You heard shouting and skin hitting skin, you still kept your eyes shut, flinching with every sound. The noise of the arcade was too loud and you slid down the wall, covering your face with your hands as you buried your face against your knees.
“Don’t you fucking touch her! I’ll kill you!” You heard a familiar voice shout, it was then you uncovered your face and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sol fighting with the man, both with bloody noses. Hyugo pulled Sol away while a random person held back the other man. The two men were still shouting curses at one another, though you were so overwhelmed you could barely understand what they were saying. You noticed Hyugo was having trouble holding back Sol, so you quickly scrambled to your feet and stepped in front of the dark haired man, pressing your hands against his chest. “Sol! *Enough!*” you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. The drunk man had lost his balance at some point and fell to the floor, but he was still threatening you and Sol. The man called you every name in the book, and he was mocking you - but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of here. There was a terrifying look in Sol’s scarlet eyes and it turned your blood cold. “Sol *please,* let’s just go.” You pleaded with him once again.
As soon as Sol heard your voice waver, he stopped and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and guilt as he realized that you were crying. He cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head, “No, no, no. Please don’t cry. I’m done. We can go.” He said in a panic, “He didn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t touch you?” He asked. You shook your head, “No. I’m okay.” You reassured him, just wanting to leave. Your lip quivered as you looked up at him and you simply nodded, taking his hand in yours as you dragged him out of the arcade. Though when Sol was certain you weren’t looking, he turned back to the man and spat at him before he followed you out.
Once outside you wiped your tears away with your jacket sleeve, smearing your makeup a bit in the process, but you didn’t care. You didn’t dare let go of Sol’s hand, afraid that if you did he would turn back and actually kill the man. Hyugo sighed, rubbing his temples, “We should leave before the cops get called.” He mumbled. Sol clicked his tongue in annoyance, “We didn’t do anything wrong. That low life touched ______. I just defended her.” He spat back. You tugged Sol’s hand, “I want to go home.” You sniffled. “I’ll walk her home. You go ahead, Hyugo.” He said. The blue haired man raised a brow, by the way he looked at his friend you sensed that maybe he didn’t want to leave him alone. “You’ll call right? As soon as you dropped ______ off at home?” He asked, his brows furrowing.
Sol had already wrapped his arm around your waist, your and his backpack slung over his shoulders. “Yeah, I will. See you later.” He said pulling you along to walk off in the other direction. Hyugo just nodded watching as you two walked off.
Sol didn’t let go of your waist for the whole walk home, he held you protectively, glaring at anyone who looked in your general direction. Once you arrived back at your apartment you fished around in your jacket pocket for your keys, eventually finding them and unlocking the door. “Do..do you want to come in?” You asked Sol shyly. You were really inviting him inside! He felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed nervously, “Sure.” He smiled and stepped inside after you, setting down the bags onto a stool by the door.
You untied your sneakers and left them at the door before you looked up at the tall man. “Do you want tea? Coffee?” You asked him.
“What do you want? I can start the water.” He asked you back.
“Tea sounds good. Something relaxing.” You replied, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. You poured water into the electric kettle on the countertop as you reached into the cabinets to grab two cups. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change real quick.” You smiled before walking off towards your bedroom to change. Sol already knew where everything was located, so he grabbed two tea bags, setting them into the ceramic mugs as he waited for the water to boil. Then a thought ran through his mind as his hand absentmindedly rested on his front pocket. You didn’t get to eat the dinner he made you for tonight which meant you wouldn’t sleep well.
So before the water was done boiling he pulled out a small bag in his pocket, and broke apart the sleeping pill, letting it dissolve in the hot water. He just wanted to make sure that you’d be able to sleep tonight was all.
When you walked back out of your room, your tea was already made and Sol was sipping on his as he leaned against the wall. He looked at your outfit, did you wear something like that on purpose to tease him? You wore tight shorts, a tank top, your favorite jacket unzipped, and the cutest bunny shaped slippers. “Thank you so much, Sol.” You smiled at him as you held the mug in your hands and slowly sipped on it. He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you.” He said returning your smile. You chatted with him for a while it was obvious that you were just stalling, you didn’t want him to leave. You were still shaken up from earlier, from both how Sol reacted and to what may have happened if he wasn’t there to save you from that man.
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You sat on the couch, legs crossed as some random show played quietly in the background. Sol sat across from you, you both had long finished your tea. He could tell you were getting a bit more sluggish, “I’m sleepy, Sol.” You yawned. “You should go..it’s getting late. Hyugo is probably worried about you.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. Sol frowned, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to make sure that you’re okay.” He replied back, he didn’t want to leave you alone.
“I’m okay. I just don’t want to be alone..” you sniffled. “I think someone has been breaking into my house.” You then said, flicking your gaze up to look at him with a worried expression. Sol froze, his breath hitched in his throat. “W..what? Why do you think that?” He asked, trying to remain calm. Folding your hands together in your lap, your eyes darted around before landing back on him, “Sometimes things are out of place.” Is all you said, “So please don’t leave me alone.” You then pleaded, suddenly leaning over towards him on all fours.
Sol’s eyes flickered to your face and to the gap between your shirt, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra and he shifted awkwardly in his spot on the couch as he tried to remaining eye contact with you. Placing a hand over his crotch, he let out a cough, a dark red blush making its way to his pale features. “Okay. I won’t. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He responded, a look of desperation in his eyes. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach when he said those words. Then your mind wandered back to the dream you had last night, you sat back legs now folded underneath you.
“Can you come lay down with me in bed?” You asked him, looking away shyly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stay up much longer. Plus it’s more comfortable than staying out here.” You added. Sol found it hard to even speak now, he nodded and bit his lip. You stood up and began to walk towards your bedroom, turning off the lights along the way. Before you rounded the corner you noticed that he was still sitting on the couch, “Are you coming? You don’t have—“ you began only to be cut off by him springing up, “I am.” He mumbled shyly as he followed you into your familiar bedroom.
Your bedsheets were messily strewn about on your bed, like always. Clothes tossed haphazardly throughout the room, he watched as you shrugged off your jacket, tossing it on the vanity chair and you kicked off your slippers. You crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over your cold body. “What do you usually wear to sleep, Sol?” You asked him curiously, waiting for him to come lay down as yet another yawn left you.
“My..boxers.” Sol replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your cute gaze. “You can sleep like that here. I don’t mind.” You mumbled motioning with your hand for him to come lay down. “A-are you sure?” He stammered, already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a bit in anticipation. “Mhm.” You hummed reassuringly, squeezing your legs together tightly. Sol wasted no time in taking off his clothes, it was a shame the room was so dimly lit so you couldn’t see him. He sat at the edge of the bed, still unsure of what he needed to do.
You tugged at his wrist, “Lay down with me. Under the blankets.” You encouraged him in a sleepy voice. He let you pull him down onto the bed, his heart was racing so fast he found it hard to breathe. As you both now laid under the covers he could feel your body heat, you were so close to him. Your bed wasn’t big by any means, so your bodies were practically touching. “I really like you, Sol.” You suddenly said, you weren’t sure why you blurted that out, maybe it was your drowsy drugged state that made you say something you didn’t mean to.
Sol’s eyes widened in shock as he turned his head to face you. He could make out your soft features from the dim city streetlights that peaked through the curtains. Your hand now was on his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was beating. “You take care of me. You’re so kind. I’ve never had anybody care for me like you do.” You mumbled, leaning over until your noses touched.
Sol raised a shaking hand to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I’ll always take care of you, ______. I’ll be here. No matter what.” He whispered back. His words were so kind and gentle, yet there was darkness in which he spoke. You blushed and looked away, your eyes closing shut as you finally closed the distance between your lips. You were a bit unsure on how to kiss him, not wanting to mess with his lip rings too much, but as soon as your lips met something clicked inside the raven haired man.
He returned your kiss desperately, not wanting to stop. Were you really doing this? Was this seriously happening?! He thought. It was a shame you were half asleep, but it still didn’t stop you from your next move. You rolled onto of him, your legs straddling his waist as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with inexperience. It wasn’t like Sol minded though, he was also just as inexperienced. His hands were on your waist, fingernails digging into your soft skin as he let out a needy whimper when he felt you grinding against his dick.
“Do you like me, Sol?” You asked him, breaking away from the kiss for a few moments as you continued to grind against him. When he took too long to answer you paused and lifted yourself up about to get up. Feeling utterly rejected by him, humiliated. But his hands slammed you back down on top of him. A crazed look on his face, “Y-yes I do. I like you. You’re my soulmate, ______.” He desperately spoke, his eyes flickering trying to read your expression. All you heard was “yes”, as you began to fade in and out of consciousness, despite desperately trying to stay awake.
“G..good.” You mumbled against his lips, beginning to grind against him again as you cupped his face. Sol returned your kisses as he let out whiny moans of your name, begging you for more. He wanted to feel your pussy, god knows how long he had waited to fuck you. His hands let go of your hips and now tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He managed to slip them off and when he felt how wet your panties were a pathetic whimper left his lips. He pushed your panties aside and now he could really feel how wet your pussy was. His dick pushed between your folds, you shivered as you felt his tip slide over your clit. “S-sol.” You whimpered his name.
Oh god, just you saying his name so lewdly was almost enough to push him over the edge. “A-ah.” He cried out as he felt your pace quicken. He loved the way you were using him, like he was nothing more than a toy for you to hump to reach your orgasm. The head of his dick was so sensitive and he felt your clit rubbing against it. “I..I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. Sol’s fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he bucked his hips upward. “I-I wanna fuck you…please. Feel your pussy…please.” He begged, biting your lip. But you ignored him continuing to grind against his hard dick as your moans became a bit louder, your thighs shaking. You could feel yourself about to cum, but Sol suddenly let out a yell. “A-ah ahh ______.” He cried as his hot cum shot out. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as tears pooled in the corner of them, his back arched, and fingernails scratching your thighs enough to leave a mark and draw some blood. His body shook under yours.
You felt the warm sensation rising from your core, your clit becoming more sensitive by the seconds. Sol’s thick cum now providing more lubrication. His whimpering of your name and pleading was enough to push you over the edge and moments later you joined him in his orgasm. You cried out his name as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Honestly you weren’t sure if you were or not, your mind was so hazy. Then you suddenly came to a stop, your body shaking a bit as your eyes closed shut.
Sol caught his breath, his hands rubbed up and down your back and he realized you had fallen asleep. The medicine had taken its full effect. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing a kiss on top of your head a content smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine…you’ll never have to be alone again.” He mumbled against your hair. His scarlet eyes gazing at the ceiling as you were fast asleep against his chest. At some point he fell asleep still holding onto you, with his dick between your thighs.
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You had awoken the next morning a bit groggy, you realized you were in bed with someone and you stared down in horror as you realized that you had slept with Sol. You only remembered bits and pieces of the nights before, and your sticky panties confirmed that you two had been intimate in some way. You wiggled out of his strong arms as quietly as you could and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your phone careful to not wake him up.
After you cleaned yourself up and changed, you sat on the ledge of the bathtub typing away rapidly on your phone.
Crowe I NEED YOU NOW!!!!
What’s up? You okay?
NOOO. I think I just messed up. I think I ruined a friendship.
Woah calm down, ______. Is this about him?
YES. Can we meet up at the cafe? Please. Right now.
Yes. I’ll be there in a few.
Thanks.
With that you clicked your phone shut and quickly got dressed into your clothes from yesterday, not wanting to disturb Sol’s sleep. You peeked into your room and still saw him resting. You left the house getting your wallet and keys and tossing them into your jacket.
Sol woke up not long after you had left the house and when he didn’t feel your presence he immediately shot up in bed, panic beginning to set in. Where were you?! He grabbed his phone getting ready to dial your number when he saw a text appear on the screen.
I’ll be back soon. :3
He calmed down a bit, laying the phone in his lap as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Why didn’t you tell him you had somewhere to go? Why would you leave alone in the morning after everything that had happened last night? It was then he felt a bit angry, wondering why you were sneaking around. Snatching his phone back up he called you but you kept ignoring his calls, finally though you answered.
“Hello.” Your voice came through on the other end, there was also another voice on the other end too. It was one he recognized. It was Crowe. He felt himself grow even more angry as jealousy filled him. Why the hell are you with him?!
“Who are you with?” Sol asked, his voice as sickly sweet.
“Shhhh be quiet. Yeah, hi Sol, I’m with a friend. Don’t worry, I’ll be back home soon.” He heard you shushing Crowe. His grip tightened on the phone, if he squeezed any harder he may have shattered the screen. “When will you be back? Where are you?” He asked, this time his tone wasn’t as sweet.
“Sol…please don’t worry about it. I promise I’ll be back home soon. I gotta go.” You reassured him before hanging up.
Sol was furious, he slammed the phone face down onto the night stand, the glass screen shattering. Why is he interfering? Why does she keep hanging out with him? Doesn’t he know ______’s mine?! So many jealous thoughts flowed through his head as he quickly got dressed. He freshened himself up before he left your apartment, storming on the busy streets. What you hadn’t known was that Sol had installed a tracker on your phone many nights ago. He was really trying to give you the chance to tell him where you were without having to resort to using the tracker, but you wouldn’t tell him. He had no other choice but to use it, and make sure you were okay. He had to make sure that filthy Crowe wasn’t touching you. And he needed to show the brunet who you belonged to.
It was a rainy day and he didn’t care if he got wet, he was determined to find out where you were. The tracker led him to a busy coffee shop where he saw you and Crowe sitting near the window. His scarlet eyes met bright blue ones, belonging to the last person he wanted to see. Sol’s eyes narrowed, and all the brunet did was return a sly smirk before mouthing something to you. You whipped your head around just as Sol stormed into the coffee shop, immediately making his way to the table you two sat at. He tried to maintain his composure, his chest rising with every deep breath he took as he glared at the man sitting across from you.
“Sol? H-How did you know I was here?” You asked him in shock. He ignored your question continuing to glare daggers at Crowe, who sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Hey there. Care to join us?” He asked with a polite smile, motioning with his hand to the available seat.
“No. ______, we’re going home. Now.” Sol demanded, now turning to look at you. He grabbed your wrist and you tried to jerk away, “Ow, Sol!” You cried out, which caused him to immediately drop your hand. “Are you okay?” He asked, his angry expression now etched into worry. You frowned, rubbing your wrist, “Y..yeah. I told you I’d be gone later. Please stop this.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes.
“You should be gentle with her, Sol.” Crowe scolded half heartedly. “______, you should go. Don’t keep him waiting. We can talk soon, I have to get to work anyways.” He smiled warmly at you.
“But I—“ you stammered, but the brunet cut you off with a wave. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just remember what we talked about, okay?” He winked, it was purposeful, he was trying to get under Sol’s skin and it was working.
Sol grabbed your wrist a bit more gently this time as you stood up, “We’re leaving. Bye.” He spat, glaring at the man as he dragged you out of the coffee shop. All the while Crowe watched with furrowed brows and a forced smile. He didn’t like Sol, he didn’t like him at all. But whatever made you happy, he’d tolerate.
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Sol was dragging you down the street as you squirmed under his tight grasp on your wrist. The whole time you demanded to know what had gotten into him! This wasn’t the Sol you knew. Ever since the arcade, you noticed a sudden shift in his personality, it was instantaneous. As you two arrived back at your apartment, he shoved you inside with a forceful hand, slamming and locking the door shut. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sol?!” You screamed at him as you tossed your phone, keys, and wallet onto the kitchen counter.
Sol’s eyes were narrowed still as he walked towards you, instinctively you stumbled backwards until you found yourself with your back pinned against the wall with nowhere to go. His tall frame towering above you. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one sneaking around with that bastard.” He hissed as he slammed his palms on either side of your head, pinning you between his arms. “I’ve tolerated him long enough. Doesn’t he know you belong to me?! I’m the one that’s caring for you and protecting you. While he does nothing.” He snapped angrily.
You cowered beneath him, beginning to grow a bit scared, “Y-you’re scaring me, Sol.” You whimpered. He clicked his tongue in annoyance; he didn’t like you pretending to be innocent in all of this. Perhaps you and that bastard needed reminding of who you belonged to. Sol crashed his lips against yours roughly, you felt his tongue trace the bottom of your lip. But when you were tightening your lips together to deny him, he bit your lip causing your lips to part open in surprise and with that his pierced tongue forced its way into your mouth. One hand on your jaw forcing your head to tilt up. You tasted like coffee and sugar, he didn’t mind at all though. It suited you.
You cried against him. He was being so forceful it was terrifying. He pulled away panting heavily, a string of saliva connecting your and his lips. His hand was still firmly holding your chin. “I don’t think you realize, dear. That you’re mine. No one else can have you. Ever. I won’t allow it.” He muttered. He noticed that your eyes were watery and a sympathetic smile made its way to his pierced lips. “Aww..please don’t cry, baby. I don’t want to make you cry. I promise I’ll make you feel good. You just need to be reminded that you’re mine.” He said in a gentle voice as his thumb wiped away your tears.
“I’m scared.” You whimpered.
Sol leaned down to press a much more gentle kiss to your lips, “You won’t be for long. You’ll be feeling so good in a minute.” He purred and with that he picked you up holding you so gently in his arms bridal style as he continued to kiss your lips. Once inside the bedroom he tossed you onto the bed and hovered over you beginning to tug at the waistband of your pants. “N-no Sol.” You whined but your arousal said otherwise. The truth was you were so turned on by him. You had wanted him in this way for so long.
Sol ignored your pleas and within a couple minutes he had you stripped of your clothes. You laid on your back on the bed as you looked at his nearly naked body, he stood only in his boxers. And now with the sun peeking through the blinds basking the room in a bright light you saw just how big Sol was. His body was well toned, just perfect. You saw the erection in his pants and you swallowed nervously at just how big he was. You weren’t sure if he was even fully hard yet.
You didn’t get to stare at him for too long though as he got to his knees, kneeling in front of your legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good dear. You won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” He said it almost came out as a warning. His slender hands pushed your legs apart and the look of pure lust was on his face. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands but he wouldn’t let you. “So pretty.” He whispered. God, he dreamt for so long to be buried between your thighs eating you out.
You jumped when you felt Sol’s tongue licking your pussy, the muscle dragging slowly between the slit. You felt the cold metal piercing drag along sending a shiver up your spine. He let out a moan as he tasted you. God, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined. He pushed your legs further apart and spread open your pussy, you squirmed a bit at being so exposed. Your hands balled up the fabric of the bed sheet beneath you as you felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. You knew you messed up when you gave him that reaction, because he immediately began to suck at your sensitive clit, rolling his piercing over it every single time causing you to moan louder. His tongue moving from teasing your clit to probing your wet hole. He wanted to taste every bit of you, this was pure bliss for the raven haired man.
“So good.” Sol praised. It was hard to focus as he sucked the sensitive bud, your head spinning as your legs quivered. He wouldn’t let you close your legs, no matter how much you tried. His tongue worked so expertly, he knew exactly how to get you whimpering under him. “Sol!” You yelped when you felt his tongue enter you, causing your hips to buck and your back to arch. It was such a strange feeling but god it felt so good. He was trying to fuck you with his tongue. Your hands tangled in his dark loose hair as you tilted his head back up to focus on your clit. “I-I’m gonna..” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm sensation began to build more and more. Your breathing became more frantic and with another roll of his pierced tongue against your clit, your legs closed, Sol’s face still between your thighs as you held him there cumming all over his face. You were practically screaming his name as he continued to suck on your overstimulated clit. You begged him to stop, so he did and instead decided to clean you up.
Sol’s tongue lapped up every last bit of your juices, you tasted so amazing. He was drunk off of your scent—taste. Everything about you drove him crazy. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, licking your pussy and letting you cum all over his face. He was yours to use. “N-no more. Please.” You begged, your body falling limp.
Sol gave you one last taste, his tongue swiping up the full length of your pussy before he sat up. He licked his wet lips, “See..I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, dear.” He said matter of factly. He stood up pulling down his boxers revealing his hard dick. When you looked at him you nearly choked on your own spit. How the hell were you supposed to take him? He hadn’t stretched you out with his fingers to prepare you. “I-I can’t take you without—“ you began. But Sol leaned forward kissing you, shutting you up. “It’s okay. I’ll be slow.” He mumbled against your lips.
His tall frame towered above you, it was so intimidating, the way he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a small smile on his face. His arms were on either side of you pinning you between him. You felt the tip of his dick poke at your entrance. Sol continued to gently kiss you as he pushed himself inside you, he let out quiet whimpers as slowly filled you up. His body shuddered at the sensation, your tight pussy was everything he had ever dreamed off. “Fuck…oh god you feel so good, ______.” He moaned as he sat up now. Placing his hands on your inner thighs, he spread your legs apart as far as he could without hurting you. He wanted to see how well you took him.
Inch by inch Sol sank into you, it was agonizing how slow he went but by the look on his face he was savoring every moment. He was panting quietly trying to control himself, he did want to hear his soulmate after all. You squirmed under his strong grasp as he filled you up beyond belief. You weren’t ready to take him, he was so big it hurt. “S-Sol.” You cried, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you felt the tip hit deep inside, causing you to flinch in pain.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so well, dear.” He praised you. And without warning Sol snapped his hips back and slammed back into you, causing you to yelp. He couldn’t resist himself as he began to roughly fuck you. His fingernails digging into the soft skin of your thighs and quiet moans left him. He stayed quiet because he wanted to hear your sweet sounds.
He watched the face you made as every single time he hit that sweet spot of your pussy. The way your lips parted as you moaned his name and the how your back arched as he fucked you. The way your breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He noticed the creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock. You felt so perfect, it was as if..”We were made for each other, ______.” He whispered. Sol let go your thighs, confident that you’d keep your legs spread out. He now cupped your breasts, fingertips lightly teasing your perked nipples as he watched you shudder under his touch.
Sol frowned, “Something’s missing.” He said in between pants as he continued to relentlessly fuck you. His pace was not slowing down at all, you were exhausted already, your pussy ached from how hard he was slamming into you. You weren’t sure you’d even be able to walk in the morning. “W-what?” You asked confused by what he meant but he didn’t answer you, instead leaned down to bite your neck. You cried out in surprise. He actually bit you. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck, not caring if he hurt you. After all, everyone needed to know you were his.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you squeezed your eyes shut, tears now running down your face. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped one hand between your thighs. You body twitched when you felt the pad of thumb rub your clit, all the while he never stopped fucking and marking you. He let out a low laugh when he felt your body twitch underneath him.
Sol could tell you were close to coming, by how your breathing became more erratic, how you held him closer. “Are you going to cum for me, dear?” He asked. You didn’t say anything, which annoyed the dark haired man. He sat up, ripping himself from your grasp and stopped rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. “You need to answer me.” He growled and just to emphasize the point, he pulled nearly all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. You cried loudly, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, “Y-yes. I wanna cum for you, Sol.” You whimpered, looking up at him with the cutest expression.
Sol smiled lovingly at you, satisfied with your answer, “You’re so cute when you beg, dear.” He spoke gently and with that he returned to stimulating your clit. Your mind was hazy as you felt your orgasm building up, you were only focused on one thing and that was coming. Your hands reached up to dig their fingernails in the skin of his bicep. “You’re so close. I can tell. Just cum for me. Please. I want to feel it so bad.” Sol begged in a whiny, desperate tone as he quickened his pace. And just like that you practically screamed his name, your body shaking as you came around his cock.
You orgasming and screaming his name was the most beautiful thing Sol had ever witnessed. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, it was better than he could ever imagine. He felt your pussy tighten around him and soon after he was coming too. Sol threw his head back as his dick twitched, coating your insides with thick cum. He was buried deep inside you, holding your thighs firmly so he could adequately fill you up. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty, full of my cum.” He mumbled, gazing down at you now.
Sol gently pushed your legs apart as he pulled out of you and watched in awe as his cum leaked out of your tight pussy. It was a heavenly sight. He sighed in satisfaction, flopping down onto the bed as he wrapped his arms around your tired body, pulling you onto his chest. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you clung into him tightly. “No one will ever make you feel this good, dear. You were made for me. We’re soulmates.” Sol said barely above a whisper as he gazed at the white ceiling. “You’re mine. I won’t ever let anyone come between us. Ever. I love you so much, ______.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His embrace tightening around you when he said that.
There was something threatening about the way Sol spoke. You were a bit scared, but you had no reason to be, right? He just loved you and you loved him. “I love you, Sol.” You sniffled. Sol just smiled at your words. He finally had you all to himself.
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