⋆˚࿔Sol and act of intimacy with you <3
𑣲synopsis: drabbles between Sol Brugmansia and his darling pumpkin doing acts of intimacy that borderline domestic
note: it's two drabbles in one post cause I'm too lazy to format two posts!! ˙𐃷˙ ermm and see A/N at end for my other thoughts if you want. (still cringe btw ok bye now happy reading)
Thinking about Sol with a reader who loves fixing jewelry . . .
Sitting on the roof with Sol wasn’t something you were new to; in fact, you were used to it. This one desolate rooftop was the sanctuary the two of you needed from the outside world. No violence, no hierarchy, just peace. Sol was busy rambling about what he might make for dinner the next time he came over – granted, he didn’t drug me again, the sunlight causing the smallest glint every so often of his lip piercing to draw my attention back to him.
I wasn’t purposefully ignoring him or not even trying to look at his face but it was just the key hanging on his necklace was just a off center by the teeny tiniest amount…he wouldn’t mind if I just–
I didn’t think that if he was so engrossed in his talking that he would notice me reaching my hands out to fix his necklace for him
“I just wanted to fix your necklace it was bothering me a little bit”
“So does my lip piercing not being in the middle bother you as well”
“I didn’t mean it like that”
“Go ahead I love having your hands anywhere near my throat”
Pushing past the mental block that was Sol flustering me, I continued to adjust the key on his necklace until it was finally in a position that made me feel better. Causing Sol to flush across his face the entire time I invaded his personal space.
What about Sol and a reader who loves to read together . . .
Ahhh, Friday evening! A perfect day to enjoy all by yourself and revel in the amount of personal space you have, and for Sol to also revel in the amount of your personal space he takes up.
Lying on the bed, book in hand, window cracked open to let in some evening air in… and apparently your boyfriend as well?
“You have the key to my apartment and yet you still choose to creep through my window like some pervert”
“Guilty as charged, plus I like to seeing you flustered”
Sol was going to be the death of you. A sweet, green, and black-haired death. But death, regardless.
In one swift motion, he hoists himself through your window and immediately plops down next to you on the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist as if you’d disappear the moment he put his hands on your body. The way he lies so pathetically on your bed tugs at your heartstrings in the slightest bit, leading to you threading your fingers through his black and green locks with one hand while the other busies itself with holding the latest book you're reading.
“What could possibly be more interesting in that book than me, Pumpkin?”
“Nothing, it's just a good part.”
Sol hums at your answer, not entirely content that his beloved Pumpkin would rather interest themselves with ink on paper, spilling a story that he could tell you with more passion than silent words ever can.
“Since you're so busy with your book instead of your doting and caring boyfriend in front of you care to read it to me?”
Sol’s statement wasn’t a suggestion so much as a command. A reminder that he is yours and you are his. But you aren’t against the idea at all. It's almost domestic in the way he yearns for your attention in every action you take.
“Fine,” you say, settling on a position that allows for Sol’s arms to continue to stay wrapped around your waist but gives you just enough wiggle room to sit up and properly read to him.
For once in his life, Sol believes he can fall in love with your voice all over again, listening to how animated you get during certain parts and the fleeting glances you toss his way just to make sure he’s really paying attention.
“Go on Pumpkin, my attention is all yours”
a/n: Well hello there! I have been gone for some time since school has been kicking my butt but (hehe) I am almost done with my final year of high school !! To celebrate this impending idea I wanted to spread some of my domestic thoughts about Sol! <3
p.s. the formatting for all the gradient text genuinely made my mac crash three times...
divider creds: @cursed-carmine
