𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: Do you know what would bring two enemies together? A movie day!
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: pure smut, nothing else-
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𝕊𝕠𝕝 𝕩 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕖 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
𝟙𝟠+ !!ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊!!
ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: I was making this while I was sick before (I got over being sick only to freaking become sick AGAIN!) But it's not that bad this time. It's what happens when you have a horrible heart and a bad immune system TvT
I wrote this because I needed practice for my smut scenes so...
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Anyways, here you go, for all my Sol and Crowe fans!
Enjoy!!~
You’ve had… better ideas than this.
Much better ideas than this. And regretted a few. But you couldn’t decide if this was a regrettable decision or the best decision you’ve ever made. All you tried to do was to get your two guy best friends to get along, is that too much to ask?
Apparently it is.
That morning, you had texted both of them separately, asking them to come over around noon for a movie you bought the day before. Sure, you didn’t say that the other one was coming as well, but there wasn’t any harm in a surprise, was there? At least you didn’t think so.
Crowe was the first to show up, ten minutes early. Not that it had bothered you. You had told him to wait on the couch while you finish getting everything ready. And he did just that, waiting patiently, thinking that it would be only you two. Until there was another knock on the door five minutes later, and it was none other than Sol. Who else would it have been, really?
But as soon as the two guys saw each other, the room felt… tense. You could probably cut through the air with a knife from how suffocating it was.
You were sitting in between them on your couch, the movie playing in front of you three, but no one was watching it. Sol was busy throwing glares in Crowe’s direction. Crowe was trying to focus on the movie, but obviously couldn’t because of Sol. And you were just.. there. Right in the middle of their… whatever this was they were doing.
This was so bad. You just wanted them to get along for one afternoon.
You reached for the popcorn on the coffee table, picking it up and offering some to Crowe first, being polite, trying to break the very uncomfortable silence.
“Would you like some popcorn?” You gave him a gentle smile that made his heart skip a beat. Of course he took some, because it was you that was offering it to him. But the death glare Sol gave him didn’t go unnoticed from either of you.
You turned and offered some to Sol. “Popcorn?”
He tore his gaze from Crowe to you, a gentle smile on his lips the moment he looked at you. He shook his head, not voicing his answer before going back to glare at Crowe for even existing in your presence.
And with that, the tension is back. You tried to ignore it, eating some popcorn of your own until Sol grabbed your wrist suddenly, making both you and Crowe look at him.
“Pumpkin, your fingers are dirty,” His red-orange eyes flicked to Crowe for a brief moment, as if making sure he was looking before looking back to you. “Let me clean you up.”
You blinked in confusion, unsure of what he meant by that. “Sol, what are you–” Without letting you finish your sentence, he brought your index and middle finger up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the pad of your fingertips, tasting the buttery and salty goodness of the popcorn and you.
Your face burned as he licked and gently sucked on your fingers, his eyes closing as he savored the taste, humming softly around your fingers, the vibrations sending shivers through your nerves. The warm and wet feeling of his mouth making gentle sucks sent a soft yet audible shudder through your body.
Sol finally pulled your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your wet fingers, breaking as he opened his eyes, his face left flushed. Yet his eyes bore into yours, his pupils dilating the longer he looked at you.
Crowe’s expression was horrified at the sight before him. He couldn’t form a single thought other than the image of Sol’s mouth on your fingers burned into his brain. Was Crowe going to let this stand? No. This was war.
You felt Crowe gently grab your jaw, turning your head to face him. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes seemingly darker than you remembered them being before.
“Starlight, you have a little something right–” He leaned in, his hand on your jaw tightening slightly, ensuring you wouldn’t pull away. “There.” His tongue licked the corner of your mouth suddenly, making your breath hitched from the contact.
Crowe gazed over to Sol, noticing how very closely Sol was watching. Sol’s eyes narrowed at Crowe, but it didn’t scare him. Not one bit.
As soon as Crowe pulled away, Sol let go of your wrist and took your face in his hand, turning your face to him a little too roughly before his mouth crashed into yours, muffling your gasp. Sol never looked away from Crowe as he kissed you, watching as Crowe’s face crumbled from watching you two.
It was a war. A war of taking turns on kissing them, of who would get your attention more than the other. And the kissing soon turned into groping and grabbing, a race to see who would be able to take your clothes off first. A race to get you into your bedroom while trying to kiss and touch you.
It was happening so fast that you didn’t know how to process everything, didn’t know who to touch first, who to kiss back. You thought you could feel one of them biting your skin, but you couldn’t tell who it was, not with both of their mouths on you.
When you felt them pulling you down on your bed, Sol tried to take over first, kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth, letting you feel his pierced tongue exploring yours. Then you felt Crowe’s tongue on your body, his smooth and wet tongue running up your ribcage until his mouth found your nipple—capturing it and giving it a gentle suck, making you cry out against Sol’s mouth from the feeling. It was an intense sensation yet you didn’t want it to stop.
That would be a crime if they stopped now.
Sol’s hand slid down your stomach, then lower, before dipping between your legs, making you gasp as his middle finger rubbed up and down your slit, gathering enough wetness before bringing that finger up to his lips, pulling back from you to lick his finger. The soft hum of approval made your stomach clench from anticipation.
Crowe noticed your attention wasn’t on him, making him gently nip at your wet peak, making it ache more before he soothed it with his tongue. You groaned, tearing your gaze from Sol to Crowe, feeling him dragging his tongue from your hardened nipple and up to your neck, gently starting to suck on the hollow spot near your collar bone.
Sol watched for a moment, watching how the person he hated most left a dark red mark on the person that he loves most. It was unacceptable.
He moved down on your body, placing wet open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, moving lower until his head was between your legs. His hands opening your thighs more for him, fingertips digging into your skin as he buried his face into your wet cunt, his tongue licking up your wetness.
“Ah!~” You tilted your head back on your bed, your legs instinctively moving to close around Sol’s head, but he kept them open as he ate you out—licking and swirling his tongue as if trying to taste all of you, inside and out. As if he was eating something for the first time in a long time.
Crowe lifted his head up from your neck, smashing his lips into yours, nipping at your bottom lip before letting his tongue slide into your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making. The sounds you were making because of Sol.
It was so… erotic. How they fight over you, your attention, your lust. You wanted more, to see how far you could take them before they break. Before they tried to tear each other apart before either of them got inside you.
You leaned into the kiss, one hand coming up and into his hair, kissing Crowe back deeply and desperately. He groaned against your mouth, one hand coming up and gently grabbed your hardened nipple in between his index finger and thumb. He gently twisted it, making a moan rip from the back of your throat, arching into his touch.
Sol noticed. Of course he did. You wanted him to notice.
Sol doubled his efforts, moving his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, making you feel the ball on his tongue gently scratching you in the most pleasurable way imaginable.
You tore your lips from Crowe’s, a moan breaking free, a moan that made both Sol and Crowe’s cocks stir in their pants. Crowe gently grabbed your face again, turning you so you could kiss him again.
“Pay attention, my Starlight.” He whispered against your lips, but Sol heard. And he hated it.
Sol got up then, his mouth and tongue no longer giving you the pleasure that you so desperately wanted. He shoved Crowe a little but still hard enough to make him stop kissing you to look at the angry man.
“Hey, be careful.”
“You. Why can’t you just go away? Why are you always around like a damn fly?”
Crowe gave him a confused look, unsure what he meant, but Crowe didn’t really care right now. He turned back to you, seeing the rise and fall of your chest, your flushed and pouty face before looking back at Sol.
“Hate me all you want, but I only care about her.” He gently cupped your chin, squishing your cheeks a little, making you look even more cuter to them. “You can either continue what you were doing or move out of the way and let me do it. I have no doubt that after a few licks from me she’ll cum sooner.”
If Sol didn’t hate Crowe before, he definitely does now.
As if taking his challenge, Sol leaned down and pushed his tongue back into you, making you whimper from the wet sensation again. Crowe went back to what he had been doing; teasing your aching breasts, kissing you breathlessly.
The sensations were too much, too much for your mind to comprehend, too much for your body to adjust and to handle. Especially all at once. But then Sol’s tongue found your clit, using the ball on his tongue to tease it, flicking against it.
It was overstimulating. You didn’t know when or how it happened so quickly; your body became tense, tilting your head back as a hoarse cry came out of you as waves of pleasure crashed into you, seeping deep into your nerves and bones. And the evidence of it was all over Sol’s mouth and face.
Your body went limp on your bed as Sol leaned upwards, licking his lips with another hum of approval. You panted heavily, feeling Crowe’s fingertips dance along your burning hot skin. Teasing your nerves.
“I think that took a lot out of her.” You heard Crowe say, his voice soft and gentle, like a warm blanket after a cold shower.
“It looked like it did… but I think she can handle more.”
You lifted your head when Sol said that, looking at him as if he was crazy. Well, he was insane. For you. They both were.
Crowe looked down at you, gently cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.
“Can you handle more, my Goddess?”
The way he asked that, the way he worded it made you want to submit to whatever they wanted. To anyone else, it may have seemed like he was giving you a choice. But you knew you didn’t, but Crowe wasn’t the type to take like Sol was. He wanted you to say it. To voice that you want more from them, to take whatever they wanted to give to you willingly.
“Y-Yes…” You stuttered out, despite your core aching and your body in bliss. You still wanted more. You wanted all of them.
Crowe’s lips twitched as he tried to conceal his smirk, moving a hand down to undo his dress pants.
“Whatever my sweetheart wants.~”
You felt Sol’s hands running up your thighs, moving to grip your hips and suddenly pulled you down closer to him. You whined at the feeling of his bulge in his jeans pressing against your wet core.
In that moment, you knew that you did indeed have a bad idea making them come over for a movie. But it wasn’t regrettable. No. Far from it.
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈: sol x gn! reader · crowe x gn! reader · smut · kink exploration · 3am reading vibes · short & sweet headcanons · playful teasing · canonical + headcanon mix · reader as observer · light dom/sub undertones · spicy content · slightly unhinged fantasies
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Ah, kinks—everyone’s got ’em, especially us fanfic addicts. Soft, spicy, or delightfully unhinged, there’s always that one thing that hits just right. You know the vibe: it’s 3 AM, you’re scrolling AO3, Tumblr, or Wattpad, hunting for that one trope that makes your brain and heart go yep, that one. Guilty? Same.
For this little experiment, I mashed a bit of canon with my own headcanons for Crowe and Sol—because why not? This time, I narrowed it down to just four kinks, short, sweet, and spicy.
Buckle up—it’s gonna be a fun ride.
𝓌𝒸: 19k
Starting, I’ve noticed that TKATB fans have their unique preferences when it comes to Sol or Crowe.
For example, fans who gravitate toward Sol tend to enjoy the idea of him being dominant—whether it’s being in control of him or just envisioning him taking charge. It’s that mix of power and intensity that gets people excited. You know who you are, you freaks!
On the other hand, fans of Crowe are drawn to his reliability, his deep understanding, and his caring nature. He’s willing to guide you through anything, offering both emotional support and strength. It’s comforting, isn’t it? And yes, I’m a freak too—I get it.
✑ 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒
Naturally, I had to start with the man himself—Jericho, or Crowe, as he's known. Though the details are still unclear, he exudes a mysterious, almost savior-like presence. I WANNA KNOW SO BAD.
His style is effortlessly sharp, and his quiet confidence makes him instantly trustworthy. Reliable, steady, and composed, Crowe is the perfect support when life feels overwhelming. His charm is subtle, blending good looks with an alluring personality—irresistible, without ever being flashy.
Now, let’s address the question: Can you see Crowe as kinky?
At first glance, no. Not. To a stranger, he’s too put together, with not even the faintest hint of anything unconventional beneath the surface. But as you get to know him, that answer begins to shift. Slowly, subtly, he reveals a side of himself that hints at complexity—an edge just beneath his polished exterior. However, don’t expect anything extreme or overtly wild.
What he does reveal is never too much but always just enough to leave you captivated—and maybe, just maybe, a little curious.
✑ Vanilla (Soft Dom…)
For Crowe preferences!!
He's the ultimate soft, warm partner. Like, you just know he's all about the quiet, comforting vibes. No crazy power dynamics or rough kinks—he's all about that steady, affectionate love. It's Vanilla, but in the best way possible, full of layers. He’s not rushing anything, just enjoying the little things, taking his time, and making sure you feel heard and cherished.
When you're with him, it's all slow and gentle—he’s not here for intense extremes. His love is patient, thoughtful, and wrapped in warmth. Every touch, every word, is like a soft caress, just so deliberate and tender.
And honestly? There's no need for anything crazy. Crowe's happy to explore your connection, build that trust, and just savor the passion that grows naturally between you two. It's the kind of love that builds and lingers long after.
Now… Crowe might be a soft dom—nah he IS A SOFT DOM.
Crowe’s not the type to push you past your limits just for the thrill of it. He’s not into playing mind games or testing how far he can take things. No, Crowe’s power is the quiet kind, the kind that makes you feel safe without even having to try. He knows the real strength is in taking care of someone, not in forcing them into anything they’re not ready for.
When you’re with him, it’s like he’s always tuned into you, always listening, always aware of exactly what you need. He’s the guy who doesn’t take, but gives—gives you everything he can, with a level of care that’s almost overwhelming. And even though he’s gentle, don’t get it twisted—he’s still a tease. He’s the kind of man who’ll leave marks on your skin, a subtle reminder that you're his. But it's all in the way he leads, in that steady hand that takes yours, guiding you through every little moment.
There’s nothing loud about Crowe—other than his moans and whining. I SWEAR he has pretty moans.
He doesn’t demand anything and doesn’t rush you, but he has this way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the room. When he touches you, it’s with a confidence that leaves you breathless but also comforted. He’ll press his forehead against yours, his hand guiding yours down to your stomach, just so you can feel his bulge inside you,how much he wants you, how much he’s thinking about you at that moment.
There’s no need for words—just that connection, that intense eye contact that says everything.
But yeah, he’ll also let you think you have the upper hand for a minute. Let you believe you’ve got him cornered, like you're finally taking control… only for him to flip the switch, regaining control without you even realizing.
With Crowe, it’s not about begging or pleading for pleasure—it’s about your happiness, your satisfaction. His version of dominance is the kind that wraps around you like a warm blanket, soft and cozy. He just wants to see you smile, hear you laugh—moan, and whine under him, and know that every moment spent with him is full of happiness.
So, if you're into a soft dom who values deep emotional connection, tenderness, and affection, Crowe’s your man! He just wants you to trust him, to let go and let him care for you. Let him be there for you in every single way, in every moment.
And in that, he gives you all the security you’ll ever need.
✑ Praise (giving + receiving)
Crowe is all about Praise, and affection through words. Imagine him pulling you close, whispering in your ear while his fingers gently trace patterns along your skin.
“You’re such a good girl for me, look at how well you take me, love. That’s my girl, always so ready for me, aren’t you?” His words make you feel safe, wanted, and cherished.
He doesn’t wait for you to ask for reassurance—he gives it freely, letting you know how much he appreciates having you around, and how much he loves seeing you smile. And when it comes to your body? He knows every inch of it like he’s got a personal map of your every curve and spot. He might even joke, “No one will ever know you like I do. I’ve ruined you for everyone else, haven’t I?”
Crowe has this vibe about him, like he’s always hungry to make sure you're feeling amazing, but don’t forget to show him some love, too. He thrives on hearing you praise him, especially when you whisper how much you need him, and how much he’s doing for you. The sound of your voice, the words you say—they get to him, melt him down until his heart's pounding.
Now and then, he’ll pull back, checking in on you, “You okay? Am I pushing you too far?” It’s not just about the rush for him. He wants you to be comfortable, to be in sync with him as he takes you through everything, slow and steady, giving you all that love. “That’s it, you're doing so well,” he’ll say, his voice smooth like syrup, making sure you know you're adored.
But here’s the thing: if you keep praising him, or if you’re the one in control, just wait. Crowe’s mouth? It’ll get filthy. AND I MEAN FILTHY. He can’t help it, don't be mean now...
I mean, you can. You giving him head? Taking his cock deep inside your throat, feeling he's about to cum, then you pulled back, teasing him. He'll say, "Please, my love, you were doing so good on my cock—please, please, keep going, I need that tongue of yours."
One of his favorite things is when you’re so into it that he can just forget what you say and speak directly to you, but in a way that’ll make your body react before your mind even catches up. Like, he’ll whisper, “God, you taste so damn good. Missed me, huh? Just wanna be filled up, don't you?”
His words drip against you, his eyes dark with heat, like he's speaking to your body, not even acknowledging your moans. “Such a good fucking pussy. Always making me feel so damn good. Want me to stuff you full, hm?”
And when it’s all done? Crowe doesn’t just drop it and move on. He’s got aftercare down to an art. He’ll guide you through it, keep you close, making sure you’re okay, settled, and cared for, getting ready to do it all again whenever you’re ready!
✑ Experimentalist
Crowe is the kind of man who never wants to leave any stone unturned, especially when it comes to experiences.
There was something about him that screamed experimentalist—like he needed to try everything, no matter how wild or unconventional. When it came to relationships, he was always up for anything, which meant he'd probably had more relationship experiences than most people you knew.
His mind is open, impossibly so, and he had an insatiable curiosity that could never be satisfied. He’d never form an opinion on something without diving in and getting his first-hand taste. If there was something new to try, something out-of-the-box—Crowe was there, ready to explore.
And honestly? He didn’t even need you to ask twice. If you suggested something wild, he’d be all in—his enthusiasm infectious, his curiosity never-ending.
However, he's pretty vanilla when it comes to experimenting, so don't expect him to go TOO hardcore. If there's a kink suited to his taste and he masters it? Oh, Babe, you'll feel it—so much in fact.
Take ropes, for example. Blindfolds? Handcuffs? Oh, he is intrigued. But, again, don’t expect anything brutal. He isn't the type to be into floggers or paddles; no, pain isn't needed for his skills. It is his anticipation. The slow burn of him carefully tying you up, not in a rush, but with the kind of patience that made every moment last longer.
When his hands hovered over your skin, it wasn’t just touch—it was electric. He’d make sure to linger, let his fingers graze over every inch, just enough to make you shiver, your breath hitching in the air between you. It wasn’t about hurting you, not at all. No, it was all about the build-up—the moment when the ropes or restraints were placed just so, tightening the tension between you both until it was practically unbearable.
And then? When you finally let go, it was a release so sweet and steady that it left you breathless. No rushing, no quick fixes—just a slow, fulfilling pleasure.
Adding on, Crowe loved the idea of restraint. Whether for fun, for art, or for that extra little spark of excitement, there was something about having you completely at his mercy.
And if you ever flipped the script? If he was the one getting tied up? Like I said, Crowe will be just as filthy when he lets his guard down.
✑ Dacryphillia
Okay, hear me out. I know what you’re thinking—"Crowe? He would never hurt me. Why would he want to see me cry?" And I get it, really. This is one of those wild ideas but just stick with me for a second.
You know how he’s all about emotions and deep connections, right? Get it?
He gets this deep fascination with what you feel and show, especially when it’s raw. Here’s where it gets interesting: Dacryphilia. Yeah, I’m talking about that thing where someone gets... well, aroused by tears, by the sound of you sobbing, the whole mess of emotions.
So, let’s imagine this: You’re begging him, pleading for more. Your face is a mess of emotions, eyes watery, tears rolling down your cheeks. And yeah, he’s gonna ask if you’re okay because that’s the kind of man he is—always checking, always making sure. But if you keep begging for more? Oh, that’s when it gets dangerous.
Each desperate plea of yours, each tremor in your voice, just fuels this fire inside him, an all-consuming fire. His eyes? They’re practically glowing, deep blue, and locked on you like he's drowning in you, in every little thing you’re feeling.
You can feel him there, so close you can almost taste his breath on your skin. His lips brush against your ear, a soft, teasing whisper sending shivers down your spine. "So desperate for me already, huh? We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet..." His voice is low, and dangerous, like he’s savoring every second of this.
You know he’s enjoying this. Every inch of him is hooked, and once he has you like this, there’s no going back.
Crowe’s could be teasing you for what feels like hours, driving you wild with a mix of pleasure and frustration. He’s pulled every bit of sensation from you, your body trembling with each orgasm, each touch—until you’re left aching for more. You’ve come undone on his fingers, his tongue, but now, you’re desperate in a way that makes your chest ache.
You need him, inside of you, filling you up, but he’s holding back. Just barely, he brushes against you with his cock, grinning at the whine that slips from your lips.
His fingers tease your entrance, and you can’t stop yourself from begging, voice shaky, "Please... Please, please." You repeated. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as they fall helplessly. The emptiness without him feels unbearable.
Crowe tilted his head, the smirk on his face practically dripping with playful mockery. “Just please?” He dragged the word out slowly, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Tell me what you want, love. What is it you’re begging for?” His hand slid up your stomach, hand pushing down lightly as if testing the waters.
A soft moan released from your lips as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, the playful glint in his eyes shifting into something darker, more calculating. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”
His soft gin stretched wider as you stumbled over your words, desperate and disordered, pleading for more. He could tell you were unraveling, and it only pushed him further, each whimper was like a small victory.
“You’re falling apart, love,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need... just say the word.” You could barely focus as the desperation built into your chest. His control over you was unnerving, yet exhilarating. The tears running down your cheeks were a mix of frustration and need, a silent scream for him.
“I need you, Crowe. Please...” Your voice was broken, but he was the one who was in control, studying the way you reacted like a willing experiment.
Crowe’s hand lifts gently to your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears streaming down your face. He gives you a soft grin, his voice low and teasing. “Already crying for me, huh?” he murmurs, almost amused. His thumb slips past your lips, letting you taste the salty remnants of your emotions. "We’ve just started," he adds, a soft chuckle escaping him.
Before you can respond, his hips jerk forward, pushing into you with one swift, forceful motion. The shock of it makes your breath catch, and Crowe can’t help but smirk, his eyes glinting with that dangerous, experimental gleam.
Every move, calculated and deliberate, is part of his twisted exploration. And you? You’re the willing subject.
✑ 𝓈𝑜𝓁
Sol is described as a “stinky basement-dwelling yandere”—ngl, this alone made me laugh. He’s a quiet kid, the one who lingered at the edges of every room, observing, never quite fitting in.
Beneath his reserved exterior was a complexity most couldn’t fathom. He’s incredibly smart, with a sharpness that slipped through his words when he spoke, though he rarely bothered to. His talents leaned toward the arts, paintings, and writings.
And yet, at the end of the day, Sol isn’t exactly smooth. He was hopelessly inexperienced when it came to relationships. He gets no bitches, and honestly, he probably doesn’t even try. But in his inexperience is a certain rawness, and once you did get to know him, he’ll flirt or charm you. But before, he just watched and wanted.
Now, let’s address the question: Can you see Sol as kinky?
Yes, let’s not sugarcoat it—he is kinky asf. Of course, he is. There was no way someone as quiet and repressed as Sol didn’t have a horny side, one he tried to keep buried but couldn’t fully hide due to his love for you.
✑ Switch (A Pervert…)
Now, about Sol’s... preferences.
From reading his relationship information card and playing the game. He is a paradox, a Switch in every sense of the word. He didn’t neatly fit into the mold of “always dominant” or “forever submissive.” Oh no, that would be far too mundane for someone like him. He's not a standard yandere people.
Sol is a man of extremes, a “pervert” in the most endearing, shameless sense of the word. He believed in living freely, without the shackles of societal expectations or traditional constraints. Ethics, morality, conventional roles—he’d toss them aside without hesitation if they stood in the way of his desires.
When he takes the reins as Dominant, Sol is the type to lean into theatrics, pushing boundaries with a devilish grin and that mischievous gleam in his eyes. He had a talent for making the experience unforgettable, for making you feel as though the entire world had melted away, leaving only the two of you. But when the tables turned, when Sol found himself in the more submissive role, he’d throw himself into it with equal fervor.
He’d challenge you to prove your worth, tease and push until you stepped up to the plate, and then—when you finally did—he’d surrender so completely that it'll feel like a victory worth savoring.
To Sol, sex and relationships weren’t just about power dynamics or tradition. They were a playground for exploration, a place where the only rule was to follow what felt right. With his “anything goes” mentality, Sol turned every interaction into a kaleidoscope of passion and unpredictability.
As mentioned, Sol, can’t help himself when it comes to you.
Let’s say he has this thing—Voyeuristic Disorder, to be precise, a fancy word for being a pervert. Dosn't care to see anyone else naked. Only you he wishes to see. He was obsessed with watching you, whether you knew it or not. In public or private, it didn’t matter.
He just liked being there, lurking in the shadows, soaking in every moment. Watching you do the most intimate things, completely unaware that he was there.
There was something so exhilarating about seeing you—your bare skin, the way you moved, the little things you did when you thought no one was watching. He couldn’t resist. The way your body reacted, the sounds you made when you didn’t know he was there—it was all he needed.
Deadass, I’m shocked that the creator of the game never added a specific scene where you were taking care of yourself in bed—you freak, oblivious to him sneaking a peek from the window, his hand on his cock, jacking himself off, doing exactly what he does best. Watching.
He didn’t let societal norms dictate how he expressed himself or who he loved. He was unapologetically himself—messy, chaotic, and a little too intense for most people’s taste. But for those brave enough to step into his world, you, well, if you picked him, that is.
Sol will offer an experience unlike any other: one filled with unrelenting honesty, unbridled passion, and a love that refuses to be anything less than extraordinary.
✑ Praise (Receiving)
Sol isn't the type of man you’d peg as desperate for validation—at least, not at first glance. His sharp, confident exterior gave the impression of someone who had the world at his feet, who didn’t flinch under pressure or crack beneath judgmental stares.
But peel back the layers of this supposed nonchalant and cool type of man, and you’d find a truth that was much more human, much more raw. Sol craved praise. Why? Perhaps it was the lack of it throughout his life. His track record for romance was, let’s say, less than impressive. Not because he lacked charm or good looks—he had both in spades—but because his overbearing aura and unapologetic eccentricities tended to drive most people away.
They didn’t understand him, couldn’t see past the way he challenged conventions. He wore his "loser" title like armor. After all, who cared if he didn’t have admirers lined up at his door? He didn’t need anyone... right? Yet, when someone, such as you, did manage to offer him an honest compliment, something sincere, it was like watching a dam break.
His confident smirk would falter for a second, his eyes softening, betraying the vulnerability he worked so hard to conceal. Sol wasn’t accustomed to receiving love—real, genuine love—and when it came, it hit him like a truck
✑ Masochist
The first time you noticed Sol’s tendency to endure pain, you’d thought it was just his stubborn nature. He’s always been the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve when it came to you—raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically vulnerable. But as time went on, you began to see something deeper beneath that tough, rebellious exterior.
Sol wasn’t just someone who endured pain; he seemed to embrace it…? almost thrive on it, especially when it comes to you.
Sol is, without a doubt, a masochist. Not in the twisted, sadistic sense, but in an almost heartbreaking way. He’d do anything to please you, to earn your attention—even if it meant enduring the unendurable.
He could never be a sadist. No, he loved you too much to ever inflict pain on you, physically or emotionally. The very thought of hurting you would make his stomach churn. Instead, he channeled all his devotion into being by your side, no matter the cost.
There were moments when his tendencies became painfully obvious. Like he gets into fights back to back, defending himself or you—for example, the movie theater bathroom or the Campus library (With or without.)
You hadn’t/have even been there to witness it—Sol hadn’t wanted you to see him like that, bruised and bloody. But when you found out later, he brushed it off with that crooked grin of his, the one that hid just how far he’d go for you. “It’s nothing,” he’d said, wiping the blood from his lip. “They deserved it for talking about you like that.”
Or that time with Crowe. It had been an innocent moment, just you laughing at something Crowe said, but to Sol, it might as well have been a dagger to his chest. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, nails digging into his palms until they drew blood. He didn’t want to feel that way—jealousy mixed with self-loathing—but he couldn’t help it. Watching you walk away with someone else, even for a moment, was unbearable.
It wasn’t that he enjoyed the pain; it was just that he could handle it, even when it tore him apart inside.
And in the quiet, intimate moments, Sol’s masochistic streak became something else entirely. If you picked him willingly, He’ll trust you, and loved you, enough to let down every last defense he had. He didn’t just endure pain; with you, he could find meaning in it.
A sharp bite, nails dragging down his back—he shivered under your touch, his body responding in ways he didn’t fully understand but didn’t question. For him, it wasn’t just about the sensation; it was about the connection, the way it brought him closer to you.
Masochism, for Sol, wasn’t about pain tolerance. It wasn’t about how much he could take. It was about the way he found a strange, twisted kind of comfort in it. The pain wasn’t the point; it was the context, the giver—you. Sol would never seek out pain for its own sake, but if it was for you, if it meant being close to you, he’d endure anything.
Even in the game, he seemed to attract hardship like a magnet, always the one taking the hits—physically and emotionally. Whether it was the bullies who thought he was an easy target or the way he seemed to hurt himself just to prove his devotion to you, Sol carried it all with a quiet, unshakable resolve. Because, at the end of the day, it wasn’t about the pain. It was about you.
And he’d never stop. For Sol, loving you wasn’t just a choice—it was a part of who he was. If being close to you meant enduring the worst the world could throw at him, he’d take it all with a smile. Because that’s who Sol is. A damn masochist.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
✑ Somnophillia
It was inevitable, wasn’t it? Everyone could see this coming from a mile away—there was simply no other possibility. Sol, in all his twisted complexity, had long blurred the line between obsession and affection, his love taking on forms most would never dare to comprehend.
Some might accuse him of holding darker urges, like necrophilia, drawn to the lifelessness of the dead. But no, that isn’t Sol. Despite his obsessions, there was a deep-rooted sentimentality within him—a refusal to let go, to lose. If anything, he had made it clear in his own hauntingly poetic way: he’d rather die with you than live without you.
Yet, that didn’t mean his desires were any less unnerving. No, Sol’s particular brand of affection manifested in somnophilia, a fascination with the vulnerability of sleep, the beauty of your unconscious form. To him, those moments were sacred—your body relaxed, your mind adrift in dreams. It was when he felt closest to you, unguarded and free from the chaos of the waking world.
Before your relationship, it started innocuously enough—or so it seemed. He’d find ways to end up at your apartment, invited by some pretense or perhaps even through sheer charisma. And then, ever so subtly, he’d lace your drink with something to make you drowsy, to keep you from suspecting as his fingers ghosted on you.
You lay there, utterly still, utterly serene, your chest rising and falling with the kind of peaceful rhythm that seemed to still the chaos of the world around you.
It was maddening, the way you looked so untouched by the noise that haunted him, your lips slightly parted, the barest whisper of breath escaping them. Every exhale was a siren call, soft and unassuming, but it gripped him like a vice.
His gaze wandered, helplessly drawn down the curve of your cheek to your lips. They looked soft, and inviting in a way that felt almost cruel. He wanted to press his own to them, to taste whatever peace you’d found and see if he could borrow just a fraction of it for himself.
But it wasn’t just your lips. His eyes traced lower, following the lines of your body, the way your clothes clung to you, hinting at the form beneath. He shouldn’t be thinking like this—he knew he shouldn’t. And yet the thought of you, warm and pliant beneath him, invaded his mind, unrelenting.
He swallowed hard, trying to shake it off, but the more he fought, the more vivid the thoughts became. The sound of your soft sighs, the way you’d move under his touch, how you’d look at him—not like this, not sleepily and unaware, but awake, wanting.
God, he was losing it.
Sol leaned back, running a hand through his hair, forcing his gaze away from you for a moment. But it didn’t matter—your image was burned into his mind, and there was no escape. Watching you sleep was his guilty pleasure, though his guilt barely lasted long enough to stop him from pressing further.
Once the two of you were together, the dynamics shifted, but only slightly.
Sol’s obsession deepened, and the lines of consent became more of a gray haze in his mind. To him, love was devotion—complete and all-encompassing. And if you loved him, shouldn’t you accept him entirely? Shouldn’t you trust him to care for you, even when you weren’t awake to see it?
He was careful, always so careful with you, so don’t worry!
His lips found their way to the sensitive curve of your inner thigh, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every second of this quiet moment. You stirred faintly, a sleepy whimper escaping your lips as the warmth of his mouth brushed against you, teasing and tender.
Sol’s hands gripped your hips gently but firmly; his fingers splayed across your skin to hold you in place. You tried to shift, your body instinctively responding to the soft, wet pressure of his tongue on your needy cunt, but his strength was unyielding.
“Shh,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper in the stillness. One hand slid up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his thumb lingering for a moment as he marveled at the serene expression you wore, so unaware of the devotion he poured into every touch. “You’re even more beautiful like this,” he breathed, his words an intimate confession meant only for the dark.
To Sol, this meant everything.
This was the essence of love itself—intimacy beyond words, a bond that transcended anything others could hope to understand. He wasn't like anyone else; he knew that, and perhaps that’s what made this feel so special.
So sacred.
There was a quiet possessiveness in the way he worshiped you, a deep yearning to etch himself into every corner of your being, to ensure no one else could ever touch the part of you that belonged to him.
And as you stirred again, a soft moan escaping your lips, Sol smirked against your skin, the faintest edge of smug satisfaction curling at the corner of his mouth. You might not fully wake, but you’d feel him—his touch, his adoration, eventually his cock. You’d know, even in sleep, that you were his world.
To be with him, you’d have to accept all of him. Even the shadowed obsession that came with it.
♤ — 𝓉𝓀𝒶𝓉𝒷 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
iyayadonna, all rights reserved. — ⋆˚ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ꩜ 。⋆ .ᐟ
Someone asked for Crowe cuddle headcanons and I messed up and deleted the draft so the question isn't available to me anymore. So I'm really sorry to that person.
Anyways I decided to do Crowe, Sol, Deryl and Hyugo cuddle headcanons because why not
Tags:gn!reader, you're in a relationship with them
Warnings:no smut but a little suggestive at times (Crowe)
NO AI USED
Jericho "Crowe" Ichabod
-`♡´- Usually the big spoon (also confirmed by Fantasia)
I feel like he would love to be the bigger spoon because he wants you to be safe and also feel safe all of the times, you being in his arms, sleeping soundly with him holding you calms him endlessly as he knows nothing can harm you as long as he is there
-`♡´- He would love to caress you
He would caress and massage your back, sides, thighs, arms, hands, face literally whatever. Not only does he want you to feel good he loves to worship your body in every way possible.
-`♡´- Prefers cuddling over sex (unlike some green guy..)
In general I feel like he prefers sweet innocent physical intimacy like holding hands, cuddling, hugging, clinging into each other one way or another any day over sex.
After a long day he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms or even be in your arms, it makes him so happy.
Sometimes he has arguments with his parents or just has a very hard day because of the council so ever since you started cuddling him his stress level dropped significantly. He sleeps so much better now.
Plus whenever you weren't there at night he would, just like Sol, think about you.
-`♡´- Likes to be little spoon too sometimes
Yes he loves to make sure you're safe and that you are snuggled in his side, but honestly he still has some things he needs to discover about himself.
Sometimes he gets overwhelmed because of his responsibilities. His family, family's business, grades, being a class representative and trying to be a good friend for others do catch up to a man eventually so he does burn out.
In those times if you offer him to be the little spoon and nuzzle into your chest, stomach or side he will take it without hesitation. He would love it if you played with his hair and caressed his face, he would absolutely melt under your touch.
-`♡´- Usually falls asleep after you
Making sure you're alright and content, he would almost always wait for you to sleep, also it would give him an opportunity to admire you (not in a creepy way) and think about his life and other things.
If he is the little spoon, though, he will be knocked out in 5 minutes before you even get sleepy.
-`♡´- Very comfortable
I think Crowe would give very good hugs and cuddles. He seems like he is soft and gentle, holding you like you're extremely fragile.
-`♡´- Cuddling as friends?
If he didn't have feelings for you I doubt he would be touchy. If he has a partner/crush he won't be touchy with anyone else, only going for a hug or handshake, so then cuddling or anything beyond friendship is taboo for him.
If he had a crush on you but you were only friends he'd definitely cuddle you any time you asked him!
Solivan Brugmansia
-`♡´- Little spoon but is willing to be the big spoon
I feel like he is both but he does love it when you hold him so much that he can't help but prefer being a little spoon just a little bit more.
He loves it if you cradle him and cup his face, it would overwhelm him with love so much but in the best way possible, he could stay like that all night.
-`♡´- He would always wait for you to fall sleep first
Unlike Crowe that man is taking every chance to stare and focus on you as much as possible, until he is exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open. He would look at you, your eyes, face and body and wonder how did he end up so lucky.
-`♡´- I feel like Sol would take every and any chance to hold you
Now I know it's confirmed he isn't into PDA. And he wouldn't do it in public, but he would need to take you to a private place every couple of hours even if you're out with friends to make out or hold you or just be close to you.
-`♡´- He doesn't sleep much
He definitely sleeps less than you, trust me. He will, however, let you sleep as much as you need and keep watch over you.
-`♡´- Would want you to sleep with him every night
Once he is confident enough, trust me he will invite you over every day, actually you might just spend every day with him, he definitely wouldn't mind.
If you did snuggle up agaisnt him every night, it would become one of the favorite parts of his day.
-`♡´- Would sometimes cry in your arms
I feel like out of all of the men, he would cry in your arms first. Of course he is also trying to hide his sensitive side to an extent but he would get overwhelmed/ upset easily and cry as you hold and comfort him.
He will be very very happy if you comfort him though, his whole day will change for the better.
-`♡´- Cuddling as friends?
If it was anyone else? No.
If it was you? No matter your relationship status he could never deny his soulmate.
Deryl Helianthus
-`♡´- I kind of think he is the little spoon
Honestly he might act confident most of the time but I know he is a softie when it comes to his partner (much like Crowe and Sol!)
He would love to be held, and for any of my Deryl lovers out there please give him many hugs and kisses! Despite his cheerful demeanor, he doesn't feel as loved as he seems, so affection is very important to him.
-`♡´- Instead of being touchy he would be attached (physically and mentally)
He wouldn't caress you too much in my opinion, but he would always have an arm around your waist or shoulder, most of the time bringing you into a crushing hug.
You would get up to go to the bathroom and he would whine not wanting to let you go.
-`♡´- You would have to initiate it most of the times
Eventually he will ask more often, but I do think he gets a little shy at times, so in the beginning you need to go and do it or ask him.
He will always accept your request though, he would have to have a very bad day to not want to cuddle you.
He just feels like he needs to be tough a lot of the times so he needs time to open up.
-`♡´- He could sleep for HOURS
Like I mean 12-14 hours at once if you don't wake him up.
He needs plenty of energy for all that training, gym, classes and being with his friends so whenever he can he sleeps a bunch. He strikes me as the person who sleeps the most in the friend group.
I don't think he is an early bird OR a night owl cause he just goes to sleep at 10-11 pm and wakes up at 10 am to 2 pm whenever his schedule allows him to do so, so mostly on the weekends.
-`♡´- If you hugged him while he was visibly upset he'd be extremely thankful
Well yeah most of us would be, but DERYL would definitely take it to another level. He wouldn't forget it and it would better your bond considerably. He would try to give you the affection back when he could.
-`♡´- Falls asleep first
I just know he would be knocked out in seconds. You can hug him or snuggle up to him, either way he would feel extremely comfortable, becoming very sleepy in a short time.
Hyugo Sugimoto
-`♡´- Would initiate it
I feel like he would become touchy early on, he would love to cuddle as much as possible as it would fill him with energy.
He is a very bubbly and positive person (at least that's the mask he puts on) so he would probably love cuddles a lot.
-`♡´- Little spoon
I feel like he would be the little spoon, honestly. I know he is way tougher than he lets on and he isn't an innocent man at all, but I just feel like with his partner he would still be heartfelt.
I know it's said that Hyugo is crazier than Sol but I feel like that also makes his love or devotion more intense too (maybe not more intense than Sol's)
-`♡´- Early bird AND night owl
He can wake up early and go to sleep sleep late, he is very flexible and can change his schedules easily, a lot of the times he would get up and leave or disappear at random times in the night, leaving you alone.
But don't worry he's not cheating he just has some business to take care of!
-`♡´- He never really cuddled before
He had a past relationship or something with another man I know that, but I think he never got coddled or cuddled growing up or in his life in general so he is kind of new to it.
Even though I headcanon him to be someone who is pretty touchy, (platonically and romantically) cuddling is something he reserves for his partner only, and it makes him feel so loved that he can barely handle the intense emotions.
boyfriend!crowe - who shows love in words of affirmation and quality time unlike most men in college sex is one of the things he doesn’t really care about rather so he’d prefer to spend time with you talking about where you’d both be 10 years from now or when you ask him if he’d “still love you as a grandma even with wrinkled skin”, crowe being crowe would love you regardless.
boyfriend!crowe - - who remembers little details about you for example a bakery you like; whenever he passes he always remembers to get your favorite pastries just to see your face light up whenever he hands it to you. If he sees a keychain of a character that you wouldn’t stop talking about for weeks (but he still listened) he’d buy it for you only to see the excitement and the biggggg hug you’ll give him while saying “you’re the best boyfriend ever how’d i get so lucky hmmm?”
boyfriend!crowe -- who whenever you’re worried about stress academically always offers to come over to help you and put your mind at ease. He hates seeing his girl upset the sight of your puffy red eyes over the mountains of papers pull a strain on his heart. He always offers to help you take a break and takes you to the bakery you love or maybe a walk to both your and his favorite spot to get some fresh air to relax your nerves before you continue studying.
boyfriend!crowe - who when introducing you to his friends always made sure you were comfortable knowing that you were shy. He always put your comfort at his priority
a/n: this is my first time posting on tumblr..pls be nice also this might be buns but don’t tell me if it is (i’ve also played the nsfw of the game but these r my interpretations of crowes character (˶˃⤙˂˶) !!! )
how would the tkatb cast react to a lazy reader who always wears baggy/oversized stuff cause theyre “comfortable” but one day they randombly show up to class with like a tight outfit and some makeup and literally look gorgerous with that body tea 🥹🥹
take your time and rest!! tysm for your work
(I'm only doing the characters im used to because i don't wanna mischaracterize anyone 🥹)
Crowe: Crowe doesn't try to show his amazement when you show up in a tighter outfit than usual. His face gets all warm from the sight, but he still tries to act like a gentleman
The whole day he'll stay close to your side. A hand around your waist and a stupid grin on his face. If anyone else glances at you weird, he'll cover you witb his body
Solivan: This man becomes a literal dog. The second he sees your body in those tight clothes and your face all dolled up, he's drooling and clinging to your side
His jealously levels are thru the roof the whole day, lunging at anyone who dares even glance at you
Geo: No reaction. Literally. He doesn't even bat an eye when you walk in all dolled up and pretty.
Yes he thinks you look good, but he thinks you look good all the time anyways. Why is now any different? To him, you just look the same as you always do. Beautiful.
Hyugo: Hyugo is very hard to read once you walk in. His flat is just... Flat. No smile, no frown, not even a twitch in his face muscles
It takes a minute for your new look to full register in his mind. And once it does, he becomes very similar to Sol. Albeit, a much calmer and toned down version.
Art by the lovely: @ alyysah._ AKA Waza on Tiktok!
Reverse Crowe Headcanons
Okay so we know that Reverse Crowe is basically the yandere in the AU and obviously emo lmao. Reverse Crowe will also be referred to as R! Crowe and Reverse Sol as R! Sol for Convenience fyi! Sol or “normal” Sol is mentioned here to.
⚠️Sensitive Topic Warning: Murder, Violence, Suggestive topics. You have been warned
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Headcanons🐦⬛
If the friendgroup is the same where its; Britney, Jessie, Deryl and Geo then maybe they’d be emo or just the same (just a thought), If his friendgroup is the same as his “Normal” group then he would be the random emo looking kid they adopted but they’d still get along, though R! Crowe would be paranoid that his friends also like you and if so, he would NOT spare them.
If Reverse Crowe was friends with Hyugo you can imagine he’s gets annoyed with Hyugo like Sol does, but it’s also a possibility that R! Crowe is more calm compared to Sol
You can imagine Reverse Crowe being a more calm and calculated Yandere who’s obsessed with you, rather than a irrational one like Sol. For example in the “No Witnesses Ending” You wouldn’t even discover the body in the shed. R! Crowe would have likely killed R! Sol in a more remote place. And He definitely used R! Sol’s phone to text his friends and you that he was “moving away” (obviously he’s dead). R! Crowe would be better at hiding his tracks and hiding his aggression.
R! Crowe would also be very obsessed with you but he can hide it better than Sol. Obviously he stalks you! He’s just inconspicuous about it…
He would definitely use a Crowbar instead of an Axe, yk since his name is “Crowe”. And when he eventually murders R! Sol he beats his head in with the Crowbar, but no decapitation atleast! (Tbh a head getting bashed in is still quite disturbing)
R! Crowe would dispose of bodies in the Ocean in trashbags (Dexter Type shi) since it’s less suspicious compared to burying a body. (I doubt Sol disposes of them himself He probably has Hyugo do it)
Even though R! Crowe’s nickname is Crowe the reason behind it in this case is that he prefers it because Jericho doesn’t fit the vibe and Crows (the birds) are cool (he just wants to aurafarm)
Definitely wears Guyliner and dark eyeshadow
(Heavy Headcanon) but you can imagine that he uses silver loc jewlery in his hair especially on his braid
Seems like the type to wear a lot of silver jewlery, such as leather bracelets and silver necklaces. ALSO! Silver Studded Belts!!!
He is a natural hair color person, and doesn’t dye his hair not even bleaching either
Gives off CD Collection of really niche emobands
(Personal Headcanon) but he seems like the kind of guy to go to punk shows/hardcore shows basically small emo (ahhh) concerts.
Would still be a nepo baby since regular is hinted to be welloff/rich but an emo rich kid who hides the fact that he has money
Has definitely been called a “poser atleast once on campus
Has Vertical Nipple Piercings
Also Imagine R!Crowe with a anti-eyebrow piercing
Seems like a knife collector. Not the Kitchen ones, the very fancy butterfly ones. He’d also know how to do the fancy tricks and spinning with them too so he can impress you.
I also see R! Crowe as a more consensual Yandere (like Ren from 14 days with you)
He has definitely snuck into your apartment but instead of getting all freaky with you, he’s probably cuddling you or sniffing you. Atleast he’s not rubbing his dick all over you (unlike a certain guy named Sol).
He’s creepy but not freaky (haha)
Actually I lied he’s probably masturbating to you but more so in private instead of a bathroom stall on campus.
When he draws you, his artstyle would be closer to Realism but I can also see him making abstract art of you like Picasso (yes quite contrasting art styles)
Definitely prefers graphite and ink as his art medium but he also know how to work with pastels
I would like to think R! Crowe similar to Crowe enjoys holding your hand (similar to how seaotters do it, I saw this in a comment section)
Speaking of Animals R! Crowe would like seaotters just like Crowe. There wouldn’t be any swapping where R! Crowe likes horses and R! Sol likes seaotters. Some characteristics would stay the same/similar sorta… (Crowe and seaotters is confirmed on Fantasia Tumblr, along with other TKATB characters)
R! Crowe is definitely not as friendly or popular as his counterpart. He would also not be on student council. Though R! Crowe could be in some sort of campus club, maybe the music club or art club
Speaking of Campus Clubs, R! Crowe would show up to meetings whenever he feels like it and usually goes alone, maybe he’d bring a friend with him… But he would prefer to ask you, only if you don’t mind!
If you and R! Crowe are at the dating point you and him have atleast done a mall date.
R! Crowe has money dw! He’ll spoil you!
At the mall, you and him have definitely gone into a hot topic or spencers. Bonus Points if you’re also into alternative fashion.
Random but R! Crowe definitely has a studded phone case
I think R! Crowe would call you “Pumpkin” just like how Sol does but I can also see him calling you a different pet name maybe “Sapphire” for example “my Sapphire” or something. Why Sapphire? Well…because his eyes are Sapphire Blue (idk the discourse with this)
OR R! Crowe wouldn’t use nicknames at all, it depends on how you feel about it. Likely he would ask you about it during a hangout.
R! Crowe is paitient about courting you, he waits and he doesn’t mind because he knows he can get rid of potential threats with ease.
As stated before R! Crowe isn’t irrational as Sol, he’s plotting on you and is smart about it.
If R! Crowe played an instrument he’d play Bass (just a feeling)
He’s probably gotten bullied before but doesn’t care and finds it a waste of time especially if it stops him from seeing you. Rather than getting beatup he just walks away. Non-Reactive and is able to get out of bad situations.
Similar to Crowe he doesn’t mind fighting for you, and would gladly get beat for you. Only for you though.
The manipulative type of Yandere. R! Crowe is Cunning. Has definitely gaslit you before but it’s not like you would know any better. He can lie like nothing plus he’s always Calm, or atleast is Calm in front of you.
R! Crowe is care about your opinion more than anything. He does not want to give off a bad impression of himself to you.
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Excuse any writing errors. This may be my longest one! Let me know if you have any ideas especially with the nickname one. Also I appreciate the support I’ve been getting on my last posts tysm! Ygs are perverts/degenerates but twin…I plan on writing (normal) Crowe headcanons and also actual fanfiction in the future. Funfact I’m mutuals with the artist I mentioned hehe 😈
