the thing about making my puppy send me videos of himself every time he jerks off is that not only does it enforce obedience and remind him that he's owned, it also means i have a backlog of a wide variety of videos for when hes gone for a while
cw: sadist reader, edging, kinda dacryphilia, char is NOT A MASOCHIST, begging
art credits: @pyanyasha on x
"haah.." he pants, sweat dripping down his bare body.
his pants rest around his ankles as a slight restraint, and wrists tied together behind his back. youre fully clothed under him (even though your shirt and pants are basically see-through now from his sweat.). They stick uncomfortably to your skin, you try to wiggle around to free yourself, just for the wettness to drench another part of skin; you shiver from the coldness.
When he said he'd do anything for you, he didn't know you'd take it so far. It's been 3 hours into you edging him now, and he's starting to go crazy—but he quickly loses himself in your touch again when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, licking the shell of it to earn another moan out of him.
"baby.. come o-on.. please!.." he whines.
he turns his head to kiss you but you lean back. You can't help but giggle at his attempts to try and please you even while his hips jerk up into your unforgiving hand. He's trained so well.
"Youre so mean—hng!"
He keels over as you press your thumb into his tip, precum gushes out of the slit in an instant, and you swear you could hear him sob.
"t-that hurts.. (your name), please.." he sputters and writhes under your grasp, but his hips don't hesitate to move desperately now. he's so fucking embarrassed at the mess he's made already, and he hasn't came once. his pink tip puffy and glistening with his essence.
"You can take the pain.." Your lips quirk up into a devilish smirk; which he can imagine is plastered on your face based on your honeyed tone, but he has trouble looking at you, as his body involuntarily coils up.
He chokes on his own gasp of relief when you remove your thumb from his aching tip, he's eternally grateful, even if his mind is too fogged up to tell you. he lays his head back to rest against your chest, eyebrows knitting together, and lip trembling. his chest heaves with growing intensity each time your hand pumps his base; you can tell he's getting close now, so of course, you slide your hand off of it.
He cries out furiously, causing you to flinch, but you can't help the smile that forms when he tries to babble pet names and pleads. even though it's useless since they're shadowed by his rasped and feverish breaths, you appreciate the effort. His face contorts into a pathetic expression, and he looks up at you—seemingly unaware of how his hips keep bucking up into nothing.
this is the hottest thing i've ever seen
You reach out to wipe a tear threatening to spill out of his lower eyelid, while your other hand uses the blanket to dry off his cock. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. his eyes flutter shut when you lick into his mouth, and allow his tongue to mingle with yours. you slowly close your lips around his tongue to suck on the wet muscle, bobbing your head as if it was his dick. Your hand creeps towards his unknowing cock, and You gently run your nails up and down the shaft. Causing him to shiver from such a small gesture makes you giggle into your boyfriend's mouth proudly.
you swallow his moans as you wrap your hand around his dry manhood, spine instantaneously arching. You pull away from the kiss when you pump him faster, the friction of your dry hand and his dry shaft rubbing against each other not slowing your movements down one bit. Not even when his eyes gloss over, when his nostrils flare, or even when he yelps in pain. You quickly feel the heat building in your core as he thrashes around, trying to escape the overwhelming feelings of arousal and pain youre inflicting on him.
"stop! stop, (your name)! it—Fuck!" he wails, panting shakily.
but his cries only spur You on. You lean in to nip and lick at his neck as he sobs in agony. tears start to dribble out of his eyes, contrasting the way he keeps bucking into your hand.
"it hurts! it hu-hurts!" a guttural cry tears out of his throat as you feel wetness suddenly drench your hand. salty liquid drips onto your tongue; it seems his tears made it down to his neck already, but it's hard to focus on giving him a hickey when he keeps seizing. You slow your movements down and lift your head up to look at the mess he's made.
Fuck..
drool trickles down the corner of his mouth, eyes blood shot red and skin stained from tears, hair drenched and stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, nose dripping with a disgusting mixture of sweat and snot, and chest heaving with quick and recovering breaths. Your eyes trail down to where your hand lies, holding the base of his raw, red, skinned cock. Shit. the wetness wasn't his cum, it was from serous drainage. (the clear/yellow liquid that comes out of a cut/injury). his peeled skin resigns under your fingernails, and he disorientedly looks at you, eyelids heavy. he mutters something, but youre too focused on his beautiful expression to listen, lapping up the drool that spills from his kiss-bruised lips. He whimpers at your soothing touch when you plant wet kisses on his forehead.
"hu...hurts..." his eyelids flutter closed. you worry that he's gonna faint, but he just seems exhausted for now.
"i know, let me take care of you." your hand trails along his chest, finding one of his nipples and rolling it between your fingers.
he can feel his balls aching for release, and his dick throbbing in anguish, nausea churns in his stomach at the thought of you touching it again. it hurts. so so so badly.
"No, no, please! please please please!" he hiccups.
"but don't you want to feel good? You dont wanna feel my cunt around you?" you taunt him.
"No—yes! i, i do!" he whips his head around to kiss your neck, trying to encourage you to fuck him.
You shamelessly laugh at his efforts, making his eyes gloss over once again.
the end ☺️
thank yew for reading!!! this was fun to writeeee like i literally wrote this in one day dawg 😭 - peach!
Making them repeat back to you the degrading things you're calling them 'what are you, huh baby, are you a dirty little slut, are you my whore baby, go on baby tell me what you are'
'oh god, I'm your slut, yeah, please- fuck I'm your dirty whore'
Do this whilst ur thrusting into them, it's the best way to make their brain melt, trust me
a short scenario in which sol cries on your lap and gets turned on by you comforting him
cw: dacryphilia, suggestive content, pervy sol (per usual!), mentions of murder, slight spoilers if You haven't played the game all the way through
art credit: @solisto on pinterest
After Sol somehow killed that.. murderer in the bathroom, you were shaken up beyond repair. every step you took was like injecting a needle full of adrenaline into your veins—walking further away from the crime scene the man walking you home caused, leaving you with gut wrenching guilt.
It feels like your senses are heightened as you both walk on the side of the road. You can suddenly smell sol's blood stained shirt, along with the subtle warm and gourmand scent of his cologne. You can barely hear the clouds bubbling above you, threatening to spill raindrops and make your already traumatizing day even worse.
You thought this was the worst for you—but it seemed like sol was struggling even more. You look over at the man, noticing the subtle dark streaks painting his face from the tears that ran down it just moments ago, it was comforting in a way, knowing he cares for you so much that he'd cry over the thought of you in danger. You feel tingles spread across the palm of your hand up into your fingers, it feels just how it did earlier; when sol held your hand up to his face, coddling himself and nuzzling against it. He was so warm, and you felt... No—feel—so fucking cold.
"is it gonna rain?..." the words slip out before you can even process them.
He looks over at you morosely, his eyebrows scrunching up and tears beginning to collect at the bottom lids of his eyes. You didn't notice it, but he did; the way your hands clenched at your sides, and how your voice cracked when you made eye contact with him. He couldn't help it, he gets so emotional over you, especially because he can tell youre scared. He feels a sudden pressure against his throat, and it hurts to swallow as he holds back tears. Killing people isn't that traumatizing to him, but having you witness it is a whole different story.
Sol inhales sharply, "Yeah, maybe. You cold?"
You chuckle, trying to laugh out the frog in your throat, "y-yeah." You look him up and down, "you seem cold too, hah. My place isn't too far from here, you should stay over—if you can!"
He stares at you for a moment, almost in disbelief.
"uh–honestly.. i just don't want to go to bed alone tonight."
You two make it back in one piece, clothes slightly damp from the rain. You invite him to sit on your couch as he sits next to you, closer than necessary... You can sense the closeness between you without looking, and it makes your heart race, but sol quickly ruins that mood.
"what if.. i was never there to save you?" He looks over.
you've never seen sol be vulnerable and open with you, so you want to choose your words carefully—but at the same time, seeing his mouth press into a thin line, and his eyes gloss over, makes your stomach churn in a different way.
"i don't know, sol."
Sol's chest aches at the thought of you leaving him forever, what would he do without you? He'd have no purpose, no reason to live, he's convinced that if he saw you lie dead on the ground, he'd take the same knife that killed you and jab it right into his heart, twisting it through the pain, just to make sure he felt what you felt—punishing himself for not being able to save you. a tear drips down his face.
"I..I know I scared you, i'm sorry." his shoulders slump.
"Sol..."
tears continuously roll out of sol's eyes now. You ogle at the sight of him, his hiccups and sobs are so cute—you just want to hold him and keep him like this forever, pathetic and weeping over you. But you know you can't.. so what the hell are you supposed to do? Youre not particularly good at handling these types of situations...
You place your hand on the back of his head, caressing his hair with your thumb, before gently pushing him down, his head coming to rest onto your lap. Your fingers trace his hairline, pushing any unkept hair out of his face. Your gentle touch sends shivers down his spine. He squeezes his eyes shut, he doesn't know if this is a dream, if youre really holding him like this, if he's laying on your lap right now—but this is what he's dreamed of for a long time, and he wants to stay for as long as possible. He hiccups,
"Y-you almost-hic!-died..."
You continue to stroke his hair as you feel sol's tears start to soak through your pants. the cold patches send tingles up your core, he probably looks so cute right now. He continues to sob, and you just watch his shoulders rise and fall with each trembling breath.
"it's okay sol, i wouldn't leave you.." Your hand trails down his head to his shoulder, massaging the tense muscle with your thumb. He inhales sharply at the action, letting out a loud sob—god, hearing that, makes him believe you really love him, and he can't believe what youre saying, all he can do is cry as his dick stirs in his pants.
"[your name]..." he chokes out, trying to repress his boner.
But he can't
his mind swirls with images of you, holding him so sweetly—like how youre doing now—as his hips jerk up into you, or how you'd wipe the tears from his eyes while you edge him until the skin on his dick is red and raw, and each stroke of your hand makes him feel like he's on the verge of death. Fuck, how he wishes he could dig his head deeper into your lap and settle it between your thighs right now, just to show you how much he cares for you; as if him crying isn't enough. His cries get louder as his dick strains painfully against his pants.
You almost let a smile slip, but quickly put a frown on your face once he rolls over to face you, head still on your lap of course, god forbid he leaves the warmth of your legs. You take in the sight of sol's face below you. puffy, bloodshot eyes, the cutest blush tinting his cheeks and nose, his eyebrows curved up and lip quivering as he stares at you lovingly.
Nausea churns in sol's stomach as your eyes trail down towards his boner. He quickly stands up and pulls his shirt over his pants.
"t-thanks for having me.. I have t-to go home now."
a/n: first sol fic! i don't rlly see many on here so why not😋 sol's character is so interesting could do sm with this guy... anyways tysm for reading!! - peach
