“I go crazy, 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is: Are you mine?” - R U Mine? (Arctic Monkeys)
The clock just hit midnight where I live, so it's officially November 1st now, which means… our favorite emo boy’s birthday. I can't believe that I almost guessed his birthday correctly way before Fantasia announced it. I told a friend that I think his birthday was on October 31st, the same day as the Halloween party. Important detail: I said that back in May 2024. Yes, I remember this perfectly. Yes, I also laughed out loud like a fucking maniac when Fantasia dropped his official birthday.
As I promised, here’s some HCs for my babygirl Sol (I WANT TO AGGRESSIVELY BITE HIM LIKE A RABID DOG) anyways, hope y’all enjoy <3
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Obsession: Sol doesn’t know the difference between being in love and being obsessed. For him, there’s no way to love without infatuation and he’s willing to do ANYTHING to make you his. No matter who has to hurt, he is going to claim you as his one and only soulmate.
Affection: Sol isn’t into PDA, as he wants all of your reactions to his touches and flirtings to himself alone. So he wouldn’t show much affection in public. In private, however, he becomes extremely clingy, not leaving your side 24/7. If you try to leave his arms, he’ll probably start to pout and pull you back to him, where you belong.
Unhealthy habits: He has a lot of unhealthy habits tbh. He repeatedly bites his nails, has an irregular sleep schedule, and often skips his meals.
Domestic: Canonically a househusband lol. Although, I feel he’s better at cooking than baking, simply because he does not have the habit of baking (does not have a sweet tooth lol).
Alcohol tolerance: HE’S LIGHTWEIGHT Y'ALL. Sol does NAWT handle drinking well, LMAO only a few sips are enough to make him wasted. Sol is the “sleepy drunk” and the “silly drunk”: He becomes giggly and low-key clumsy during these moments, acting playful and even flirting with the MC, before he eventually blackouts. Unfortunately, Sol has an excellent memory, so he remembers every embarrassing thing he said and did while intoxicated. Damn, photographic memory can be a blessing and a curse at the same time.
Family: I don’t think Sol is ever familiar with the concept of a healthy familial relationship. Like, I’m 99% convinced he grew up in a dysfunctional home, so he might be a little awkward when it comes to starting a family with you. He’s not fond of kids (mostly because little ones tend to be afraid of him), but if his soulmate wants children, he would allow one. Although I think he would feel closer to the kid if they looked more like his beloved.
Relationship: It’s canon that he gets no bitches lol. He’s saving himself for the right person.
Jealousy: Oooh boy, where do I start? Well, he’s a yandere. Being jealous is already part of his default settings, LMAO. Either it's a situation where someone is hitting on the MC or if it's the MC telling him about their previous relationships, that’s got him internally tearing his hair out in jealousy. If you both are in a relationship, he wouldn’t even try to hide it.
Dates: He is not into touching grass lol So most of the dates he prepares for you would be at home. Either it would be a very well-prepared dinner or a movie night.
Vanity: He does not have a skincare routine. HOWEVER I like to imagine that he tried to use some makeup to hide his eyebags, before he officially gave up.
Patience: Depends. He’s very patient when it comes to you, so he probably wouldn’t snap at you UNLESS you try to leave him. With other people, however, he’s merciless. Will punch the face of anyone who isn’t his soulmate without thinking twice.
Music: Besides Tame Impala and Arctic Monkeys, I also feel he’s into Radiohead and Nirvana.
Morning: Not a morning bird, neither a night owl, but a secret third thing (a permanently tired pigeon).
Xtra: Sol has a comically large amount of band t-shirts that he only wears at home. Plus, his backpack is full of buttons.
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- Even though he has no experience, Sol is a fast learner. So with a bit of research and guidance, he will make you feel good.
- Likes to bite you. A lot. And depending on how jealous he feels, he’d do this in places that’s impossible to hide.
- Sol is a sub, so he likes any position that leaves his soulmate on top.
- Sol likes taking his sweet time with you, so he’s not very fond of quickies (unless his soulmate teases him too much).
- He may or may not want you to tie him down and tease him lol. But do not exaggerate: he WILL tease you back tenfolds.
- Although Sol is a sub most of the time, he can (and will) dom in situations where he’s teased too much… or when he’s jealous.
- Sol 🤝🏻 Lan Zhan: Everyday means Everyday (if know you know).
- If you asked to peg/top him, he would just ask for time and place LMAO
- I don’t think Sol would be very open to using toys (TT) I mean, his dick is right there, why would you want to use them?
- Sol lowkey has a breed kink. No pregnancy. Just breed >:)
- Deffo has nsfw drawings of his soulmate.
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I so sleep deprived rn (TT)
Anyway, thanks for reading until here and happy (late) Halloween
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!
Art Credit: @ Chemziere on IG or @ cheamiiii on Tiktok (in case you can’t read the watermark)
Sol’s a D1 Gooner for m/c
⚠️Warning: Suggestive Language, and Violence Mentioned
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Headcanons 🎃:
Has considered getting more piercings, but you heavily influence this decision. If you told him you like his piercings he’d say something along the lines of “I was thinking about getting more…”in order to get a response out of you. He wouldn’t outright ask you this because he’d be nervous. If your response is along the lines of:
“You should definitely get more! Piercings are cool!” then he’s immediately getting more. Just imagine him straight after lecture speed walking off campus to a piercing shop. Also Bonus points if you suggest a certain piercing. The next day in one of your shared courses he has said piercing(s), though a bit swollen
“Oh that’s nice…” or No response would result in him tweaking out internally. Outside he’s non chalant about it and doesn’t bring up piercings into a conversation again. But He’d crash out, you can imagine he rips out all the piercings and punches the mirror at home, personally I don’t. Sol seems more like the type of person to keep his piercings. But he’d try to take breaks from wearing them, or even wears piercing retainers, since he had piercings before he even “officially” met you. He likes you but those are his piercings man. This is getting to logistical but in theory if each piercing costed about $50 USD (depending on where you go and location on your body and all that, it’s way more than $50 but let’s say $50 and not factor piercing guns which are cheaper) his upper body piercing including his ears would be about $700 USD since he has 5 on each ear, and he has his nipples pierced plus the spider bites on his lips. Only if you outright said “I don’t like piercings” is when he would consider removing his piercings.
Moving on from that analysis about his piercings, he would have some freaky piercings. I saw a person talk about him having a dick piercing and yeah I agree with them (shout out whoever said that) but I wanna add on that he’d have a stack…
Also! Imagine Sol with a tongue piercing… lowkey he’d have a silver one instead of a black one. Yeah he’s mismatching his jewlery but silver ball is superior (I’m sorry don’t cancel me)
Sol would go to great lengths to take care of his piercings! He cleans them daily with saline and does the whole salt water soaks if necessary.
Imagine Sol with a septum, not a ring or the the one withs the ball ends. A SPIKEY ONE!
Sol seems like the type to stretch his septum (if he had one) or his ears. Speaking of stretching his piercings I don’t think he’d be the patient type. He’d probably experience blowout (ouch if you’ve experienced it) because he couldn’t wait.
He gives off impaitient in general. Sol does not wanna play the waiting game anymore
This is more piercing talk but if you have piercings Sol has definitely thought about asking you about matching ones! But if you take the initiative he’d be cheesing, like kicking his feet in the air giggling.
“I was thinking that we get matching piercings Sol” his Jaw drops then he freaks out inside.
I can see Sol getting tattooed since he already has several piercings. Definitely would tattoo your name on him, though its between somewhere visible like his neck or arm or somewhere private like across his chest or above the groin (quite freaky if you ask me).
Some other tattoos that seem very “Sol” could be something Edgar Allan Poe related, maybe a raven in reference to “The Raven” or a line from a poem. A silly idea would be a pumpkin since yk you’re his “pumpkin”
Speaking of that imagine if he had a raven tattoo and you say something like “wow I like your Crow tattoo!”… like Crow? Which sounds like Crowe? Crowe as in that Ichabod?! Yeah Sol’s getting a coverup tattoo or if he’s feeling extra violent he’d scratch his skin off…
This idea is just goofy and doesn’t even sound like a headcanon but imagine Sol tattooed your face on his body somewhere like “aww” but also “wtf?”
Enough with the body mods and tattoo talk, moving on
Would love matching anything. Matching clothes? YES. Matching Jewlery? Sol might as well buy you a wedding ring and propose to you right there. Matching Hair? He already has the hair dye ready. He’s obviously crazy about you so Matching is beyond what he can imagine. Plus it would show others that you belong to him.
Speaking of matching I don’t think he would enjoy any commentary such as “awww you guys are so cute together!” Or “I love the matching the sweaters” like yeah boosts his ego but also “WTF?!” like what do they mean they love the sweaters? Do they love you? Also why are they complimenting you?! Why are they speaking to you?!(Sol is included in the compliments but he’s crazy so no logic there) The Brightside is that ygs are recognized as being together…
He’s probably really into smelling you, even if you are stinky and you came back from the gym or something. Your smell drives him CRAZY.
Forgot to mention but if you ever make him something, he tweaks out. Like oh you made him a bracelet? He wears it even in the shower. You made him lunch? He’s cheesing and finishes every last bite. Wrote him a note telling him “good luck” on a final? Yeah he’s keeping that note forever, of course he laminates it. As mentioned in part 1, he’d have a shrine, and everything you made for him resides within that shrine.
Your Opinion matters as stated on multiple occasions. If you ever say something like “oh short hair looks good on some people” then he’s getting that haircut. Same thing if you like long hair, he’d grow it out for you.
Quite literally everything he does is for you.
While we don’t know information about Sol’s family and if he even has any, if you asked him about his Family he’d get really quiet and you should take that as a hint to move onto a different topic.
I forgot if I mentioned this in my last post, but Sol is the type to wear guyliner and do his eyebrows….
Keeping up appearances is important to him as it directly impacts your perspective on him.
On my Sol you are the apple of his eye
He would enjoy intimate moments: sharing a pair of earbuds with you, video calling late at night, falling asleep next to eachother.
But if you wanna get freaked out and have sex all the time then he doesn’t mind that…
Sol’s down for all kinds of intimacy because it’s with you.
Even though your first “hangout/date” was the arcade at the movie theater, Sol would put in effort towards a “makeup hangout/date” so that you can see the better of him. Plus he’d like to know you and spend time with you. (He does know everything about you but he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know your social security number especially at a moment where you’re aware of the time you’re spending with him god he’s such a freak)
He manifests you. Sol is not exactly the religious or spiritual type but I mean if collecting crystals and getting tarot readings will help him date you then hell yeah. He needs all the help he can get, he already knows he has you but just for security I suppose…
We already are aware that he stalks the shit out of you and likely has photos of you but just imagine Sol walking to a print store asking the cashier to buy a 6 foot poster of you. The cashier isn’t paid enough to question Sol but they’re also like “wtf?”. Logically Sol would probably ask Hyugo for help since Hyugo has resources or Sol has a used and abused printer at home (Lolz)
As Stated in the last headcanon Sol doesn’t seem to be studious but if he needs to then yeah he can lock in. On one assignment he could get a D; the bare minimum, but he can easily get an A. Though the professor would question him if they cared enough.
Sol would lock in for class if it involves you. Although Sol is irrational and aggressive it doesn’t mean he isn’t academically Smart.
Socially he sucks and is awkward plus antisocial. This is seen with his interactions towards you and given the fact that his only friend is hyugo (albeit through a mutual agreement or contract). I mean you don’t just ask someone to get married after they compliment the lunch you made.
Anyone who’s not you isn’t worth his time. Regarding assigned partner work, he’d ask to do it alone or Hyugo in advanced helped him out and had the professor assign the two together. I can see Hyugo also helping Sol out by bribing your professor to pair you together on several occasions.
Sol is the Crazy ex. If you managed to breakup with him he’d go insane. He’d isolate you and kill everyone you love like duhh but let’s start out slow. His immediate response would be to get back together with you, he’d apologize and literally get down on his hands and knees begging you to come back. You’re stupid if you think he would let you go so easily. If he can’t get back together with you through apologizing and begging then he’d move onto finding out the cause. He’s stalking your socials, and also your friends to see if they were the reason. If Sol can’t deduce anything from his investigation then that’s when he becomes hysterical and takes it out on everyone with an axe of course!
Scenario
You: “I’m breaking up”
Sol: “I’m pregnant!”
You: “I meant the phone”
Sol:”Sorry I panicked” ahhhh Sol
Really suggestive but regarding sexual intimacy he’s so freaked out, if you can match his freak then you’re in for a long ride. Sol is the type to be into anything. He has to be open minded for his pumpkin.
An Idea I had is rather than let’s say Sol having photos of you up on his walls, he has portraits and all kinds of paintings of you on his walls plus the photos but more so Art of you. If he was into sculpture then he’d carve a marble statue of you. You are his muse. An analogy that can explain this relationship is how the ancient greek scuptors idealized the body and human form, Sol is the greek sculptor and you are the ideal form of the human body. You are beauty.
Speaking of art, he has definitely crashed out after drawing or painting you. Maybe the lightings off or he drew your eyes wrong, he’s putting that piece into storage or something. While he wasn’t able to capture your essence properly, he can’t bring himself to throw it away or destroy it because he thought of you while making it. The next piece he spends extra time on it.
He’s such a yearner. He has that yearning playlist dedicated to you on Spotify. I can already envision the Jeff Buckley “everybody here wants you” or Radiohead “all I need” albums on the playlist
Speaking of Music Sol looks like the type of listen to pierce the veil and sleeping with Sirens or some other alternative music but in actuality he’d listen to your favorite music (if it is actually PTV and SWS then hell yeah) or some other sort of yearning music directed towards you
Sol has written Poems about you. (Yk Since he likes Poe)
Sol’s Poems would range from Haikus about you to feelings of rage towards Crowe but also the frustration he feels waiting for you to notice him.
He is the ultimate Crowe hater. D1 Anti-Crowe.
To be honest Sol’s obsession with you is quite deluded. He is self aware that he is unhealthily obsessed with you but he doesn’t care. Feelings of doubt towards you are nonexistent and he’d shut down any contradictions. If Hyugo were to comment on Sol’s infatuation with you, Sol would be infuriated and say something snide like “your advice wasn’t a condition I agreed to” or straight up “shut the fuck up.”
In the “No Witnesses ending” where you strangle him with his choker, he probably enjoyed that. The physical part, not the part where you’re crying about Crowe because you love Crowe and not Sol. Boo Crowe👎 also Boo Hyugo👎 after he stabs you
It’s canon from Fantasia Tumblr that after the NW ending that Sol begs Hyugo to kill him. But if Hyugo doesn’t kill him, Sol would die exactly how you did. Sol would stab himself in the chest, kind of sweet in a sense, but it’s symbolic. It’d be retribution for your death indirectly caused by Sol.
Sol has a belt collection and specifically a studded belt one. Just imagine Sol with a green checkered belt.
Sol would change his aesthetic for you. He’d be like Ren from 14 days with you (if yk). If you say that you prefer softer aesthetics then he works on becoming your preference. You’re funny if you think you can have a type, like what do you mean type? Sol is your type and Your type is Sol. Sol becomes your type, your ideal boyfriend and eventually husband.
Sol pours his blood sweat and tears into you. All of his being goes towards you. You are his reason for living (duhhh)
I feel like one of Sol’s main methods for courting you is through imitation he’s like the periwinkle purple audio. If you like a certain food then all of the sudden that’s Sol’s favorite food. Your Likes, dislikes and hobbies become a part of Sol. Imitation is a smart tactic since people tend to go for others that are like them/ similar. Shared tastes is an easy way to make conversation,
Sol doesn’t care about the “opposites attract” trope, especially if its aesthetic wise . Only if you believe in the “opposites attract” trope then Sol would be fine with it
He’d let you yap about interests, some drama you heard, complaints. He’s a listener, but he can be a yapper (only if you want him to be)
I feel like sometimes Sol get tired of cooking since he cooks lunch for Hyugo and himself all the time.
Sol has a high tolerance for mostly anything you do. Mayb you kept burning the food while you guys were cooking at you apartment, he doesn’t mind it happens! Plus it’d be an honor for him to taste your cooking. Or Maybe you made stupid financial decision, dw Sol’s got you. But if you spend more time with someone other than Sol? That’s his final straw.
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Okay That’s enough. I spent over 2+ hours writing these and I can see a part 3. These have been checked for errors to the best of the abilities. Again thank you for all the support! And Suggestions are appreciated! I noticed in this series of headcanons I jump back and forth between ideas, apologies in advance, things just come to mind. I know I said I would write Crowe headcanons and I will soon! Also I don’t know if any of you notice but my formatting is between two types as I progress as a blogger. Okay enough thanks again you perverts… Also let me clarify that I do not condone the things Sol has done to m/c in the game, let me live and have imaginary headcanons, though some are on the far side of headcanon much less canon behavior.
The library was quiet today, save for the soft rustle of pages from students studying diligently and the occasional creak of the old bookshelves that your university so desperately needed to replace.
You liked it this way, a nice, quiet place far away from everyone, where you could just relax and be alone, and where Solivan’s eyes could follow you without drawing much attention. He was sitting nearby, alone at the end of the big oak table tucked away in one of the library’s four corners.
You had purposefully chosen a spot where he could watch you, presenting yourself out in the open for him. Pretty generous of you, honestly. You could feel it. Sol’s gaze, always lingering on you, his presence a shadow at the edge of your peripheral vision.
Occasionally, you’d glance up on purpose, just to catch a glimpse of his eyes meeting yours before he buried himself back into whatever book he had open, his face flushing that pretty red colour.
It was comforting in a twisted, intoxicating way. You already knew he was infatuated with you. It started off quite tame, to be fair; you hadn’t really noticed him before since he always sat at the back of the class, away from judgmental eyes.
But then the little things started. A shadow following you home, or that burning feeling of being watched.
Then one windy evening, you came back home to your apartment to find your window lock broken, and the place freezing because of it. Naturally, you freaked out. You called Crowe to come assess the damage, check if anything was missing, and to keep you company while you tied a flimsy ribbon around the latch, hoping it would be enough to keep your stalker out.
Unfortunately, Sol needed a lot more than ribbon to deter him.
That same night, he oh so easily undid your makeshift lock and slid right up next to your unconscious sleeping body, stroking your hair and holding your hand as if you were lovers.
Unlucky for him, you were a light sleeper, and the slight brush of his hand woke you. The room was so dark, save for the beams of moonlight streaming through the same window Sol had crept through not too long ago. You could only catch pieces of green and black hair shuffling around as you lay, somewhat petrified, in bed.
Then he spoke.
“My sweet pumpkin… sorry about your lock. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered to you sweetly.
You felt him shift, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before sliding out of your bed, bidding your “sleeping” self goodbye as he slipped back out through your window. By the time you scurried to see his figure outside, he was already gone.
The next day, his actions couldn’t have been more different. You met him face to face in your art class, where you were paired as new partners for the upcoming project.
“My name is Solivan Brugmansia. Sol for short,” he said.
It was the same voice.
At the time, your blood ran cold as you realized the tall, brooding man in front of you was the same one who’d been lying next to you in bed the night before, breaking into your apartment just for a few moments of bliss with you. You.
Were you creeped out? Of course. Scared? Maybe a little. But for some sick reason, you were flattered that he’d taken such a liking to you.
“Sol… like the sun? That’s so cute, considering you’re dressed so… alternatively,” you said, deciding to experiment a little.
You stepped closer, your hand brushing against the thick black-and-green choker he wore. Your fingers moved lower to lift the key necklace around his neck, examining it carefully. Hmm. It didn’t look like a key to your apartment, so that was good.
You looked up at him, offering a sweet smile as you stepped back. You noticed how red he’d gotten and how he murmured under his breath about how pretty you were, clearly under the assumption that you hadn’t heard.
Oh, you were going to have fun with this one.
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Today, you decided to push him further and tease him a little to see how he’d react.
Standing up from your seat, you knew Sol’s eyes would already be on you, watching and studying your every move as you walked over to the English section. To be fair, you actually did need some books for an upcoming research paper but you grabbed one at random in all honesty.
As you scanned the shelves, you found the perfect target: a book just out of reach. You stretched your arm dramatically, fingers brushing the spine but never quite making contact. You let out a dramatic, frustrated sigh, even pouting a little as you looked up at the book, knowing full well Sol was watching.
“Having trouble?” His voice was velvet, smooth and dark, as he appeared from nowhere. His tall figure loomed just behind you, towering over your own, and close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.
You turned to him, feigning surprise. “Oh, Sol! I didn’t see you there. Could you help me, please?” You looked up at him with pouty lips and big eyes, clasping your hands together as you played the damsel in distress. And he was eating it up.
His pierced lips curved into a small smile, but his eyes, those intense, bright eyes, burned with something else. “Let me help you.”
He reached over your shorter body, effortlessly pulling the book from its place. His arm brushed yours, and you shivered, allowing the reaction to linger longer than necessary. He noticed. Of course he did.
“Oh, thank you, Sol,” you said softly, looking up at him through your lashes. “God, you’re such a lifesaver for me!”
Something flickered in his gaze. Satisfaction? Possessiveness? Maybe it was a bit of both. “Anything for you,” he murmured.
You took the book from his hands, letting your fingers graze his. A deliberate move, subtle but effective. His breath hitched, barely audible, but you caught it.
“Are you studying by yourself?”
Holding the book he’d just grabbed for you close to your chest, an idea popped into your head.
“Yeah, I was uh… sitting over there.”
Sol’s gaze shifted as he gestured to the big oak table he’d been seated at earlier. Thank god he’d picked a more isolated area to reside in.
“Oh my god, perfect! I’ll come sit with you!”
Before he could get an answer in, you zipped back to your study area to gather your bag and papers, carrying it all over to the empty table, save for Sol’s setup, and dropped it all on top.
“You don’t have to stay with me, you know,” he said, glancing at you as he slipped back onto his chair. “I’m fine on my own.”
“I like being with you, though,” you replied, your voice now more quiet since, well, you were in the library. “With you.”
He blinked, his cheeks flushing as he tried to focus back on his book, but you weren’t about to make it that easy for him. You slipped into the chair beside him, leaning slightly over the table as you pretended to skim through the pages of the book he’d grabbed for you.
“Hey, Sol,” you said, your tone sweet but laced with mischief. “Do you think Edgar Allan Poe was really that depressing, or do you think he was just dramatic?”
He looked at you, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. “Poe… was a complicated man,” he began. “His life was filled with tragedy, but I think he used his writing as a way to… cope.”
“Hmm,” you mused, tilting your head as if deep in thought. “I don’t know, some of his stuff just seems so… intense. Maybe I’m just not smart enough to get it?” You leaned in closer, your shoulder brushing against his as you gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look.
“That’s not true,” he said quickly, his voice firm. “You’re incredibly intelligent.”
“Aww, you really think so?” you cooed, leaning even closer until your face was mere inches from his. His breath hitched, and you swore you saw his grip tighten on the edge of the table.
Before he could respond, you shifted, swinging a leg over to settle yourself on his lap. His entire body went rigid beneath you, and his face turned a deep, furious red.
“What are you doing?” he stammered, his hands hovering awkwardly near your hips, unsure of where to place them.
“Getting comfortable,” you said simply, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in close, your lips nearly brushing his ear. “Is that okay?”
He swallowed hard, his hands finally resting on your waist as if he couldn’t help himself. “Y-yeah, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
You could feel the tension in his body, the way his breaths came out more quickly, staggered, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him. The hard press of his cock hidden beneath the layers of clothing between you only confirmed it, and you smiled to yourself, savouring the bit of power you held over him.
You hummed, pretending to be clueless about his… growing problem as you skimmed your books, jotting down notes here and there, while Sol struggled to even get through one paragraph of the book he was reading, your body on top of his becoming too much of a distraction.
The girl of his dreams, the one he snuck out to see every night, the one he studied so closely and had fantasies about, was, right now, in this very moment, sitting on his lap. Her plush ass perfectly slotted against his body. And it was driving him insane.
“Sol?” you asked suddenly, your voice cutting through his haze. “You haven’t turned the page in a while. Is it boring?”
His eyes darted to yours, wide and panicked, as if you’d caught him doing something forbidden. “N-no, it’s fine,” he stammered, his hands flexing against your waist. “Just… distracted.”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Distracted? By what?” You leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Is something on your mind? You can talk to me, you know…”
His breath hitched again, and he clutched you tighter as if grounding himself. “No,” he whispered, voice low and strained. “I-I’m okay.”
You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, savoring the way he froze beneath you. “If you’re so sure,” you murmured, your voice laced with a little bit of concern. “Because if you need to talk I’m always here for you sweetness.”
Yeah that did it.
Sol’s pants felt so tight as the curve of your ass shifted on and off his hard, clothed cock, and he bit his lip to try and stifle any noises as you moved around. His hands gripped your waist as he spoke into your ear, low and raspy.
Sol’s hands trembled as they clutched your waist, his knuckles whitening with restraint. “Please… sit still,” he begged, his voice strained and heavy with need.
You tilted your head, pretending to consider his plea, your lips curling into a wicked smile. “Hmm, I don’t know,” you teased, shifting just slightly, enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. “You seem a little tense, Sol. Are you sure you’re okay?”
His eyes darted to yours, wide and desperate. “I-I need… I should go.”
Before you could respond, he gently lifted you off his lap and bolted from the table, his long strides carrying him toward the exit of the library and to the left, down the hall to where the bathrooms were tucked away.
You watched him disappear through the library exit, a slow grin spreading across your face. How adorable. He thought he could hide from you.
Leaving your things behind, you followed. The hallway leading to the bathrooms was dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above, reminding you for a moment of how shitty this university could be.
You pushed the door open silently, locking it behind you with ease and stepped inside, finding Sol leaning over the sink, his head bowed, gripping the edges so tightly his knuckles were pale. He was panting, looking as if he might pass out from just being teased by you, his hard-on visible to you as it strained against his pants.
“Running away from me, Sol?” you asked, your voice lilting as you closed the distance between you.
He froze, lifting his head up instantly, his reflection in the mirror staring back at you, panic swirling in his bright eyes. “W-What are you doing here?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he turned around to face you.
You stopped just behind him, close enough that your breath brushed along the nape of his neck. “You ran off so suddenly… I got worried,” you murmured, your fingers trailing lightly along the edge of his sleeve, brushing his fingers with yours. “What’s wrong, Sol? Did I do something wrong?”
“N-no,” he choked out, refusing to meet your gaze. His hands flexed against the sink, and you noticed the way his shoulders tensed, his whole body tense with barely-contained frustration.
“You’re lying to me,” you whispered, stepping closer, your chest now pressed flush against his. You slid your hands up his arms slowly, feeling him shiver beneath your touch. “You’re so worked up, Sol… what were you planning to do while you're here?”
“I—I wasn’t going to–” he stuttered, but the words died on his lips as your hands moved to his waist, your fingers brushing along the waistband of his pants.
“Shh,” you cooed, standing on the tips of your toes and brushing some of his hair out of the way to press a gentle kiss to his neck. “No need to lie to me sweetness. I already know.”
His breath hitched audibly, and his hands clenched the sink harder as he fought to maintain control. “You can’t just… do this to me,” he rasped, his voice breaking with desperation.
“Do what?” you asked innocently, your lips trailing to his ear. “Help you? Because it seems to me like you need it, Sol.”
You let your fingers dip lower, teasing the button of his pants as you whispered, “So tell me… do you want my help?”
His resolve crumbled in an instant. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whimper. “Please.”
Sol’s hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly, his knuckles were turning white with restraint, but his body was betraying him. He was trembling with need, his chest heaving, every breath shallow and hitched. You could feel his thighs tremble as your hands deftly moved to unzip his pants, undoing some buttons along the way.
You took your time, savoring the moment with this gorgeous man crumbling under your touch and gaze. Slowly, you pressed your body flush against his, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. You could feel the stiffness of his arousal, throbbing against the confines of his boxers, and it made your own… area pulsate in response.
“Sol…” you whispered against his ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So desperate for me.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands still resting against the sink, his body shaking as if he couldn’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.
“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” he groaned, his voice cracking. “I need you… now.”
You smiled, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You knew exactly what he wanted, what his body was begging for. You slid your fingers down the waistband of his boxers, barely grazing his skin, and Sol’s breath hitched, his hips jerking forward in anticipation.
“Patience, Sol,” you teased, your fingers circling his cock gently, slowly, barely touching but just enough contact to make him shudder. “You’ve been so good for me so far, haven’t you?”
His hands flexed against the sink again, and he let out a low, guttural moan. “I need you,” he whispered again, more urgently now, his voice raw with desperation.
You didn’t make him wait any longer.
With a swift motion, you freed him from the remains of his clothing, your hands finally wrapping around his cock completely. Sol’s body jerked at the contact, his head falling forward onto your shoulder as a sharp gasp left his lips. He was so sensitive, so responsive, and it made your heart race.
“You’re mine now,” you murmured, your voice low and commanding. You began to move your hand slowly, torturously, teasing him just enough to make him squirm, but never enough to let him find release.
Sol’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need, his hands gripping the counter as if it was the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart. “Fuck…” he muttered. “Please… I can’t take it.”
“You can take it, Sol,” you whispered, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve made it this far, haven’t you? You’re going to finish when I tell you to. Understand?”
He nodded his head, never disagreeing with your demands, his eyes were glazed with lust for you, his body twitching with every slow stroke from your hands. “Yes… Yes, I understand.”
Sol whined softly to himself, as you jerked your hand up and down. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard, only for you to sweetly tell him to open them back up, of course he obeyed, watching your slow, deliberate movements. The way you were hovering over him right now, your eyes boring into his, as your hands were wrapped around his cock, applying more pressure.
“You’re being so good for me Sol…” you purred, slowly sinking towards the ground, not caring about being in a bathroom, or even caring that you were doing this at your university. You looked up at him sweetly, asking him politely to hold your hair back, and he did it right away, after all how could he refuse?
He gently pulled all your hair back, somewhat neatly wrapping it around his hand, careful to not pull too tightly. He felt your warm hand gently stroke his cock, your lips just inches away, so so close.
Then you started to tease him. Licking up the underside of his length, gently pressing kisses from the base to the tip, your tongue teasing him as he whimpered and started to shake underneath you, completely submitting himself to you.
He could feel your hot breath as you hummed and toyed around with him. You slowly started to take his whole length into your mouth, inch by inch until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. He was in heaven.
Sol gasped at the sensation, his hand tugging at your hair as he watched you bob your head up and down, your hot, wet mouth, and shivered at the way his cock hit the back of your throat.
“P-Please… hah… pumpkin…” Sol called out for you. His legs shook gently as his climax slowly built up, soft moans and whimpers escaping his lips as he bit down on one hand to muffle his noises, your tempo never letting up as you continued to suck on him.
“Can I cum? Please… let me cum for you pumpkin.” He was begging quietly in the bathroom, watching you suck and hearing you make a muffled ‘mhm’ noise with your pretty plump lips wrapped around him, granting him permission without words.
Within seconds, his hands flew to the back of your head, pushing you down as he came into your mouth, moaning softly as he did, and you graciously let him, taking it all as you felt his fingers dig into your scalp. After a few moments he took a deep breath, releasing his grip on you, and falling back against the cool countertop of the bathroom sink.
You looked up at him sweetly, sticking your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all.
Freak.
Slowly, you started to stand up with a satisfied smile, your eyes meeting Sol’s pretty red-orange ones. He was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling, his skin flushed with heat.
You took a step back, eyes never leaving his, and fixed your own clothes with a bit of deliberate slowness, just to tease him. You tucked your shirt back into your uniform skirt, your fingers trailing over the fabric that dipped between your breasts, noticing that Sol’s gaze followed your every movement, still dazed, and still processing everything that had just happened in the bathroom.
Once you were finished, you stepped closer to him, your body just inches away from his. You tilted your head slightly, studying him with that playful glint in your eyes.
“Guess we’re even now, huh?” you whispered, your lips curling into a sly grin.
Sol’s eyes flickered to yours, his confusion evident even with that lingering haze of pleasure clouding his mind. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “I know you’ve been sneaking into my apartment at night, Sol… I can hear you when you’re outside my window, and well… playing with yourself in my bed.”
You pulled back, eyes locking with his as you saw the way his pupils dilated, the sudden panic flashing in his gaze. “I’ll make it easier for you though and leave the window unlocked for you tonight, darling,” you purred, your voice dripping with both sweetness and mischief.
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you straightened up, straightening your clothes one last time, watching as Sol stood frozen, his expression a mixture of disbelief and awe.
“Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” you teased, giving him a quick kiss, before turning away and walking towards the door.
You pulled it open, leaving him standing in the bathroom alone to process what had just happened, as you stepped out into the hallway. The last thing you heard before the door clicked shut was his soft mutter, “Damn… she knows?”
You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you walked away, knowing exactly what would happen that night. He was yours from now on.
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
I loved your hcs for the visual novels boys! Could you make hcs for their reaction with a Tohru Honda from fruits basket MC?
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐑𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 🌷
How would yandere visual novels react to tohru Honda!reader
We'd end up like always
You know me, you better show me
That you could say it to my face
'Cause you know we're the same
There's worse things I can take
Yandere visual novels x tohru Honda!reader ( TKATB, 14DWY, Binary star hero, The Freak Circus )
Solivan Brugmansia ( The Kid At The Back )
Sol honestly feels you're too good for this world, you're absolutely kind even towards him. Although he wishes that you would take care of yourself instead of putting others needs before you, you are so sweet and kind even to him–as long as you don't figure out in the dark then it's all fine and it would be a happy ending.
After he learns about your current home situation, about you are living in a tent... You're moving in with him. Although he is aware of it but is unable to do anything about it since both of you didn't know each other, with this he finally has the opportunity to make you move in with him.
While you're busy moving in, Sol would remove every picture he has of you from his wall–you are not allowed to see that side of him. As a form of thanks, you would volunteer to do most of the housework – even though he insisted that it's fine and you don't need to, of course you didn't listen and keep doing it for him–well this fed his fantasy.
Now... What would he do towards akito, after learning about what she did. Shes absolutely gonna die, really if he walks in on you and her during that one scene of akito trying to kill you–causing your beautiful hands to scars–Shes gonna get by him until she's turning blue. How. Dare. She, all because she believes she's some god in a tale–he doesn't care about the consequences–how dare she attack you and think he will let it pass.
Ren / [ REDACTED ] ( 14 Days With You )
His angel~ever since both of you lost contact he's been trying to restart the lost connection you guys have and now he finally finds you. It seems you don't remember him but it's fine, because he can finally start fresh with you without risking anything.
After learning about your current home situation of living in a tent similar towards sol, he would offer his place for you to live in. why didn't you tell him about your current situation, he would've gladly let you live in his apartment– I mean it's gonna be your future home anyway, back to topic he just wish that you would take care of yourself more–you are not gonna be a burdened to him. In fact how dare you think you are gonna be a burden.
After you move in, he honestly dislikes how you would hand a portrait of your late mother because he blames her for your suffering not to mention you pay more attention to her more than him. After you move in, you volunteer to do all of the housework which is fine by him–if you're not tired he doesn't mind. To him, his fantasy is getting real–he also offers to support both of you since he's making a lot from his "job" of course you rejected but the offer is still up.
Ren would absolutely hate akito or any situation where you are harmed due to your kind hearted and yet stubborn nature, anyone he sees who's getting in the way or dare to hurt you–would immediately be in his bad list, he has no choice but to kill them immediately.
Ray ( Binary Star Hero )
You are so sweet, he wonders how you managed to keep your naivety for so long. He sometimes would envy and hate your kind hearted, because you are unaware of the things he has to do and was forced to do. He cannot recreate the same kind gesture you have only he is forced to act to have one for the public as a symbol for the public, he is never free and he's exhausted.
Ray would support both of you, his income as well as how the government is funding his life style–they will do anything to make sure their number one hero is happy. He is seeing it as protection towards you, making sure you are not harmed or going out by saying it's too dangerous to go out.
Before you, he would usually be accompanied by the darkness of his apartment–it's cold and unbearable, just like the facility he grew up in. But now he is usually greeted by a warm meal and the sound of you running around the house making sure it remains spotless even though he can hire a maid.
Ray would envy your mother–Because of all your actions and heart you will put your mother first and not him which angers him cause his not first and yet envying the motherly love you get to experience, you are the bane and yet the love of his life–a reminder what he was depraved of and what he's unable to be.
Pierrot ( The Freak Circus )
You are the kindest human he ever met, instead of looking at him like a freak–you look at him like a person as well as accepting him for not being human... Your heart has no bounds, oh he is absolutely in LOVEEE with you. You are so understanding and kind, are you sure you're a human.
Pierrot would try to convince you to live with him basically you just stay in his tent, and travel with him. But it's gonna need a whole lot of convincing towards jester to let you live with him, not to mention it's too dangerous to leave you alone because of the harlequin lingering gaze.
maybe he could leave the circus life and settle down with you, he wishes to wake up and protect you from the hands of your species. He is able to shape shift into a more human-like look, so he and you can adapt to the city but that option also gonna take a while to convince the others– He just wishes for you to not see the horrors of the circus.
What caught him off guard is how stubborn you can be as well as wise and yet naive at the same time, you wish to understand people who don't wanna understand and even when you are confronted by people who wanna do you harm, but you still believe there's good inside of people. Instead of feeling jealousy over his first love, you understand him– this causes Pierrot to be more protective because he wishes to not lose you.
