#Sol Sop

[timberhearths]

this too i guess

[marblecore]

a couple of zhan doodles from work

[eeveekitti]

starclan gives their prettiest designs to their most pathetic kitty cats

[idontwantdeathsticks]

Sol is all heart and I fucking love it

[bee-sidebranch]

forgot to post this but A CERTAIN SOMEONE doomed my lil sadboi to the Moon treatment.

look at him, still blaming himself for everything

[rooolt]

it really says something abt Caldwell Tanner that his coolest character by far is the hot frog who knits

[laurzvahll]

devimega sol being kicked out from home bc their very religious mother deemed them a sinner and a disgrace , only for them to end up at a priest's doorstep and going to church every day to help out is kinda crazy

[lux-astrorum]

apparently people are saying the lead actress in Japanese!Nevertheless isn't pretty?? first of all, wrong. second of all, I'll admit that she's not as conventionally attractive as Han So Hee BUT consider, did you really believe for a second that Han So Hee was an art major?!? if there's a singular big thing the Japanese series is getting right versus the Korean series it's that they've understood art majors properly. the only believable art majors in the original were Sol and Bit Na but you look at the Japanese cast and it's like hey! those guys are art students! source: me and my art degree

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

asking without shame.. SOL NSFW HCS PLEASEEE 🙏🙏

Sehnsucht (Sol x MC/Reader - NSFW HCs)

I see you horny motherfuckers in my Sol HCs likes, don't think you can hide from me silly billy. <333

Anyway, you're in a established relationship with Sol, so rejoice.

The smutfic will be out after my exams are done, I'm only clearing my inbox currently.

T.W: NSFW content, if you already read this from the title, congrats, you have basic reading comprehension skills.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Sehnsucht: a German noun translated as "longing", "desire", "yearning", or "craving".

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This man is very. Fucking. Horny.

He even jacks off to you nightly. <33

Will try and smash literally whenever, he doesn't care.

He was born solely to please and pleasure you.

And he's going to do whatever it is you ask of him.

He's a sub.

No. Not that sub, foodies come back here when you've eaten thank you.

A very subby sub.

Mf will whine if you pet him.

Like it's pathetic, you look at him a certain way? He's a beetroot.

Say something? Heh, he's on the verge of asphyxiation <3.

Do something sexual to him? He'll moan.

And he'll be embarrassed out of his fucking mind.

But you don't care, you want him to moan, to whine and whimper for you.

Which is usually why you end up not sleeping most nights, you're too occupied edging and overstimming the guy (he likes it, he likes everything you do to him tbh just make him feel inferior to you).

Tease his cock, just slowly caress it and he'll start begging you to let him cum in about 20-30 seconds.

Loves being babied secretly, although will only make it obvious in the bedroom.

His skin is cold, which is why you're in charge of warming it up via fucking the literal life out of him.

He'll cum easily dw, unless you want a challenge.

Sol's wicked strong, so he can dom very easily and quickly if he's in the mood for it.

When domming, he'll very rarely be cruel to you, only time he'd ever not be gentle with your gaping holes is because you made him jealous.

Then you're gonna get railed.

You don't have a say in that, you're gonna walk funny for the next few days.

Would also be down for dehumanisation.

He has a pet play and scent kink so you could just yank him on a leash and he's gonna be sopping.

Make him sniff you, lap at you, maybe even bite you, and he's gonna be fucking losing his mind.

Not like he already hasn't but anyway-

Essentially. Just anything you do, any way that ends up with him inside one of your holes is good enough for him.

Sol is horny. All the time. And you better get used to it, because while he can handle not railing you, he will eventually turn to somnophilia again.

If you consent to letting him fuck you when you're asleep he'll be softly moaning the whole time. And you fall asleep to the soft symphonies of his whines. Sometimes even wake up to them.

[tianhuovirus]

y- yeah?

well you’re bald and it hates you

What’s it like having a new student?

The Tianhuo? Not great I don't like it as much as I like Yi as a student. I mean, liked—past tense. No. I Mean, What? I mean why am I talking about this Go away. I hdon't have an

[atfisty]

Saw Sol’s sopping wet tits and Gabe went home. This episode was peak.

[ollylotl]

i used to have this vyncent sol that i used to pour milk on and suck the milk back out of and it was sopping wet all the time 😭i used to slam it against walls and it would make a loud thud

[baka-bakeneko]

Hey Papí - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'hara x AFAB Reader

a/n: you lost bud? go back to part one first doofus

wc: 2.54k

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, accidental breeding kink (oop), hold the moan, creampie, slight hint to voyeurism, moreeee adventures in babysitting, pregnancy, grief, PTSD, jealousy

synopsis: You and Miguel have some stuff to share.

thanks to @cheezit-luv3rr @playmatenextdoor @montyrokz @drefear @haradasaya for asking to be tagged, lookie there. you're special)

"Easy, mi amor, easy," Miguel urged into your ear, hand plastered over your mouth while he thrust into you. "Mayday's sleeping."

You crooned behind his hand, eyes fluttering while your nose pursed hot air over his finger. It was entirely wrong, but felt too damn good to care.

While you were putting away clothes from the laundry, Miguel rested Mayday down in her travel crib then teased you into the closet.

Now, the two of you were facing the closed closet doors; his cock was thrust deep into you, one hand clamped over your mouth while the other scrubbed at your clit.

"Guess this is how'd it be with our own May, huh?" Miguel breathed lowly. "Sneaking away to fuck, hoping we don't make another?"

You trembled in his hold, your body twitching in lewd delight. Your head rested against Miguel's shoulder, eyes hazy as you stared at his taut jawline. Miguel glanced down at you, met your lust-blown eyes and smirked.

"I'll call you Mamí in front of el niño," Miguel's hand on your clit dragged up to cradle your soft stomach. "Mi reina, mamacita."

His words planted themselves deep within you, meeting the tip of his hot cock pressed tight within your walls. You squeaked, your hand folding over his at your stomach.

Miguel seethed into your ear, his grit teeth worming into the shell before gruffing out another word. "Make me a Papí, amor. I wanna be a Papí."

You felt dissolved into warm ooze, pliable to his manipulation. He was saying everything you wanted to hear, pushing into you just how you wanted until you shivered and came.

Miguel paused, opening his mouth against your temple as your hot, gushy walls squeezed and worked at his cock.

"You feel deliciosa. Make me cum, mamacita. Work on my cock."

Your knees melted apart, wincing inward as the sensitivity got to you. Miguel released a gruff breath along your hair, pulling you off of your feet and further onto him. Supple in his hold, his hand now an arm cradling your stomach as he straightened his back to spear you on him.

Your eyes shut, shuddering as you felt hot again; coming again, you felt your wet slick down your thighs and across Miguel's tight waist. Miguel chuckled mirthlessly, feeling your wet sop on his skin with your pussy now a vice grip on him.

He ducked his face into your hair and paused, cumming hard into your begging walls; Miguel's moans echoed through your skull, his praises to you so low and congealed. You sighed at him, reaching for his hand to finally catch your breath.

His words muttered, his accent bleeding into his consonants. "Mi vida, mi sol, mi cielo."

You pat at his forearm, your smallest form of comfort to him. Kissing at his neck, you offered a whisper.

"Okay, honey?"

Miguel inhaled the soft scent of your hair and pulled himself up to meet your lips. "Perfect, amor."

He kissed at your nose, reveling in the warm pool the two of you. Miguel held his hand to your jaw, resting his forehead to yours.

The two of you held on for a few more minutes until Miguel's ears perk at Mayday's stirring. For a moment, he believed it was your daughter. With another breath, he remembered.

Miguel retreated from your hot, still-throbbing walls now plush with his seed. He redressed himself carefully, reaching down to pull your skirt back up. With another kiss to your temple, he moved for the doors and opened them.

You stepped out and broke into a smile at Mayday standing in her crib. "Better than finding you on the wall, May."

You wiped your hands on your skirt, adjusting your clothes just in case, then picked up Mayday. "Food? You hungry?"

Miguel stood by the bed, staring at the folded clothes in the basket then to you holding May. The kid rested her chin on your shoulder, leaning into your neck.

You glanced back at Miguel, your brows downturned and your bottom lip starting a pout. Resting your chin on top of the little girl's head, you cooed.

His heart clenched so hard that he almost fell to his knees in response. The moment you and Mayday shared made his grief constrict, his happiness swell. He wanted that for you. For both of you.

Miguel paused in his movement, holding himself still from going to the bathroom. He was going to grab you a box, because that was the deal. Your brows furrowed at Miguel, watching the silent storm of his mind breach to his face.

"Miggy," you began, tilting your head to begin your query.

He came back into place, looked at you then placated his hands to his hips. "I'll be right back."

You stepped in place of him, stopping him from leaving the bedroom. "Hey, it's okay. Relax, relax." you drew out your last word. "We have time. Let's just go get some lunch."

-

You lied.

You didn't have time. There was no need to beat a clock that was already broken, to race a timer that wasn't even set.

Sitting across from Miguel, you studied his profile while he cut up pasta before Mayday. You hid a gulp, imagining him doing the same for your child.

You wondered how you'd tell him, when the best time to bring it up was. The two of you had Mayday until Sunday, a whole 'nother day until Peter B. came to pick her up.

"Nena," Miguel tried to pull you in, to make you look at Mayday holding a spaghetti noodle in her ham fist. With a glance to you, he saw you miles away in your mind.

He clenched his jaw, ready to bring you back, but Mayday squealed and managed out of her seat. Miguel rested his hand on yours, his other pulling Mayday's little legs to sit back down.

"Miguel," you began and by the stringent in your voice, you regretted saying it. You attempted to smooth it over with: "Honey."

Your throat felt dry, though you'd drank three glasses of water beforehand. Now, you were fighting the urge to run to the bathroom but only for the acid that was starting up your throat.

Your hands went around Miguel's, his large hand cradled in yours. You held his eyes, not realizing a new ice enveloped your spine.

"I..." You slowly forced a breath between your pursed lips then licked your top lip.

Miguel's brows wormed through emotion, confusion to concern while you swallowed and glanced at May. You looked around at the patio, empty of other patrons.

This wasn't how you wanted to tell him, but the secret was growing within you.

"I..." How could you word this? This didn't feel like a fuck-up, this felt almost divine after hearing Miguel's confession. But that only made the next part difficult. How were you going to tell him that this might not be...

Miguel's hand reached to cradle your cheek. "Are you okay?"

Your nerves were shooting out to him, your demeanor making him antsy. He didn't know what to expect from you now. Miguel couldn't put anything together by looking at you.

And you weren't giving it up in your mind. He prodded, inquisitively, to see if he could ease your thoughts. But inside it was a rage, muddled with the two of you and everything he'd confessed to you when he thought you were sleeping.

Instead of mentioning it, he waited for you to answer him. You shook your head, blinked.

"No, yes," you managed to answer, confused on what to say and how to say it. You couldn't say that you needed to talk, the phrase itself twisting in your gut.

Mayday stood up again and Miguel glanced at the toddler. "You, sit."

You cut to May and grinned, watching her plop back into her seat. Miguel guided your eyes back to him, sitting forward to lower his voice. "Is there something wrong?"

You shook your head, your mouth prying open and shut then back again. He was good with kids, you knew he was. But would he be good with this kid? Would he be happy with this kid or would he treat it like the band-aid over his bleeding heart?

Then Miguel could see it. His tap into your mind found the source. He scoffed, his lips flashing to a grin of disbelief. His brows flexed, his hand grabbing your wrist as he straightened up.

You stared at Miguel's face, the sudden realization painting his expression. You pulled your free hand back to your temple, attempting to shield it from Miguel. "I hate when you do that."

Miguel snorted an air from his nose, amused by your admittance. "I'm sorry, amor, but you were struggling."

You shut your eyes, breathed out shakily. Still, tears began to pool behind your lids and you licked at your lips. "I...I wanted to say it first."

Miguel broke at the crack of your voice, out of his chair and knelt before you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Nena, tell me. Say it."

You opened your wet eyes and looked down at Miguel, his arms folded in your lap holding your hands. "I'm..." you swallowed hard again, worked through the pause in your words. "I'm pregnant."

The words came out as a relief to Miguel, dropping your hands to hold his face in his. He bowed in your lap, almost in praise to you and your beauty.

Your face broke into a grin, tears streaking your cheeks as you carded your fingers through his hair. Leaning forward, you rested your lips to the back of Miguel's head.

"I want you to love this baby alone," You whispered. "They are not Gabriella."

Miguel stiffened at the mention of her name. Of course you knew, he saw that you knew, but your words staked into his heart and made him sit up.

"Of course, of course, nena. I-I wouldn't..." He tried, but inside he felt the jealousy worm into place.

It wouldn't be Gabriella, there would only be one like her. And whether that was him or you that made her her, it wouldn't be the same.

You scanned the depth of his dark eyes, believing his stammered words. "I know what you said about wanting kids, but only one kid. If you don't want to do this, we can..."

Miguel's face hardened an inch, his stern nature returning. "No. No, don't even say that. I want to do this. I want to, if you do. And I can tell you do."

He raked his eyes over you, your beautiful form with glistening eyes and streaked cheeks. Miguel cradled your face, ran his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away your tears.

"I love you, and I want to be with you. Do whatever you do."

Miguel could've said again how happy he made you, but it wasn't necessary. He knew what you were hung up on.

"I'm selfish, I know that," Miguel admitted to your lap, bowing his head to show his vulnerable neck. "I know I said I only wanted her, but I want you more."

He raised his eyes to meet yours, pondering if he was worthy of your acceptance. You swiped his hands from your cheeks, then held onto them.

"Stop being Romeo for a minute and talk to me," you said, dropping your bundle of hands to your lap.

"I am," Miguel responded. "I'm here."

He glanced over to Mayday, who was blowing bubbles into her sippy cup, then back at you. "I am. We're having a niño."

You cut your eyes at his term, allowing him to stand up and caress your chin to eagerly kiss his cheek. It almost felt too easy, how he was taking it.

-

Miguel was restless that night. He'd kept May up past her bedtime, pacing through the living room as he replayed your lunch date.

He felt he'd said something wrong, that he responded wrong to something important. You told him this wasn't Gabriella, and for a half-life he felt disappointment.

Whatever miniscule sliver in him that made him feel that way, he wanted to find it and yank it out. There would be no Gabriella like the original.

There was no other, and he had to admit it. Holding Mayday against his chest while he rocked her to sleep, Miguel knew that this was his happy ending.

He'd expected a canon event to sound in the background, on his wrist, when you actually uttered the words; when nothing did, Miguel was concerned still.

A sting came to his nostrils and he bit it away with a sniffle. You'd given him what he wanted even when he couldn't ask for it. Miguel pursed a steady breath from his lips, turning in his pace to stride again.

He wasn't replacing Gabriella, she was never his. Just an attachment he'd gained while on his path to self-retribution. Miguel had to ignite the deadened patches of his soul only for them to be tilled and made new.

You aided him in that. You climbed out of bed and stood in the doorway, watching Miguel keep May close to him.

"Miggy, let's put her to bed," you muttered when he turned around to face you.

He froze in his stride, staring at you with welling eyes. Miguel sniffled again, knowing he still had work to do. This would not be his fresh start, this would be his wake-up call.

"One second, hermosa." He offered, looking down at Mayday and pulling her up to nuzzle his cheek to hers.

"She's so cute," you cooed, stepping before Miguel to stare down at her.

He nodded, looking away from the kid to you. "We get to have our own."

You smiled, spared a breath of wonder. "Yeah, and they'll be just as cute."

"Cuter," Miguel added, the word tacky and foreign on his tongue. He chuckled lowly when you looked over at him. "Let me be biased."

You leaned in to kiss Miguel's cheek then by-passed him to use the restroom. "Go, put her to bed."

Miguel nodded and did as you instructed, then waited up for you to return. He held a hand out for you to take. "I wanted to apologize for making you think..."

"It's fine," you cut in, leaning forward to peck Miguel's lips. "I know that it's hard to heal."

Miguel took a deep breath in, out. He stared up at you, tilting his head as his chest caught something sticky.

"I am happy with you. I am healing with you." He stressed softly. Miguel shook his head an inch, his nose stinging yet again. "And if I made you feel for a second that I didn't want that, I am truly sorry."

You held Miguel's jaw in your hands, ran them up through his hair as you examined his sullen face. The bags under his eyes were dulling, the red in his eyes prominent.

You took his apology and bit back your own messy look. Instead, you kissed between his brows, the tip of his nose then his lips.

And Miguel felt at ease, relaxing his shoulders and pulling you into his lap.

[things-of-fire]

Hello Warrior Cats community,

I haven’t picked up a Warriors book in years, but I’m obsessed with Tumblr’s new favorite girlfailure and I would like to join the headcanon train!! Idrk who Nightheart and Sunbeam are but I see a lot of speculation that she’s their kit. Despite this, I think it’d be cool if she were in Windclan, as Windclan is said to have the closest connection with Starclan (but I have no clue if that’s still canon/acknowledged.) Based on my vague knowledge of Sol, I think he could be the voice in her head pushing her to break the clans’ connection with Starclan and embrace him as their spiritual guide free themselves and their ancestors from their useless code. I’m a BIG fan of the “moonpool is a place full of eldritch horror” thing we’ve collectively agreed upon, as well as the idea that without a site for Starclan to communicate through, that burden is placed onto this poor random apprentice. Also into Moon^2, but if Moonpaw makes friends with any cat on the other side I hope it’s Leafpool because I think that’d be really beautiful!! I also hope she connects with/seeks out MothWing. Final hopes are that Moonpaw is a little weirdo and she doesn’t get a boring love interest—at the very least, I think any relationships she has (romantic or otherwise) should be complicated by the fact that she’s Plagued By Visions, especially if those visions are controversial.

[Image ID: the artist’s interpretation of Moonpaw, a confirmed protagonist from the upcoming Warrior Cats arc. The artist portrays Moonpaw as a thick-furred black and white cat. She has dark splotches across her body and a completely black tail, save for a tiny white fleck at the tip. The spots on her face resemble the craters of the moon, which is referenced to the right of her. Moonpaw’s eyes are large and amber. The fur on her face droops, forming a crescent shape. She’s looking sadly to the side. Above this drawing is a sketch of Moonpaw standing in the Moonpool. An arrow points to her, labeling her “Starclan’s favorite wet cat.” Sparkles surround her and the water. She is sopping wet, with water dripping off her long fur. She looks to the distance with comically large eyes and flattened ears. An unknown voice says to her, “Moonpaw? What are you doing!?” End ID.]

[cowgirlbeepboops]

still thinking about sol’s sopping wet tits…….

[chlorophylliccoyote]

for the doodle requests can we get our soppest wet cat Yi Nine Sols?? 🐱

One sopping wet pussy cat for the sopping wet pussy cat :>

RuRuRuRrooOOOOoOOOOooo