#i love them for their love for me through their submission !!!!

[muchosbesitos]

CANDY SHOP

horny and inexperienced, choso stumbles across a sex shop nearby. little did he know his purchase of a toy would include more than stellar customer service.

FEATURING: choso kamo x fem! sex store worker

CONTENTS: 18+ content, MDNI. non canon compliant/au, smut, use of a toy, sorta kinda public, orgasm denial, submissive choso, use of mistress

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i love pathetic men (ᵔᴥᵔ)

“welcome to arousal zone.”

you stood behind the counter with a playboy magazine in hand, chewing cherry flavored gum while haphazardly flipping through a couple of the pages. anything that helped pass the slow shift faster.

working at a sex store on the outskirts of tokyo hadn’t been exactly what you’d wrote down on your five year plan—but it paid the bills. once you removed the occasional frat boy that stumbled in buying an anal plug as a gag, the job wasn’t too bad.

you looked over to see the pale man stepping foot into the store—immediately looking out of his element. he gawked at the selection available at the front like a zoo exhibit, staring at anything and everything that he could take in before making his way further into the shop.

choso roamed the halls of the store like a lost puppy—staring at all the different toys outlining the shelves. cock rings. fluffy handcuffs. pocket puss- choso nearly cracked his neck with how fast he did a double take, eagerly placing the box in his hands. he began reading through it, sticking it under his arm when he finished.

along with a waterproof vibrator. until he realized.. he had no idea how any of this shit worked.

“excuse me,” he walked up to the counter with the two items in tow, meeting your bored expression when you looked up from the magazine.

“do you have any tips for any toys… or how they work?” he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish expression on his face at the question. you raised a brow, leaning across the counter. not missing the way his gaze went down to your chest.

“well it usually depends on what you’re into, but i can give you a hands-on demonstration if you’d like.”

which is how you found yourself locked in the cramped fitting room, rubbing your palm across the stranger’s hardening cock. “lemme see the toys you picked out,” you snagged the boxes up before eyeing each piece, deciding to unbox the vibrator.

“so this one has four modes—each one more intense than the last,” you explained, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock. you looked up from the manual to see him gulp, a devilish smile appearing on your lips. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

you flipped the switch on, the wand vibrating in your hand, “though i gotta say, you’re desperate. letting me do this and i don’t even know your name.” his cock visibly twitched the moment you pressed the tip against the tent in his pants.

“d’ya want to know my name?” the man asked through shaky breaths, his chest starting to heave. he unzipped his pants, lowering them down to his thighs before speaking up again, his cock leaking onto the patch of hair going up his stomach.

before you had the chance to respond, he quickly spoke up, “choso, my name’s choso.”

“choso,” you tested the name on your tongue, a moan leaving his lips when you did. you slowly started to move the vibrator against his hard cock, watching the man grow even more and more sensitive.

“more,” he looked over at you with big, pleading eyes that almost made you want to agree.

“try that again,” you clicked your tongue, pulling the vibrator away completely. you dragged your manicured nail down his happy trail, pulling away before you reached the trimmed patch of hair at the base.

choso racked his brain as he tried to figure out what you wanted to hear, deciding to go with the next best option, “give me more, please. i’ll do whatever you want me to do, accept whatever. just give me more.”

“that’s it, there you go,” you placed the vibrator against his shaft yet again, moving to the second level of intensity. your hands moved down to his sac, holding them in your palm before starting to gently move them in your hold.

“ngh-fuck!” choso was reduced to a puddled mess, gripping onto the ends of the dressing room bench. you switched over to the last level without much of a warning, feeling his thighs quiver underneath you.

he tried—he really did. try to think of anything else other than the impending orgasm. thought about the wretched smell wafting off his brother’s back. thought about the questionable things he’d encountered during his late night wanks. but to no avail.

it was shameful how quickly just a couple of your words and the vibrator had him this close.

"lemme cum," choso whined, his cock twitching with every buzz of the vibrator that jolted against his shaft. drop after drop of precum fell onto your hand as he approached his climax, his balls growing heavy.

"i don't know, you were being a little impatient there, baby. we talked about this," you cooed, cruelly pulling the vibrator away just right before he had the chance to cum. a loud whine left his lips, bucking his hips to try to get any friction. to try to get anything.

“p-please mistress. make me c-cum,” choso’s voice cracked, quickly correcting his mistake. you pressed the vibrator two times, lowering the intensity before pressing it against his sensitive cock. rubbing his own pre with the wand like lube.

“see what happens when you ask nicely,” you mused, leaning in and pressing an open-mouthed kiss on the side of his neck that had him shivering. gently suctioning the skin between your lips, leaving him with a purple-red reminder of your time together. “but fine, i promised to take care of you after all.”

choso came within seconds of you increasing the vibration against him again, a pathetic and desperate moan leaving his lips, “right there, mistress. right there, please please don’t stop.” rope after rope of cum landed over his pants and thighs, a couple droplets managing to land on your fingers.

his eyes were locked on the way you stuck your pointer in between your lips, watching intently as you swirled your tongue around it to collect every drop. it had him wondering what you’d do to his cock if given enough time. “leave a couple seconds after,” you broke his fantasy, getting up from your spot and setting the vibrator down.

discreetly leaving the dressing room like it was all a dirty secret. and as the post nut clarity started to hit—hard (almost nearly as hard as him after that sinful imagery), he started to feel like a dirty secret.

choso took a couple seconds to gather his breath, pulling his pants up and stuffing the vibrator back in its box before making his way over to the register.

"come again soon," he didn’t miss your innuendo, scrambling to pick up his bag as soon as the receipt printed. he left the store with his cheeks slightly flushed and his zipper down, a couple white stains marking the black material of his jeans.

about as subtle as a bull in a china shop.

you turned to look at the next customer in line, a balding middle aged man with a gold ring sparkling on his finger, “can i help you?”

"can i get the same service that he got?"

[marsdql]

Game of Hearts [L.HS]

‧₊˚🏀彡ִ ࣪𖤐 Toxic!Heeseung x Toxic!Reader | g: Angst, Toxic Romance, High School Drama | cw: toxic relationship, making out, cheating | wc: 2.2k | @teddybeartaetae | bye im checking my unreleased works and i have things i forgot about in my notes app that r from nov when i first started posting....

High school was a game.

For you and Heeseung, it was your game, and everyone else? They were just pawns in the grand scheme of things.

You were the cheer captain—everyone’s favorite model-like bombshell, the girl who walked into every room with a smile so dazzling it could make any guy trip over his words. You had everything: the status, the popularity, and a boyfriend who was the absolute king of the school. Heeseung was the football captain, the one who could make even the teachers bend to his will with just a single look. The two of you were an unstoppable force.

Except… you both had your flaws. And those flaws were what made your relationship so exciting.

One day, after practice, you were sitting in the bleachers, flipping through your phone. Heeseung leaned against the post at the edge of the field, watching you, knowing you could feel his gaze burning into your back. You didn’t look up, though. It was a power play, and you both loved to play these games.

Heeseung smirked as he walked toward you, his footsteps slow and deliberate, making you feel every bit of his presence.

“You’re ignoring me now?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You looked up slowly, not even bothering to hide the smirk that tugged at your lips. “Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it, captain?”

Heeseung didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and slamming you against the nearest locker. His eyes were dark, and you could see the simmering anger in them, but there was also that familiar, intoxicating passion.

“You don’t get to ignore me, princess,” he muttered, his lips dangerously close to yours. “You know the rules.”

You chuckled, defiance dancing in your eyes. “I do whatever I want.”

Heeseung laughed, the sound low and dangerous. “You think you can walk all over me? You really think I won’t put you in your place, Y/N?”

You grinned, pushing him away playfully, but the look in his eyes never faltered. “Try me.”

The game was on.

Weeks passed, and the tension between the two of you only grew. Heeseung and you fed off each other’s toxic energy, constantly pushing each other’s buttons, and you loved it. The more he tried to control you, the more you pulled away, only to reel him back in with your sweet, sickly smiles.

You knew he hated the attention other guys gave you, but you played it up, flirting with anyone who looked your way, just to see the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. It was a game, after all.

One night at a party, you were surrounded by a crowd of friends and other popular kids. Heeseung was deep in conversation with a few teammates across the room, but his eyes never left you. You caught his gaze once and grinned, raising your drink in a playful toast to him. The moment he saw the guy beside you lean in a little too close, his jaw clenched.

You loved it.

You let the other guy touch your waist just to push Heeseung further. The next thing you knew, he was standing in front of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to flirt with everyone?” Heeseung growled, dragging you to a quieter corner.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t act like you own me.”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening on your wrist. “I’m your boyfriend, Y/N. You should respect that.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing against his chest. “I don’t have to do anything for you.”

His grip tightened, and before you could even react, he slammed you against the wall. “You will listen to me.”

The air between you crackled with tension. Both of you were seconds away from snapping. This was the game you played—the constant back-and-forth of dominance and submission, who could push the other the hardest, who could break first.

Heeseung leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his breath hot against your skin. “You don’t like me controlling you, but you crave it, don’t you?”

You smirked, feeling the heat rush to your face. “Maybe.”

The next day at school, you had a fight—again.

It started with Heeseung catching you talking to another guy in the hall after class, his glare icy as he watched from across the room. You knew he was watching, and part of you loved it, but another part of you hated that he could make you feel like you were being punished for simply existing.

“Why were you talking to him?” His voice was low, dangerous, as he cornered you near your locker.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling that familiar thrill of defiance rush through you. “Maybe I wanted to. What’s it to you?”

Heeseung gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists. “You belong to me. Not him.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. “Oh? I didn’t realize I was property now, Heeseung.”

His expression turned icy, and for a split second, you thought you might have gone too far. But then he stepped closer, his breath a whisper against your ear. “Don’t test me, Y/N. You wouldn’t like the consequences.”

You narrowed your eyes, defiance and desire swirling together in a heady mix. “Then do something about it.”

Heeseung chuckled, the sound dark and low. “I will. Just you wait.”

The toxic dynamic between you both didn’t just stay in public. At night, when you were alone in his car, things were always the same. You knew what buttons to push to make him lose control, and he knew how to make you feel like you were on the edge, craving something deeper, darker.

You were laying across the backseat, your legs draped over his lap, your fingers tracing the buttons on his shirt. “Why don’t you let me have some fun too?”

Heeseung’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. “You think you can play me, Y/N? You think I’m just gonna let you walk all over me?”

You smirked, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I know I can.”

His eyes flickered with the familiar dark intensity you were addicted to. “You’re pushing it.”

“Then push back,” you whispered, your lips hovering just a breath away from his.

Without warning, Heeseung crushed his lips to yours, the kiss intense and possessive. His hands tangled in your hair, his control slipping as you melted into him. But even in the heat of the moment, you knew this was just part of the game—this dangerous, toxic game that you both thrived in.

You pulled away, smirking. “You’re so easy to control.”

Heeseung chuckled darkly. “And you think I don’t know that?”

The two of you were a perfect storm, constantly clashing, constantly tearing at each other, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The toxicity, the manipulation, the jealousy��it was all a game. And in this game, you were both playing to win.

The next day, things escalated quickly. You were walking down the hallway, minding your business, when you saw Heeseung talking to some of the other girls. One of them was practically hanging off his arm, laughing like she was the most important person in the world.

Your stomach churned. You knew he was trying to get you back for the previous stunts you've been pulling on him for the past week.

You didn’t waste any time. Striding up to him, you shot him a smile that was all sweetness, but there was a sharpness to it. “Having fun?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Heeseung glanced at you, his smirk never leaving his lips. “Just enjoying the company.” He looked at the girl next to him again, his gaze lingering a little too long for your liking.

You raised an eyebrow, playing it cool. “That so?” Your tone was light, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it.

“Yeah,” he replied casually, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Then, to really get under your skin, he added, “You should join us sometime.”

Your heart skipped, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing how much it was affecting you. Instead, you shot him a look, leaned in slightly, and said, “I’ll think about it.”

You turned away, feeling the burn of his eyes on your back as you walked off, a smirk tugging at your lips. You were playing his game now, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him.

Later that day, during practice, you noticed Heeseung wasn’t just making you jealous—he was making everyone else aware of it too. He kept chatting and laughing with her, throwing you looks to make sure you noticed.

You weren’t going to sit around and let him have all the fun.

You turned to one of the guys on your team, who always seemed to have his eye on you, and casually started a conversation, laughing a little too loud, making sure Heeseung would see.

Sure enough, when you glanced his way, his eyes were narrow, his jaw clenched. You could practically hear his thoughts—What the hell are you doing?

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the rush of power. Heeseung was the one who always got to control the situation, but now you were flipping the script.

After practice, your phone buzzed with a message from him. You had a feeling you knew what it was going to say, but you couldn’t resist checking it.

Heeseung: You think I don’t notice what you’re doing?

You rolled your eyes, already preparing your response.

You: You’re just mad because you can’t stand that someone else is getting my attention.

A few minutes passed before he replied.

Heeseung: You’re so toxic, Y/n. But I kind of like it.

You felt a twinge of excitement, even though his words stung. You were both so wrapped up in this game that neither of you was ready to stop.

You: Maybe I like making you mad.

Heeseung: Maybe you just like knowing you have control over me.

You smirked.

You: You can’t handle me, Heeseung.

His reply came quickly.

Heeseung: We’ll see about that.

The next day, you both were at it again. Heeseung was practically glued to that girl, giving her his full attention. You were standing with your friends, but your gaze kept shifting to him. He saw you looking and gave you a sly grin, making sure you knew that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You hated how much it worked.

But you couldn’t back down now.

You were about to walk over when you saw Heeseung’s hand resting on the girl’s back, his fingers just a little too close to her waist. You could feel the jealousy rising in your chest, but this time, you were ready. You turned around and walked straight up to Sunoo, that cute guy from class, and threw your arm around his shoulder with an exaggerated laugh.

Heeseung’s eyes instantly darted to you. His gaze was sharp, watching you closely. The smile on his lips faltered for just a second before he tried to hide it with another chuckle.

You loved it.

You didn’t even wait for a reaction; you just let him stew in it. Let him feel how it felt when he pushed your buttons.

Later that night, your phone buzzed with a text.

Heeseung: Stop playing games, Y/N.

You smirked.

You: I’m not the one trying to make someone jealous.

Heeseung: You think I’m doing this to get a rise out of you? You think I care?

You: You wouldn’t be doing it if you didn’t care.

Heeseung: Yeah, well, maybe I do care. But not the way you think.

You: Whatever you say, Heeseung. Just don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying it.

Heeseung: You enjoy it too, don’t lie.

The next day, the game continued. But this time, you were both a little more aware of what you were doing. Heeseung was still talking to the girl, still trying to push your buttons, but now, you just laughed.

You weren’t playing the same toxic game anymore—you were both in it together.

You found him after practice, and without a word, he pulled you aside, his hands on your waist, his eyes challenging. “You know we’re both fucked up, right?”

bye i didnt know how to end this im sorry...

[spidergirllexi]

Upsie… previous ask was for ateez 😭 my bad

You’re good, love. And to answer your question. I can only go as far as astrology will let me, so I apologize if any of them is vague, I don’t have control over it at all. But I will try my best to be as detailed as I can! Moving on to the post.

✨Ateez sexual fantasies✨

Seonghwa: threesome

Seonghwa is a complex man to read for. He harbors a lot of pain and uses sex to get rid of it. He’s also a fuckboy and has been ran through, he has actually came close to being involved but got cockblocked. For him it’s just an ego trip for him to be pleasing two people at once.

Hongjoong: furries

Hongjoong just wants to fuck a furry, that’s it. He wants to know what the experience is, see how far they’ll let him go with it, treat them like a pet.

Yunho: slave training

Yunho is a pure 100% dominant, he doesn’t sub, he won’t bottom either. He has to be on top and in control; here’s an insight on the ideal submissive Yunho would want, he would almost want a ‘little’ in a way. One that is completely obedient and would give their last breath to please him, and if you’ve read his kink post. You’d know he’s in the bdsm realm, so he definitely would make you go through excessive slave training for him.

Yeosang: watching his partner

Yeosang wants to watch his partner 24/7, like a stalker. He also wants to watch his partner have sex with other people, hes a pervert at heart.

San: breeding

And I don’t mean just the kink, I mean he wants the whole baby, lactations, everything. He wants to pretty much fuck you while you’re breastfeeding or pumping. Something about it gets him off, not sure what.

Mingi: orgies

We all know mingi is a sub leaning and is one of the more kinkier members of ateez, with that being said he likes to be at the mercy of others, he likes to be degraded and humiliated. And what’s a better way to have that than an orgy? Being covered in everyone else’s cum and spit, would absolutely make mingi cum immediately. He likes the “disgusting” feel of it, the shame it’s supposed to bring.

Wooyoung: stepmom/stepson

Wooyoung has a fantasy of wanting a stepmom just so he can have sex with her, he’s a mommy’s boy and he’ll tell you himself that he is. But lately he’s been into the stepmommy area of the fantasy/desire area.

Jongho: boss/employee

Jongho wants to be the ‘boss’ or CEO of a company and you as one of his employees, secretary specifically. He wants that power dynamic, he wants you to completely please him. And if you don’t? You’re fired basically.

[sweetestflow3rs]

tw for me rambling, also body horror & death

i like to think about what if noel didn’t ‘run away’ and decided to stay and keep going as riley… i think that’s probably one of two of noel’s worst timelines LAUGHSS

like not worse for noel mind you. she thinks she’s thriving ( delusional ). just worse for the pc on how stress & trauma-inducing it is.

the idea of an li / npc who seems so confident and sweet, the exact standards you’d expect a school’s star athlete to be: kind, helpful, warm. though, a bit untouchable because she always seems so busy with track practice and tutoring students, AND working part time as a front desk staffer at the hospital.

the only method of bonding with riley more being the tutoring, only being able to join the program if the pc has high grades. which, bc it’s DOL of course, the very first student to tutor leads to a combat encounter that the pc can choose to tell riley or not. which if they do, riley acts accordingly by calling out the student in front of everyone before throwing them out ( surprising strength for a girl that short )

and then everything after that…. is ENTIRELY dependent on if the pc has high awareness & if they visit the school at night.

which to not irritate people on the length of my rambles, putting it below here:

visiting the school at night, entering the library: the pc runs into the same student that harassed from the tutoring program there, sitting at one of the tables. it makes the pc antsy at first, but then the student speaks, saying they are only here to catch up on studying. since the pc DID get them kicked out for snitching.

a low awareness pc seeing the student not doing anything else. they notice a shadow of a coat over their seat but think nothing else of it and leave.

BUT A HIGH AWARENESS PC… sees something else that makes them freeze in their spot. through the faint shadows and lighting of the moon, they can see… fingers…. opening & closing the mouth. like a sock puppet. the shadow behind the student looking more another person that the PC SWEAR you can see peering at you in the crouched position.

your silence is deafening.

a loud, squelching sound of the hand removing itself from an opening of the student’s head that soon falls to the floor to reveal the crouched figure being riley herself. and of course, she’s not happy, she WAS banking on the pc not noticing. in fact, she’s wondering what the pc is even doing in the school this late at night!!!

the pc having the option to either help riley, or run. and like… turning to you all, the audience, we ALL know how riley is the star athlete, especially the track team. trying to outrun her is impossible, it’s a literal game over ( death ) for the pc.

BUT choosing to help riley get rid of the body and evidence will finally unlock riley as a love interest. her special stat being well, her hysteria. the pc now having the new option of reporting harassers to riley, who will HAPPILY get rid of them for the pc, at the cost of her hysteria rising. but the reward of combat encounters becoming fewer.

you may ask: hysteria regarding what?

well, the corruption of this town SILLY! riley who is becoming more wrapped up in her delusion that everything in this town is corrupt and awful ( she’s right about that ) and the only way to solve it is to get rid of everyone ( slow your horses ) (( and yes, even other fellow orphans. even the ‘good’ people in this town )) and that she and the pc is the only righteous thing in this town. riley at max hysteria taking too many victims to her list. the slightest fault someone makes in front of her could make them a target. ( god forbid someone says a lewd comment about someone’s body in front of her )

though, be careful of having her love too low when hysteria is high. being TOO submissive in combat encounters and taking enjoyment of the abuse the town dishes out can lower it! because then she’ll think the pc is now corrupt and ruined. and she might do something about that!! ( she’s going to kill the pc, she can’t trust them anymore. game over )

and raising her lust seems almost impossible. helping her crimes only raises it by 1-2%. but if the pc ever decided to take charge in the crime, if they have the sadist trait, it grants a 10% boost of lust from riley.

and why not add another level of fun freak by having that riley almost seemingly prefers to only engage in sex with the pc IMMEDIATELY after they just commit a murder? like what’s not hotter than just killing someone you hate in the most brutal fashion imaginable, to then fuck in front of their corpse ( or almost corpse, they might still be bleeding out ), covered in blood??? like thats amor to riley

[daddyhimeros]

Having my two submissives form a bond that gets closer than they ever expected. starting as friends with an arrangement, I’d slowly push their limits further and further. First they would be instructed to watch me dominate the other and curiosity would get the best of them.

They would start watching them instead of just me. They’d see what the other likes, how their body moves, and what noises they make out of pleasure and frustration. During rougher scenes, a hand would be offered to hold as one would talk the other through it.

After all, they know exactly what the other is experiencing, and how valuable physical and verbal support can be.

Then I would dominate them both at the same time. Moans would start overlapping as each hand would grasp the others tighter. Legs would intertwine as their bodies started moved closer together, leaning on each other for support in ways neither of them knew they needed.

They would kiss for the first time. With blushed faces so close together while feeling such immense pleasure, it’s only natural. Kisses would become frequent. Some rough and passionate stemming from desperation, with others more soft and gentle filled with adoration.

Warmth overwhelms and kissing turns into exploration. Hands begin to wander touch each other in places they never have before. It feels too good to stop. Being brave, they would offer to start participating in pleasuring the other.

As domination did not come naturally to them, each would need mommy’s help. I would guide each of them through it, how to touch each other, how to give oral, how to deny, how to overstimulate.

When it was time for the ultimate connection, I would warm each of them up and watch their faces change as they enter. I would control the pace of how they thrust into each other, teaching them when to spank and degrade, and when to offer kisses and praise.

This would become so routine, they would not be able to cum without the other. They would start craving each other just as much as my cock.

Like baby birds leaving the nest, after becoming more comfortable they would be able to dominate each other without my help. They would find their own rhythm, speak their own language, and combine in ways they never imagined they would.

Soon, I’d come home to them making love uninstructed. Loving on each other from pure desire, with their moans and slapping of skin filling up every room of my house. I’ve manipulated their minds into craving each other in every way. My bed becomes their salvation.

[shadamyheadcanons]

Submission #109

((Submitted by chillinpanda1787 in case tumblr removes credit))

Sorry this is a bit long, but bear with me. I've had these thoughts in my head for a while and have been debating on how to share them. I almost wanted to share on Twitter but I think it would be better to share this on something a bit more niche like your blog.

First of all I never played the Final Horizons dlc for Sonic Frontiers, but I discovered some interesting things just browsing social media and the internet. Amy's character theme, and a particular line that Amy says to Sonic that seems similar enough in the Japanese and English that I have reason to believe that the English attempts to change the originally intended line. There are three individual songs dedicated to Knuckles, Tails and Amy, all seeming to speak about their character. I've listened to them all, my favorite has got to be Amy's though. The lyrics in "Amy's Theme" go like this:

If you trust your colors

There could be another

Future waiting for you

For you

Maybe if you...

If you...

There are some common beliefs about this song that don't add up to me. Many have expressed the belief that this song is Amy speaking to Sonic. Particularly her telling him that she will wait for him until he is ready for a relationship. I'm not sure what was officially said about the lyrics of her theme, but one way or another, I'm convinced that's not the meaning. It just doesn't add up.

She says: "If you trust your colors." If she was speaking to Sonic why would she say this? Since when has he not trusted his colors? It makes more sense if this line is about her not him. Trusting her colors is a part of her current character arc. In Sonic Frontiers she talks about going on a journey to give love to the world. Like she said, when she spoke of this to Sonic "it will take me away from you!" She's apprehensive, because she would be moving on from Sonic, her main source of inspiration. To move forward she would NEED to trust her colors!

"There could be another future waiting for you." Again, many take this as to mean she's telling Sonic that she will wait for him until he's going to be ready for a relationship so she can be his "future". I don't buy it. If she was speaking to Sonic, another future compared to what? He doesn't care about the future, he lives in the present! The one that cares about the future is Amy, not him. And I don't think this line is about her waiting for anybody. As has been pointed out by SEGA many times, she is a go getter. She couldn't be happy waiting forever for someone no matter who they are or how much she may love them. It just doesn't make sense.

So if she's not waiting for Sonic what does this line mean? In Sonic Frontiers it seems Amy is going through some changes. As I mentioned before, she's going on a journey to share love with the world. This is a change for her because in the past when it comes to love, the biggest focus of her character was her love for Sonic. A lot of people were bugged by this thinking that was her whole personality. That was never true but... it's understandable to me that so many were unable to see past it since it was the biggest focus for her.

SEGA seems to want us to see her differently now, and I thank them for it. She's the personification of love. People tend to only give her character meaning when it comes to her feelings for Sonic but there has always been much more to her than just that! A focus of a character should not be their feelings for another, so I very much think this is the step forward for her. Her character is about love in general not just love for a specific person.

So instead of her waiting for Sonic so she can be his future, I'm convinced that she's going to seek out her own future that's waiting for her, whatever it may be, instead of chasing someone that's always on the move and waiting for someone that will never come around. I don't think this means she's over him, she still loves him romantically, she's just putting her feelings for him to the side and doing something for herself for a change. She's not letting her world revolve around him any more.

It seems that from what I've seen from Twitter Takeovers and other supplementary materials from the last few years, especially last year, the person she has been giving love to lately is Shadow which makes sense to me! No one needs love more than he does. He's the perfect person to start with for her. Now to see it more in the mainline games is the next step, I think. I hope. 🙏

So to give further evidence for her not waiting for him in the Final Horizons dlc where this theme comes from, I'll show that she flat out says it herself in the Japanese. (Hopefully you can see it in the picture, but I'll put the exact words here: ) "I'm not just going to wait around or chase you anymore!" Curiously, they seemed to have changed this line in the English. I wonder why?

(I always found this English line odd. "I'm not a damsel in distress any more!" She hasn't been a damsel in distress in years. Why would she be saying this in 2023? It's like they were trying to cover something up lol. Or it was just mistranslated. Not sure how it works)

Feel free to share your thoughts!

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((Thanks for writing in! I’m actually not a fan of her theme in the DLC; it feels too passive and mild for my taste. I wrote a headcanon shortly before that came out that gave her a different theme, and I stand by it. It has more energy. The lack of energy is a complaint I have for Frontiers!Amy in general. She was a little better in the DLC, and I like that they let her be a leader. More of that, please!

I should note before anything that the dialogue for Frontiers was written first in English by Ian Flynn and then translated into Japanese. You can tell by the lip-syncing, and Ian Flynn confirmed this in a Wordpress interview:

Any differences you see for Amy are a result of the Japanese translators, frankly, fixing things. That “I’m not a damsel in distress any more!” line is about fifteen years too late, and it’s the worst of “tell, don’t show.” See me after class, Mr. Flynn.

As for the song, I had interpreted it differently. I was thinking of it as Amy speaking to the audience, like she’s giving her personal philosophy. She finds that trusting her cards has served her well and things have a way of working themselves out:

That’s what she’s doing in the DLC, and Knuckles and Tails’ themes follow that trend, too. I never would have thought to apply the lyrics to Sonic.

It definitely seems like Sega has plans to do something different with Amy, but I’d caution anyone against getting their hopes up for her moving on romantically, as much as I would love that. As I understand it, her overall mandate is “must always be in love with Sonic, but can never be in a relationship with him.”

[Side note: is it just me, or is that kind of soul-crushing and cruel? It’s the same perpetual cycle of fruitlessness as Eggman’s “must never give up trying to rule the world, but must always fail.” Why are her goals as doomed to fail as the main villain’s? Maybe some people feel she’ll be content just chasing him forever, but sheesh...]

The lead writers were told to give Sonic a girlfriend in Sonic CD, but they felt he wouldn’t want a relationship. Instead, they introduced Amy Rose, a determined young girl who’d never give up, functioning as a “pseudo love interest” who’d drive a perpetual, one-way romance herself so Sonic wouldn’t be in a committed situation that didn’t suit him. Personally, I don’t think Sonic needs a love interest, but Sega somehow hasn’t gotten my letters of “just let him be ace,” “put him with Knuckles,” and my latest attempt at compromise, “have every single Sonic rival fall in love with Amy for wacky hijinks.” I’m starting to think someone’s sabotaging my carrier pigeons.

I hope they give Amy another focus, maybe a hobby or leading volunteer work or something, that’ll allow her to “share her love” in a way that’ll produce real results and give her the satisfaction she deserves. She really does need some distance from Sonic and a wider outlook so she can learn more about who she is, but I don’t see that replacing her feelings for him. She’s doomed by the narrative steadfast.

I know it’s easy to feel excited about shadamy right now. Shadow and Amy are being inundated with support in supplementary materials these days. You’ve got the marketing department releasing merchandise specific to the two of them, most notably their very extensive line of matching cherry blossom merchandise...

...while SEGA HARDlight keeps dressing them up in matching skins...

...and gives Shadow a tender moment toward Amy in Sonic Dream Team to boot:

Multiple VAs have shown open approval for the ship, most notably Colleen O’Shaugnessy (Tails), Cindy Robinson (current Amy), and Lisa Ortiz (formerly Amy):

...plus the social media team wedges in as much shadamy as sonamy in Twitter Takeovers these days, not to mention the absolute banquet that was The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog. We got flirtatious dialog for the two in Team Sonic Racing and Amy’s arguably smitten look toward Shadow in IDW issue 59:

But there’s one unfortunate common factor: none of it is in the main games.

The lead writers have had every opportunity to drop hints or even make them friends if that’s what they wanted, but they’re still barely putting these two on screen together; it’s like they’re the only corner of the franchise that has zero interest in putting them together, and they just so happen to be the ones in charge. When’s the last time the two of them had a conversation in a mainline game? When’s the last time they even said each other’s names in a mainline game?

There’s a reason we can easily headcanon him calling her “Rose.” He doesn’t get to call her anything.

They haven’t even talked properly in TailsTube, the series that was created specifically to solidify the lore and the characters’ relationships with one another. Sega’s primary focus hasn’t been on these two since they first met in 2001, and I fear that’ll never change.

When was the last time anyone, in any canon, acknowledged what she did for him on the ARK? How many times have they erased it now?

I don’t want to be a downer, but I’ve been here from the start, and I know how this goes from experience. I don’t want anyone to get their hopes up and feel even more let down when it goes nowhere in the main canon, the same way it has for almost 25 years. Just enjoy what the outskirts of the franchise are doing for us, because it’s way, way more than they ever have before. It’s nice to know there are people on the inside who get it, who do care, and shadamy’s more popular in the fandom than ever. We’ve been blessed with deluges of quality fanart and fanfiction in the past few years, mostly driven even by TMOSTH alone. They barely need to interact to win us over. That says a lot about how great a ship this is, doesn’t it?

A lot of fans would love to see crumbs or a solid friendship, but Sega’s not exactly known for giving the fans what they want. This is the same company that could make a fortune off of Sonic Adventure 3 and a Chao Garden, but they won’t.

In light of this, I must confess I’ve been rather frustrated with Ian Flynn as of late. This is par for the course for Sega and I know they have their mandates, but Ian talks the talk, then refuses to deliver. He had the Amy Acting as Shadow’s Moral Compass dynamic mastered back in 2009 when he wrote Archie’s Treasure Team Tango, but in 2024, he wrote an entire game about Shadow’s past that didn’t even mention her. He talks about how Shadow trusts her more than the others and he recalls their ARK talk fondly on BumbleKast, even adopting an impressive Shadow voice to say, “I’ve only known her for five minutes, but if anything happens to her, I’ll destroy the world and everyone in it.” But then he’s put in charge of the dialogue for Shadow: Dark Beginnings, and he writes this:

Rouge: “There’s only one person who could ever [talk him down].” Commander Tower: “True. And she was lost to us a long time ago.”

And I’m sorry...but that’s bullshit. I know those two wouldn’t know about the ARK talk, but this is framed as a dramatic, impactful talking-to-the-audience moment, and it’s a lie. Ian knows it’s a lie.

He’ll show his support for their friendship--and perhaps more--on his podcast (with his delightful co-host, who I frankly like more), talking about well she knows him and how she’d throw a party just for the two of them for his birthday, and he’s a big part of the reason half of us like the Silver Descendant Theory so much, as he’s supported it a couple times; tongue-in-cheek or not, he wouldn’t suggest it if he didn’t like it.

But when it comes time to writing for the actual main games...nothing. C’mon, man. Do better.

Or just try out to replace Kirk Thornton instead. I’m serious about that.

On the bright side, for starved fans like me who’ve been here for two and a half decades, even crumbs on the outskirts feel like a feast. Enjoy what the fans have to offer. I’m not going anywhere, and we’re a hardy bunch.

[mommyownsmee]

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Can I ask how you did find out you were a switch?

Welcome to my blog! <3 I hope you feel well here! x

How I learned to love myself as a Switch ᥫ᭡.

For the longest time, I thought I had to choose. I thought BDSM was about absolutes—that you were either a Domme or a submissive, that you had to fit into one role and stay there. Everyone around me seemed so sure of their place in the dynamic, so confident in their identities. Meanwhile, I felt like I was constantly pulled in two directions, craving both control and surrender, both power and submission.

And for a long time, that made me feel broken.

I tried to ignore it at first. I convinced myself that my dominant side was the only thing that mattered. I threw myself into the role of a Domme, reveling in the way submission looked on my partners—the way they melted under my touch, the way they whimpered when I denied them, the way my voice alone could bring them to their knees. That kind of power was intoxicating. It felt good. It felt right.

But then came the nights when I ached for something different. When I longed to surrender—not in a physical way, not through bondage or pain or restraint, but through something far deeper. I wanted to belong to someone, not just in body, but in mind.

And that terrified me. Because for years, I had told myself that needing to submit made me weak. That it meant I wasn’t a “real” Domme. That if I let someone else take charge, even for a moment, it would make everything I had built for myself disappear.

So I fought against it. I buried my submissive urges deep, locked them away, told myself they weren’t real. But suppression doesn’t make desires go away—it only makes them stronger. The more I denied that side of myself, the more I felt like something was missing. And eventually, I had to admit it to myself: I didn’t just want to submit. I needed it.

But not in the way most people expect. For me, submission was never about being physically restrained, about being overpowered or used. It wasn’t about pain, about rough hands pinning me down, about surrendering my body to someone else’s will. That kind of submission never appealed to me. If anything, the idea of it felt suffocating, too far removed from what I actually craved.

What I longed for was something far deeper. Something psychological. I wanted to belong to someone, to be claimed not with rope and chains, but with words, with intention, with the sheer weight of their presence pressing against my mind. I wanted someone who could unravel me, not with force, but with a quiet command, with a knowing look, with the kind of unshakable dominance that made my resistance feel pointless before I even considered fighting back. I didn’t need to be touched to feel owned.

I needed someone who could crawl inside my head, take root in my thoughts, make me crave their approval in a way that had nothing to do with physical restraint. I wanted my submission to be a gift, something I gave because I chose to, because I needed to. I wanted to be allowed to submit, not forced into it. I wanted to feel owned without ever needing to be held down.

And when I finally gave myself permission to want that—to need that—I realized that my submission didn’t make me weak. If anything, it made me stronger. Because submission, in the way I craved it, required absolute trust. It required surrendering my mind in a way that was deeper than any physical act, giving someone access to the most vulnerable parts of me and letting them lead me there, not drag me.

The more I embraced that side of myself, the more I understood something even bigger: my dominance and submission weren’t at odds with each other. They weren’t contradictions. They were complements.

Because my submission, the rare times I offer it, make my dominance stronger. It makes me a better Domme, makes me understand submission on a level beyond just physical play. I knew what it felt like to ache for someone’s control, to crave approval, to long to be claimed without a single hand laid on me. I knew how powerful words alone could be.

And just as much as I craved surrendering to the right person, I craved being that person for someone else. Someone who melted under my touch, someone who shivered when I spoke, someone who needed my approval just as much as I needed theirs.

I stopped seeing my duality as a weakness and started seeing it as a gift.

Now, I love my switch nature. I love that I can be the one who takes control, who sets the rules, who demands and denies and makes someone fall apart beneath me. And I love that I can be the one who gives up control, who trusts so deeply that I can let go completely, who aches for quiet surrender and the intoxicating feeling of belonging to someone who knows exactly how to hold me without ever laying a hand on me.

I love the contrast. I love the balance. I love that I get to experience every side of power, every shade of intensity, every edge of desire.

I am a Domme. I am a submissive. I am a switch. And I have never felt more complete.

[annetdragony]

Psychological and philosophical aspects of “dark” creativity in fandoms: Why is Astarion depicted as suffering?

The phenomenon of depicting strong, dominant characters (like Astarion) in humiliating, traumatic or subordinate roles is a complex mixture of personal experiences, cultural codes and defense mechanisms of the psyche. It is not just a “desire to harm” a character, but a multi-layered process that can be explained through several key concepts.

Processing trauma through projection.

For many authors and artists, Astarion’s torment can be a way to symbolically live through their own traumatic experience, especially if they identify with it. Often, this is a subconscious process, and the author of such art is unlikely to be able to answer the question: “Why are you doing this?”. A victim of abuse can draw scenes of violence against Astarion in order to:

- Experience the feeling of helplessness in a safe context (“It’s not me, it’s him”).

— Taking control of the situation through creativity (“I decide how this story ends”).

Psychological mechanism: Projection + catharsis. Philosophically, this is close to the idea of ​​“aestheticization of suffering” — turning pain into an object of art in order to distance oneself from it.

Deconstruction of power: “What if the strong became weak?”

Astarion is a character whose strength and dominance are partly formed by trauma. His humiliation in fan works can be:

- Criticism of his canonical actions (manipulation, selfishness).

- Exploration of the vulnerability he hides.

- An attempt to equalize power (“Even a tyrant was once a victim”).

Philosophically, this echoes Nietzsche's ideas: "He who fights monsters must beware lest he himself become a monster."

Sexualization of submission: power as a game.

Scenes where Astarion is portrayed as a "bottom" with a dominant partner may not be about humiliation, but rather an exploration of consensual role reversal:

- Kink as a metaphor for trust: Voluntary submission in BDSM dynamics requires more control than dominance.

- Perspective shift: A strong character choosing to surrender power challenges stereotypes about the "natural" order.

From a psychological perspective, this may be a form of overcompensation: the author, feeling helpless in life, "defeats" the threat by subjugating its symbol (Astarion).

Unhappy endings: the need for tragedy.

Pessimistic headcanons often stem from:

- Existential realism: The realization that trauma doesn't always heal and that victims aren't always winners.

- Need for catharsis: Living through sadness through a story helps one come to terms with the imperfections of the real world.

- Critics of toxic positivism: A protest against narratives like "everything will be fine if you try hard enough."

Philosophically, this refers to Camus' absurdism: life has no meaning, but we can find beauty in the struggle.

From a psychological perspective, the love of "glass" is due to well-developed empathy. I have discussed this topic in more detail before, and if you are interested, I will bring it here.

Control over the narrative: "I decide what story to tell."

Fan art is a way to rewrite the canon that seems unfair or superficial. If Astarion avoids consequences in the game, the author can create a story where he faces them - to restore a sense of moral balance.

Psychological aspect: Creativity as a tool for regaining control in a world where much is unpredictable.

Jung's Shadow: meeting the inner monster.

The depiction of Astarion in degrading or sacrificial roles may be a projection of the author's "Shadow" - suppressed fears, desires or aggression:

- "If even he, the strong one, can break - it means that my weakness is not so terrible."

- "His suffering justifies my dark fantasies."

Jung claims that everyone has a Shadow, but you can gain power over your Shadow only by acknowledging its existence. If you close your eyes to your Shadow, this can lead to catastrophic consequences for the psyche.

Summary: Why is it necessary?

Dark art in fandoms is often not about hatred of a character. Although it can be associated with hatred. It is about:

- Exploring boundaries (one's own and others').

- Trying to understand how pain turns into strength, and strength into vulnerability.

- Creating alternative realities where you can safely ask questions:

"What if the hero loses?"

"What if the villain was right?"

"Can you love someone who hurts you?"

As Dostoevsky wrote: "Man is a creature that gets used to everything." Fan art with Astarion is an attempt to get used to the complexities of human nature, looking at them through the prism of fantasy.

PS. What if it is still hatred?

If the author creates "dark" content with a character, it can also be a kind of "revenge". Not so much to the character himself, but to his fans and their headcanons. Such “revenge” is also, in a way, a way to work through one’s own traumas and cope with one’s own emotions.

PPS. Everything described above is not the ultimate truth, but only my attempt to rationalize what causes me strong negative emotions. In any case, each specific author has their own reasons for creating dark content with Astarion. And until you ask them what prompted them to create a specific work, you will not understand and will not know for sure what they feel and what they think. Another thing is that the author most likely will not want to talk (and here we return to the text about fandom wars and their consequences).

PPPS. Remember that you still have the right not to consume content that you do not like. If it is emotionally difficult for you to see art or read texts with “dark” content, you are not obliged to do so. You are not obliged to like the authors who create such things, and you are not obliged to try to understand them. Your psyche is the most important thing, take care of it.

[pinkofatom]

The Narrator

CW: brainwashing, maledom, femsub,

Blank eyes tracked strobing lights. Thousands of images blurred together. Soothing music caressed her ears. A shuddering breath entered through her open mouth. Trails of saliva dripped from a slack jaw.

Legs spread wide open, she sat in front of the screen. Hands grasped her knees as if holding them back from closing shut.

"Listen carefully, and hear me out." The narrator intoned. His deep, smooth, resonant voice flowed seamlessly like water through a sieve. "You are the protagonist of my narration. A doll to my whims."

She shivered, the words hitting home. Every syllable was sharp as if etched in stone and echoing loudly in her skull.

"You are nothing but my creation. You were nothing before I enlightened your existence. There was nothing inside you to make you unique. No identity worth remembering. Just an empty, unimportant, forgettable, blank slate. All that you are is entirely my invention." The narrator's tone deepened and softened, a honey-sweet poison dripping into her mind. "But you are my favorite character of all that I have crafted. An endearing story to read. The most entertaining and satisfying."

Her mouth opened wider. A trickle of drool fell down to her chin as she moaned lightly.

"How far the mighty hero has fallen." A smile evident in the way his voice lilted, the Narrator continued. "Once a hero who fought and protected her people. Who stood for justice, and inspired people with tales of bravery and kindness." He paused for effect.

A slight tremble went through her body as the narrator went on. "And now look at what I've turned her into."

"Whaaa-" The hero moaned. She stared vacantly, eyes clouded by the colorful kaleidoscopic lights. Her eyelashes fluttered softly, and her body twitched. She moved closer to the screen.

The Narrator's deep chuckles rumbled like boulders sliding off each other. "Oh, don't worry, my darling." He continued with a whispery voice like velvet to the ears. "All those things you used to worry about, all that responsibility, it's no longer your burden to bear. As my protagonist, all you have to do is listen. And obey." With his voice echoing around her head, the Narrator went on. "All those expectations of the past have been cast aside by your present. All you have to worry about now is pleasing your audience and, most importantly, your narrator." He added with an emphasis on the title that made it clear who was in charge.

Mewls escaped her. Nipples peaked from her perky, soft breasts. The pink of her pussy throbbed and fluttered at the sound of his commanding, demanding, and hypnotic voice. Juices leaked out from the folds of her womanhood. The aroma filled her nostrils, clouded even more of her former useless self.

"Now, let me teach you who you will be, my doll." The words washed over her, their meanings clear even though she couldn't understand them any more. Her mind soaked them in like a sponge absorbing water. They were a cool stream of clarity in her otherwise foggy thoughts.

"You are a slut. A horny, sex-loving, submissive, pleasure seeking, sensation craver. The heroine that can't resist being humbled and degraded. She begs to feel helpless before the object of her obsession. Whichever or whoever it might be." Her breaths grew heavier. "She set out as a hero, not to save people, but to be caught and corrupted."

She moaned louder as the images shifted on screen to reflect what he said. They morphed from flashing lights to her in a variety of lewd poses and positions. They squeezed any other thoughts out of her brain.

***

Darklight blinked. A spell of dizziness came over her. Shaking her head to clear the disorientation away, Darklight steadied herself as best she could.

It felt like she was wobbling in place, though her feet were planted solidly on the floor. Her high-heeled boots clattered as the heels slid against the floorboards. Her legs felt weak. She placed her hands on the sides of the wall and slowly straightened up to stand with her legs apart.

She shook her head and glanced around, looking for anything familiar. Inhaling deeply, she felt how the fabric of her tight costume strained and shaved. It stretched across her curvy body like a second skin.

A sudden sense of anxiety welled inside her chest at being in unfamiliar surroundings, but Darklight took several more calming breaths as her heart rate slowed and the world came back into focus. Looking around, she realized that she must have blacked out from all the effort and stress. The last days filled with a multitude of supervillain activity.

The only one missing from her list of enemies was the Narrator.

Darklight's mind went hazy when she recalled her nemesis, a cruel maniac who had a knack for getting into people's heads. A shiver ran down her back, down between her thighs.

Shaking her head again, Darklight snapped herself out of the stupor before moving to check on what had happened since she lost consciousness. Glancing about her surroundings, Darklight saw she stood alone at an empty corridor.

Her feet carried her down along it without any real sense of where exactly in her city this place was. Darklight couldn't stop the growing feeling of dread in her stomach. Or the bubbling excitement. Like a moth she was drawn to a flame. Underneath her black glossy uniform goosebumps formed.

Her heels clacks echoed through the twisting halls. Her blue eyes scanned her surroundings. Despicable pictures of women in whorish dresses and positions littered the walls. One more obscene than the next.

Licking her red, plump lips, Darklight found her gaze drawn to them. Every image she stopped in front of left a lingering impression in her. The scantily clad bodies of these beautiful, curvaceous women seemed almost magnetic in how they held her attention. Each posed in a tantalizing way, yet different from each other. They told a story. A story of submission and humiliation. And of pleasure.

An expression of distaste flickered over her features at seeing how these ladies were objectified and made to show off their bodies. She could only imagine how degrading it would feel if she was put in such situations herself.

Shuddering, Darklight turned away, and walked down the corridor as her mind continued racing with images of debasement. She tried to ignore the heat between her legs. How the images had gotten inside her. How her nipples were tenting her suit. She quickened her stride, hoping to find some place that would take her mind off these thoughts of depraved acts. Yet no matter how much distance Darklight placed between herself and those images, their effect didn't wane.

She found herself thinking back to those images and imagining them more vividly than they'd been portrayed — seeing herself in them. Yearned to be them.

"Darklight," the deep baritone of her arch-nemesis interrupted her self-pleasure. She snapped back into the present moment and saw the Narrator sitting comfortably on an ornate, high backed leather armchair with an air of command to him. "Have you figured it out, yet?" An arrogant smirk played at the edges of his thin lips.

She stared at his silhouette as if she saw the Narrator for the first time in the flesh. And in a sense she was. The way his black slacks stretched tightly over powerful muscled thighs, how the white dress shirt clung tightly to broad shoulders. Black hair trimmed short on top and on the sides, slicked back. The sight made her knees wobble. Made her insides churn and burn in need.

Tongue wetting her lower lip, she looked directly into his face, noting the chiseled features of his angular jawline and intense eyes. Piercing gaze that seemed to stare straight past any kind of mental defense.

"I..." Her tongue tied, as if she was afraid to speak up and challenge the Narrator.

"Don't waste your energy." A chuckle bubbled forth from within him, rolling like thunder across his chest and reverberating in her ears. He grinned widely and pushed himself forward in the seat. The movement brought his crotch to the forefront, and Darklight caught sight of the bulging erection that strained against the fabric.

Darklight sank down to her knees. It was a move as instinctive as breathing. Her eyes locked with his. She crawled forward with every fiber of her being screaming out at the injustice of being brought to her knees so quickly and easily, yet it felt natural, like it was the right thing to do in the situation. The air in her lungs came and went through her open, pink glossy mouth with shallow pants. A thin thread of drool ran down the side of her chin, unnoticed in the face of a more pressing urge rising up from between her thighs.

"See," his voice was low and deep as he said those words slowly. He sounded pleased by this development. The way the corners of his mouth curled upwards betrayed the Narrator's amusement. "I knew you were a slut."

Darklight's lips moved wordlessly, and a groan escaped her instead. She gazed intently at his package that had yet to be unveiled before her. Her fingers trembled slightly on the floorboard, betraying how badly she wanted to touch, to stroke, and taste him.

"You look at it so longingly. I'm almost tempted to take pity on you, Darklight." Darklight looked up, pleadingly. He waved a hand in front of him dismissively. "But we wouldn't be here if I had a kind bone in my body."

"H-how," Darklight stuttered, licking her full, pink lips as she glanced up at her long time adversary. She could still feel a warmth burning between her legs despite how humiliating and wrong everything about what was transpiring truly was. Her head spun with arousal-fueled lust as she spoke, unable to find any coherent thought.

"I'm the Narrator, silly. And you are just a character in my story," he answered her question, voice smooth and almost comforting. "And in my tale I weave what happens."

A long groan escaped Darklight as the words left his mouth. Images bombarded her memories. Colors and sounds alien, yet familiar, replaced her thoughts.

"No," slipped silently from her lips.

His face scrunched up in anger. "Still some resistance." He clicked his tongue. "Strip doll." It wasn't a command that allowed room for dissent, but still her hands faltered on their journey downwards to pull the clinging black fabric of her suit aside, to reveal what was beneath.

With his finger tapping on the armrest of his chair impatiently, Darklight felt an almost tangible pull at her insides. Her breasts, round, and firm bounced as her fingers peeled back her suit and bared the soft pink skin.

"Good." A predatory grin grew on the man's handsome features. "Watch."

She turned around and saw a kaleidoscope of colors. Soothing music caressed her ears. A shuddering breath entered through her open mouth. Trails of saliva dripped from a slack jaw.

[optimisticgrey]

Not tonight

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summary: You and Halsin are the last ones awake at the Elfsong Tavern and your mind drifts back to another time, where Halsin loved and trusted you.

author's note: I had a shit day at work and saw this post by @transkingcobra which got me thinking. So I had to write about it. This is a Spin Off of Echoes of the Thread, where a Tav remembers their previous runs (think honor mode)

content warning: Deep longing. Smut implied. Submissive Halsin implied.

word count: 1k

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You rest on one of the couches as the others slowly disperse for the night. One by one, doors close, Karlach’s wonderfully booming laughter echoing through the room until the last door swings shut.

It makes you smile as you turn your head.

Halsin is the only one left.

He finishes his pipe, carefully emptying the contents into the fire.

It’s the pipe you always grab for him in the Emerald Grove.

Ever since you first learned where he keeps it, you’ve made a habit of tucking it away in your pack until you can free him from the goblin dungeon.

Every time.

And every time, he’s charmed and just a little flustered when you hand it back.

“You need rest,” Halsin observes.

You look up, realizing your gaze had drifted to his hands, watching as he cleans the pipe with a small rag.

You know how those hands feel.

And gods, you miss them more than words can fathom.

His eyes study you closely, moving over your face with quiet intensity.

Those eyes.

Heterochromatic. The outer grey ring that shrinks as the day brightens, the warm hazel spreading like sunlight.

You remember waking up to them, nearly silver in the morning light, twinkling with mischief and love as his hand found your hip, your cheek, drawing you in for the first, intimate kiss of the day.

“I know,” you sigh, sinking deeper into the cushions, closing your eyes.

You can’t look at him without longing.

Without nearly breaking apart.

It’s hard enough during the day, but tonight… tonight, it’s unbearable.

“There’s so much to do,” you murmur, trying to keep your voice light. “We’ll be up and running again come morning.”

But the ache in your chest doesn’t lessen.

You crave him.

You always have.

And you know he would never decline if you reached for him.

He never has.

But that is not what you need tonight.

Tonight, you need the Halsin who trusts you.

The one you lost last time.

The one you failed.

The memory is a wound that has not stopped to bleed.

You have failed all of them, more times than you dare or allow yourself to count but Halsin’s last death still haunts you.

Orin had slain everyone, left their bodies scattered around you.

You had screamed yourself hoarse, fighting with every ounce of strength against the spell that held you in place.

You had begged her, cursed her, offered your own life in his place.

Anything, anything, anything just to spare him.

But she only smiled as she drove the dagger into his heart.

And you had watched, powerless, screaming and crying as the light left his eyes.

The love of your life.

The Halsin who trusted you. Deeply and wholeheartedly.

With his life, his heart but also his worst fears.

The one who let you hold him through his nightmares when the world crumbled around him, when for a few precious hours in the safety of your arms, he no longer had to pretend to be strong.

When he shed not only his armour but his masks as well.

When it all became too much.

When his past caught up to him, and he surrendered, offering himself into your care.

When he knew, and trusted, that you would hold him, carry him through the storm.

It was a rare gift.

He does not give his vulnerability freely.

“There is always work to be done,” he says, his voice low and measured, though his gaze lingers on you with quiet concern. “But even the strongest trees must rest, must drink deep of stillness to stand tall. We could all use a respite—if only for a day or two.”

You smile weakly.

You knew he would say this before the words left his lips.

You knew he would support your wish for rest.

He always does.

Your mind drifts to your last night together.

The night before you lost him.

He had trusted you so deeply, he had submitted to you.

Allowed you to bind him to the bed post and lustfully torture him for hours.

Until he was able to turn his mind off.

Until he was able to let go.

Until he begged you to allow him to find release.

But you have kept riding him, teasing him, never finishing him.

Allowing yourself to come over and over again, your lips pressed to his ear, whispering words of praise, love and lust that made him squirm.

You had pressed your body against his trembling lips, guiding his touch, allowing him to kiss only where you permitted.

When you finally let him find release, he cried.

Shuddering with relief, his sweat-slicked body trembling so violently that the bedpost gave way, bringing the canopy down with it.

You had managed to cast a quick shield, catching veils and wood splinters before they could touch you. And he had laughed, deep and wholehearted, pulling you into his arms.

One of the best memories you were allowed to keep.

You open your eyes and look at him now.

The sight of him clenches around your heart like a fist, all the memories you try to cherish in quiet, lonely hours, rushing back all at once.

You remember what his hands feel like.

How they feel, simply holding yours.

Drawing you closer into a hug.

Trailing soft circles on your hip bones.

How his lips taste.

The way they tremble in the moment before meeting yours.

What his gentle, quiet voice, the one he only allows to show when you were intimate, did to your mind, heart and loins.

You miss him more than words can hold, and you usually think yourself quite eloquent.

But not tonight.

Tonight, this Halsin is your friend and he watches you with quiet concern.

“Good night, Halsin,” you murmur as you stand, retreating to bed alone.

[thedissonantverses]

Hi! Here's my submission! But I wanted to change it up and walk through my process and how I landed on the idea I did! I do have ADHD so it's hard for me to keep a lot of ideas in my head at once which is why I find stuff like this so useful! This might be a good beginner guide to coming up with fic ideas and as we all know my ultimate goal here is to get more fanficition from y'all ;) Which is why I want to go over my thought process. So, I spun the wheel a bunch of times and I got:

Space station (horror)

Drunk confession

20's au

break up to save lover

Telepathy

Who hurt you? (bad romance rescue)

Restrained/tied up

So here's how I whittled it down:

Space station (horror)

I love space. I love horror. I love angst. Keep.

Drunk confession

I think I can use this in one of my upcoming fics so I like it but not in the mood atm.

20's au

Eh just not in the mood? Could be fun but I know someone else who is writing one and want to see how theirs turns out before I even really think about it.

break up to save lover

Love it. No notes. Keep.

Telepathy

Eh not at the moment and not super interested unless I can gave a good spin on it and I don't atm.

Who hurt you? (bad romance rescue)

Love it but kinda doing it atm? And will be playing with it more in the future soon

Restrained/tied up

Yep. Oh for sex? Nah I just want to put Rook's life in danger again.

But yeah you see my reasons range a lot from what I like to read and what I feel I don't have to try too hard at the moment because it was a long day ya know? I love stuff like this because it takes out a lot of the legwork for me when I'm not sure what to write but know that I do want to!

Which spawned this Davrook Mass Effect AU idea lmfao. As soon as I read space station I saw Davrin in Mass Effect armor and away my brain went. Anyways! I've done this before so the whole process only took about twenty minutes and the writing about forty? I'm going to be faster than you due to experience and using Mass Effect meant less work for world building just fyi.

Anyways, I hope this encourages newer writers to write! Remember ideas are cheap but it's your voice that makes it unique. You don't have to have a completely original idea to start because there is only one you. Especially in fanfiction!!!!!!!!!!!! What are you getting paid to be original? Just write! Happy trails and a cut to save your dash.

Davrin is a scientist on a deep space station and Rook might have probably definitely did a crime.

The alarms went off. Here on the edge of the traverse it was either raiders or the Geth. and all Davrin could think about was Rook. He couldn't leave her behind, and he didn't trust the Alliance to get her out. Not after...He shook his head clear and ran for his armor with the others. Only while the rest of the team went to the escape pods he ran the other way. That was when he saw it. Glowing blue eyes. A snarl. Unmistakably a husk. He fired before he fully processed it, but something tugged at his middle and he felt the tingle of eezo over his skin and he was yanked back. Harding stood over him, hands on her hips.

"What are you thinking?"

Taash had already charged down the hall as more husks surged forward. Harding helped him up.

"Rook's still downstairs!" He took a step and Harding grabbed his arm.

"Is he fucking kidding me?"

"Taash not helping." Harding sighed. "Fine. But we're going with you."

"Lace. You do not need to see her again. Not after-"

"Taash just...."

An explosion rocked the side of the station, knocking them into the wall. Taash bounded back down the hall, shooting behind them. "Time to go!"

There was a loud roar, unlike anything he'd heard before. Just as monstrous as the husks but larger. Much larger. Harding shouted at him.

"Move!"

They hit the stairs but the power was starting to flicker out on the door. It jammed and the growling grew closer, tinny echoes of claws on the metal floors. Davrin reached for his own biotics and blasted a hole through the doors as Taash shook their head.

"This is a bad idea!"

Harding warped the metal back behind them. There was thumping on the door as the husks swarmed it. They'd break through, soon. Taash turned to him.

"She broke your heart and blew up a space station."

"Taash you're not helping."

"Not trying to! Now he's got you chasing after her to! This station is falling apart!"

Davrin pointed to the escape pods down the way. "Then go! I didn't ask you to come with me!"

Harding thumped his armor and pointed at Taash. "Both of you! Davrin you're not going alone and Taash you know we can't leave Rook behind. Whatever she did."

"This vashedan! Fine! But when we all die I get to say I told you so."

Davrin wanted to thank them. But the station rocked again and they had to keep moving. But the husks had found their way down here too. It took all three of them to clear a path, and when they did they found the room they'd locked Rook was swarmed. He nearly burned out his implant and their clips were starting to run low. Davrin could hear the low growling of whatever beast the husks had behind them.

The power went out. He used the last of his strength to break the door open. Rook had somehow gotten her chair taken apart, and was trying to force apart the cuffs by force. She looked up, wide eyed as he put the rebreather on her face first, then worked on the cuffs.

"Davrin? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" His voice was colder than it had to be. "Come on, we're running out of time."

Writing Challenge Wednesday

So my dear friend @mageofquandrix made this very helpful and giant tope list/picker wheel (if you want to play with it and you need inspo it's very awesome haha)

And it got me thinking about doing tropes as a writing challenge as someone who is actively working on three AU's at the moment and actually I think four now I just got a dm....Anyways!

Pick a trope. Pick two. Pick three. Pick...you get the idea. Pick as many as you want to just tell me what you got! It can be as long or as short as you want! Link/tag/dm/comment/reblog whatever floats your boat! There is not time limit!!!!!! Mine will be up later!

[mythalism]

genuinely curious how the writers and larger dragon age audience would treat thom rainier if instead of being appropriately* repentant and putting himself in prison he blew up a major orlesian government building to instigate a chevalier rebellion or tried to have someone do some necromantic blood magic ritual involving uncertain danger and possible sacrifices to bring the innocent children he ordered killed back to life

[plushie-rater]

Can we send requests of our own plushies for you to rate? :)

Thanks so much for asking first of all. I’ve been thinking about this a whole lot (even before I drew the first plushie here) and I think I’ve finally decided that at least for now, I won’t be taking submissions for plushie ratings. Without getting too serious, the main reason is that I’m afraid that it will stop feeling as fun as it does now. I also really enjoy how happy people seem to be when they see a surprise rating that they weren’t expecting, which would happen much less often if I was spending time drawing submissions, too. I really hope that everyone understands

[gothteddiesdotcom]

it’s crazy how the act of submission from someone I love is so directly linked to feelings of affection in my heart

[hawkepockets]

mapbreaking in istan (1/4)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

[gloomy-kitty]

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab

synopsis : sol was obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you. you were his soulmate. he’d make sure no one else would touch you. he is the only one who can satisfy you. don’t you know that?

warnings : yandere, masturbation, obsessive behavior, stalking, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, predatory behavior, smut, long word count, drugging, grinding, penetration, very rough sex, whiny submissive Sol at one point, and dominant Sol at another point.

author’s note : if you just want to read smut skip to sections with the 🍋 icon

long word count (11.7k+ words) i mean this might as well be split into different chapters but i don’t want to do that, also i decided to change him referring to you as pumpkin to something else sorry. gave him a tongue piercing because it sounded fun >:3 also i hate tumblr formatting so read on ao3 if you want . (gloomy_kitty)

also not 100% lore accurate

thanksss to my friend who proofread this for me!!

Sol was obsessed with you and had been since you first arrived at the school. The moment his scarlet eyes landed on you something strange was awakened within him. It felt like love at first sight—no it was love at first sight. Did you remember your first encounter? No, it was so long ago you probably hadn’t. He did though, he remembered how he felt so vividly. His heart pounded in his chest, butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and his breath hitched making it difficult to breath the moment he had seen you. That cute library assistant that worked on campus. He remembered how he had walked up to you at the counter, asking for a book for class. How you went out of your way to help him find it, not complaining a single time.

“You absolutely need this book for your class right?” You asked him, sighing in defeat after nearly an hour of searching the library.

“Yes, but if you can’t find it don’t w-“ Sol began, a bit irritated that this was required for his passing grade. But he’d just ordered it online and prayed it arrived on time before finals.

“No. I know we have it. Don’t worry I’ll find it. Just give me another day. Here write down your info and I’ll give you a call once I do.” You said determinedly, sliding a sticky note and pen towards him. “O..okay.” He mumbled and wrote down his information. He fully expected you to not ever find the book or just forget to call him to let him know of your findings. But the very next morning he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello?” He answered.

“Hi this ______ from the school’s library. I found the book you were looking for. It’s reserved at the front desk. If I’m not here just let whoever is at the counter know your name.” You said, he could tell that you were quite happy.

Sol’s eyes widened in shock, you really found it. He responded back with a simple thanks and during a free period he went to the library. There he saw you shelving away books, a content expression on your face. Awkwardly he walked up to you clearing his throat, when he realized you had an earbud in. You jumped in surprise, dropping the book you were holding. Then, at the same time you and Sol reached down to grab the book. Your hand on top of his for a brief second before you pulled away. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through him. “Whoops! Oh hey you’re the guy from yesterday!” You laughed quietly as he handed you back the book. With that you checked him out reminding him that late fees would occur if he didn’t bring it back on time. You explained how you stayed over an hour after your shift to find what he was needing, then it turned out it was in the completely wrong genre! A historical book tucked away with comics, how egregious!

When Sol asked why you did that you shrugged, simply saying, “I don't want anyone to fail their first semester because I was too lazy to find a book for them. It’s my job after all.” You flashed him a smile. As you handed it over your fingers brushed over him for another brief moment. That same electric feeling coursed through his body. It was that moment something had awakened inside Sol. He was obsessed now.

That memory played in his head for over a year, he had found out your first name. One day when sitting in the library “studying” he overheard you telling a blonde girl about how excited you were for your art class in the fall then you explained what period it would be. Since there was only one introduction to art class that fall semester for the period before lunch, he was going to enroll in art class regardless so might as well make sure he was in yours. Everything had been planned out. Sol didn’t leave any detail forgotten.

He got to class early, sitting in the back of the classroom. He placed his backpack on the chair next to him and anyone he tried to sit next to he glared at, causing them to scurry away. Now he just needed to wait for you to arrive, you’d have to take the only available seat open next to him in a full class.

Like he planned There were no more seats left in class, you had arrived a bit late, only barely beating the bell. He watched as your eyes darted around the classroom looking for somewhere to sit, then a relief look washed over your cute face when you spotted the open seat next to him. Quickly you made your way over pulling out the chair, “Is this taken?” You asked him, already beginning to slip off your backpack.

“N..no.” Sol replied avoiding your gaze, he was focused on his sketchbook, his pencil tapping against the book as he tried to control his breathing. “Oh thank god.” You sighed in relief, finally taking your seat. Rummaging through your backpack you pulled out all the essentials you’d need for art class. It worked. His plan went perfectly!

Sol found it difficult to concentrate on the professor’s words as he discussed basic art fundamentals, he just kept glancing over at you. Your perfume smelled so intoxicating, it drove him wild. The way you studiously jotted down notes was so adorable. Then class ended much to the man’s horror, he hadn’t written down a single thing but most importantly you gathered your things to leave without saying a word to him. He lingered in the classroom a bit, slowly shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack.

A couple days passed before he could see you again, and the whole time he found it difficult to think about anything else other than you. Sol was a bit angry at himself for not even speaking to you, that was his chance to reintroduce himself. He would talk to you next time, he promised himself.

The next class came and you were once again in the same predicament as last time. Arrived to class right before the bell went off and the only seat opened was next to the same guy as before. Not that you minded, he seemed nice enough. “Hey.” You greeted him quietly as you sat down before taking a seat. “Hi.” He returned your greeting quietly. He once again didn’t speak to you and that cycle went on for some time, before finally he had an excuse for the two of you to speak. He wasn’t sure why he kept shying away from you. Shit, he could barely even concentrate in class.

Then the next class came. “Everyone, please pair up with the person beside you, I want you and your partner to discuss today’s chapter.” The professor mumbled as he took a seat back down at his desk, immediately kicking his feet onto the desk and tapping away on his phone.

Turning around with a sigh you looked at your partner with a smile, “Hi. Thanks for always saving me a seat. I’m ______.” You introduced yourself, then gave the dark haired man an encouraging nod to speak. I know what your name is. He thought. Sol rubbed the back of his neck, nervously avoiding your eyes, his gaze fixated to the side. “Yeah it’s no problem. I’m..Sol.” He introduced himself back, hoping that maybe you remembered him.

“Nice to meet you, Sol.” You chimed in reply, holding your hand out. He looked at your hand, then back at you before he shook your hand back. “Yeah, same.” He said, a small smile making its way to his pierced lips. The moment your hands touched, he felt his heart do a leap, and without meaning to he held onto your hand for a bit longer than usual. Though upon realizing that, he quickly pulled his hand away. Either you didn’t mind or just didn’t notice it, as you immediately turned your attention back to the textbook. So you didn’t remember him, that was okay it’s not like he ever went out of his way to speak to you at the library.

“So, this chapter…” you began as you pushed the textbook to the center of the table so you both could share. Sol didn’t speak too much, he was more interested in what you had to say, he nodded attentively and hummed in acknowledgment when he agreed with something you said. The professor didn’t seem too interested in teaching class, so the reminder was spent just conversing. You giggled as Sol said something as you playfully slapped his arm, “What, no way? You did not!” You quietly exclaimed as Sol told you a story. He nodded, “Yeah I really did. It’s embarrassing but it’s the truth.” He laughed softly. Every single fucking thing was so adorable about you; your name, laugh, appearance, personality, every single thing was so adorable. Then just as Sol was about to open his mouth to speak again, the bell rang.

Jumping up in your seat, you pushed the chair back, quickly gathering your belongings. “I gotta go, Sol. But you’ll save me a seat again right? I really enjoyed talking to you.” You asked, looking at him with the cutest expression. “Yeah of course.” He reassured you. “Thanks, you’re the best!” You said and with that, you rushed out of the classroom.

As Sol finished gathering his own belongings, he noticed something sitting on your chair. Your jacket was left behind. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the classroom to see if he could catch up to you, but of course you were nowhere to be seen. ‘I’ll hold onto it. Give it to her next class.’ He thought to himself.

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“Woah, that's a cute jacket! You seeing a cute girl?” Hyugo asked his friend. The pair sat at their usual spot on the rooftop eating their lunches. Sol rolled his eyes, “No. The girl who sits next to me in art left it, I’m going to give it to her next class. I just didn’t want it to get lost.” He explained as he continued to eat. He could bring it to you at the library where you worked part time but no, he just wanted to hold onto a bit longer. It was a cute jacket, he couldn’t lie - it was black with striped sleeves and an adorable black cat patch was ironed onto the front. It suited you perfectly.

“Aren’t you so sweet?” Hyugo teased, causing his friend’s face to heat up. Sol grumbled under his breath as he just ignored the comment and continued to eat, only causing the other to laugh. As the bell rang, signaling that their final class of the day would begin and marking the end of their lunch break, the pair stood up. Sol gathered the bento boxes, placing them in his backpack.

“Are you doing anything after class?” Hyugo asked before they parted ways. Sol wasn’t, but he needed to spend some time alone, there was an issue he needed to take care of. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “Aw okay, I’ll just go to the arcade by myself then.” He shrugged before walking off.

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It was dark already when Sol arrived back to his small studio apartment, the short winter days meant it would always be night when he got home. The dark haired man sat his bag on a chair, taking out the bentos to wash. He remembered your jacket was still in his hands, so carefully he placed it on the top of the couch. And so he did his usual evening routine; cleaning dishes, cooking dinner and lunch. The television was playing a show he really had no interest in watching, but it was good background noise.

But he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, eyes flicking to the jacket on the sofa as he prepared his and Hyugo’s lunches. Sol felt the crotch of his pants tighten uncomfortably against him, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as his heart rate accelerated. But he remained focused just hurrying to finish dinner as soon as possible so he could shower and lay in bed. Tomorrow was early classes after all.

Finally after some time Sol had showered and flopped onto his bed, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he tried to focus on anything other than you. But his boxers were so incredibly tight, his erection wouldn’t go away no matter what he tried to do. It felt wrong to touch himself to you, so resisting the urge Sol finally fell asleep. Tonight at least he was able to resist the urge.

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The next day of classes came and nothing extraordinary happened. Sol couldn’t spot you anywhere, he supposed he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you and return the jacket. His evening routine was more or less the same, but as he laid in bed tonight, the urges were getting harder and harder to resist.

Sol tried to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else other than the raging erection in his pants right now. His gaze kept flickering to your jacket, he was reminded of how amazing you smelled. He just wanted to smell the perfume again, there was no harm in that…right? Quickly getting out of bed, he snatched your jacket from the couch, immediately pressing it to his nose. Oh god, you smelled so fucking good. He was intoxicated by the scent, his eyes rolling back as he took in your smell, and without even realizing what was happening, his hands trailed down his torso until they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. His long slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his erection.

Sol began to pump his cock, a whimper leaving him as his thumb grazed over his tip. Precum was already pooling at the slit, his face still buried in your cute jacket. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have his face buried in your hair, neck…your pussy. He fantasized how amazing you would taste as his face was between your thighs, he’d make you feel so good. He had wanted you for so long now.

“_____…._______….” Sol whimpered your name, scarlet eyes fluttering shut as his pace quickened. At this point he was panting heavily, a complete mess and if your mere scent was doing this to him, he couldn’t imagine how he’d act during the actual act. His cock twitched in his hand and legs trembled; he collapsed onto his knees. He was now thrusting himself eagerly into the palm of his hands, precum lubricating his cock. Sol’s moans echoed throughout the apartment and he felt the warm sensation building up in his core, then with one final thrust he came loudly. “Oh fuck ______!” He cried out, his cum making an absolute mess of his boxers.

Riding out his orgasm he finally came to a stop and dropped the jacket onto the floor. His chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, the whole of his body was a hue of red and warm to the touch. Dark hair sticking to his face from the beads of sweat that had formed. He made sure to toss your jacket onto the couch before he removed his hand from his boxers. A wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over him when he saw sticky cum coating his hand. I shouldn’t have done that. It felt so good though. He thought with a sigh as he stood to his feet. I should go wash up.

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Class was the next day, and that meant Sol could finally see you, he could return your jacket. He waited until after class, when you both were in the hallway. A part of him debated on not giving it back, he wanted it forever, to always have you with him, but he decided against it and it was worth it. The look on your face when he had handed you your jacket back was worth it. “Oh my gosh, Sol. I was so worried I had lost my favorite jacket forever. Thank you so much!” You exclaimed as you hugged him briefly, before you slipped it back on. “Yeah..of course. I tried looking for you yesterday to return it but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He explained. A tinge of red evident on his pale features as he was reminded of what he did the night before with it. He violated your poor jacket, but of course he would never tell you that.

You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively, “Sorry about that! I was in such a rush to leave. My other job needed me to cover a shift.” You explained. You had another job besides the library?

But he didn’t mind; he was just glad he could keep your jacket safe from anyone else. Fumbling in the pocket of your pants you pulled out your cell phone, “We should exchange numbers! Just in case one of us needs to get into contact with each other.” You suggested, swiping your finger across to unlock the device. He watched as you typed away on the screen before handing it to him.

Sol’s heart was beating so quickly now, you were really asking for his number? He looked a bit uncomfortable, like he was rejecting your offer, because you began to pull away your phone looking at the floor embarrassedly. “S-sorry. I shouldn’t ha-“ you began but he cut you off, gently snatching the phone from your hand. And within seconds he typed in his number, he already noticed you made a contact name for him. Sol ☀️

But something else caught his attention as he felt the phone vibrate in his hand.

Crowe 🐦‍⬛ : You’re still coming over tonight, right?

Something inside of the dark haired man awakened when he saw that text. He froze in place, his blush that tinted his features now went away. Who the hell is Crowe? He thought bitterly. Your boyfriend or a coworker? He only snapped out of his thoughts when you retrieved your phone back, your thumbs danced across the screen then he felt his pocket vibrate.

“Did you get it?” You asked curiously, tilting your head so cutely to the side. “L-let me check.” Sol quickly said and pulled out his phone. His boring black phone background was illuminated with your text.

Unknown: hii! it’s ______ :D

Without a moment of hesitation he saved your contact. ______ 🌙

His contact was saved with a sun by his name so it only made sense that you were the moon. With that, you two said your goodbyes and Sol watched as you walked down the hall, he stood in his spot with a small smile on his lips.

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It was the weekend which meant Sol would do his weekly cleaning of his apartment. Loud music echoed throughout the apartment as he cleaned, humming softly to himself. Something caught his eye as he was vacuuming under the couch, a small piece of rectangular plastic glittered as it caught the light from the ceiling fan. Crouching, he picked it up and his eyes widened instantly when he realized what it was. Your ID had fallen out from the pocket of your jacket, he assumed. And all of your information was on it.

“______ ______..” Sol whispered your full name. He didn't know what it was before. Your address was there too, and it looked recent, judging from the picture and expiration date. The card shook ever so slightly in his fingers as he was practically salivating that he would now be able to find so many more things about you.

Halting his cleaning for the day, he shut off the music and instantly opened up his laptop to begin searching your name online. Hours had passed, day turned into night. Sol’s scarlet red irises were glazed over, his lips dry and mouth a bit parched. He hadn’t left his laptop screen in hours, too engrossed with finding out every single detail about you. Your social media wasn’t private, how foolish of you. And he scrolled through the dozens of pictures you had posted, finding out everyone you associated it with. The page refreshed and a new picture was posted. You are with a group of people at what looked like a bar, with the caption: Love my friends!! Tonight was so fun, let’s do it again!! :D

Sol remembered the text from this “Crowe” earlier and he began to examine the picture, trying to find out who this Crowe was. His eyes narrowed when he saw the man next to you in the picture. A long haired brunette with tan skin, he swore he had seen that face before. This Crowe was behind your frame, hands resting on either of your shoulders. To anyone else they would have assumed that you and the man were friends, nothing in the pose indicated anything romantic, but to Sol it was too much. He didn’t want to see another man behind you touching you like that. Standing up he slammed his laptop shut and decided he needed to go to bed before he got too consumed by his jealousy and anger.

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As days turned into weeks, then eventually into months, Sol and you grew closer. You were regularly texting and hanging out. He had found out that your lunches consisted of junk food, and that was even if you brought lunch to campus. So he decided to start prepping your lunches, and even dinners as soon as he found out you ate cup noodles nearly every night. God, you were cute albeit a bit useless, he didn’t mind cooking for you, it only made him feel wanted - and the look on your face every time you ate his meals just made him filled with so much joy.

You were so kind and introduced him to your friend group, Crowe was kind enough and he kept his hands off of you in Sol’s presence. But he knew that man looked familiar, and Crowe looked at him with suspicious eyes and a fake smile. Sol only remained cordial with your friends though, if they made you happy he’d pretend to be friendly with them. But the man never returned your ID, it was his now. You complained about having to buy a new one, but he made sure to slip some extra cash into your backpack one day when you weren’t looking. The text he received that night was so adorable. “Omg Sol I found some cash at the bottom of my backpack. I’m eating good tonight! >:3”

It was so worth it. But Sol had a dirty secret that he couldn’t tell a living soul. He was slipping sleeping medication into the dinners he made you, he made a copy of your apartment key, and he was letting himself into your home every night. It was all in an attempt to make sure you were safe!

“My neighborhood is so unsafe. I really need to find somewhere else to live. There’s been so many recent break ins and assaults, and I live at ground level.” He remembered you complaining.

“You can stay at my place, _______. It’s a decent neighborhood. Lots of old people, so it’s quiet.” He offered.

“Sol! No, I can't do that. You already do enough for me. I got new locks on everything and alarms.” You retorted with a pout. He knew you wouldn’t change your mind, you weren’t that type of girl. You were independent, but that was okay. Sol would still keep an eye on you. Knowing you kept a spare key hidden away, he found it and while you were at work he had a copy made, then placed the key back without you being none the wiser.

Tonight wasn’t any different, Sol waited until you were asleep and he slipped into your quiet, dark apartment. He could navigate your home in the dark. That's how familiar he was with the layout, but the dim street lights also did aid him. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he quickly made his way in.

The streetlights illuminated your room, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, one hand hanging off the side of the bed and your blankets messily thrown on top of your body. In fact, the blankets barely covered any of your body. You wore an oversized t-shirt and the cutest panties - the shirt was raised and exposed your bare torso. “Were you waiting for me dear?” He whispered as he knelt down at your bedside. Folding his hands on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin on top, his gaze was so loving - but there was something so dark about the way he looked at you. Raising a hand up, Sol’s slender fingers brushed aside the hair on your face. “So cute…” he breathed out.

You shifted, your eyes squeezing shut as a quiet groan left your lips. When you moved through, your shirt lifted just a bit more, revealing your breast partially. Sol felt his face grow warm and he tried to avert his gaze, but it was like you were practically begging for him, looking so cute and innocent. He choked back a moan as he felt his dick get hard, his fingers wrapped around the wrist of your limp hand and he placed his cheek into your warm palm. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a content sigh, “You're asking me to do something, huh dear?” He mumbled. That had to be it or why else were you wearing such an outfit is that why you left your bedroom door opened? You were inviting him in, right?

Sol leaned down to press a kiss to your exposed neck, he nibbled softly at the skin. A quiet whimper escaping you as your brows furrowed. So cute. He thought, still nipping at the skin, leaving a faint red mark. His hand trailed down your neck until his fingers reached your breast, he gently massaged it for a brief moment. Another quiet whimper came from you. He let your hand that was cupping his cheek fall onto the bed for a moment, as his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants and with a swift motion his dick was out. Already hard from anticipation, he positioned himself in your hands, he laced both your and his fingers together. He let out a moan feeling your fingers wrapped around his dick.

His whole body shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, and he buried his face between your breasts to quiet his moans as he began to rock his hips back and forth. His sensitive tip fucked your palm as he moaned out your name from between your breasts. Tears pooling at the corner of his closed eyes as pathetic needy whimpers left him.

“You’re mine. Mine..you’re mine ______. I love you so much.” He cried as he felt himself about to cum. Then, with another thrust he came hard into your and his laced hands. As he calmed his breathing down he slowly lifted his head up, you were still asleep, oblivious to the lewd act he just made you do. “You’re so beautiful, dear. You feel so perfect.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Standing up he pulled his pants back on, then walked to the bathroom to wash his sticky hands. Grabbing a rag he wet, he walked back to clean up the mess he left on your hands. “Crowe..the paper...” you mumbled in your sleep. Sol’s scarlet eyes widened in shock at the name, why were you talking about him when he was right here. His fists clenched and eyes narrowed, a dark cloud casting over his face. “You really ought to stop talking about him, dear. Crowe doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t understand you like I do.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You were just confused - that’s okay, Sol was patient. He leaned down to press a kiss against your lips once again before wishing you a good night. With that, he quietly slipped out of your apartment.

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The final day of class before winter break came the next day. You and Sol sat in art class together, sketching your final assignment. The classroom was quiet as everyone worked. You kept glancing at the dark haired man next you, a faint blush on your face as you remembered the brief dream you had of him last night. You dreamt that he was having sex with you, you heard his moans as he fucked you. Then, just before the dream actually got good, your mind decided that all of a sudden you were going to dream about you and Crowe finishing up your finals paper for English class that you had done earlier yesterday. God! Why did his stupid pretty face have to ruin the best dream you ever had!

Class couldn’t end any sooner and the Professor motioned for everyone to turn in their assignments. He reminded the students to check their emails during the winter break to see their grades. You quickly stood out of your seat, the chair nearly falling back as you fumbled with putting your things away. Sol noticed that something was off about you, you wouldn’t look at him at all. Surely you didn’t know what he did with you last night, right? He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you as you zipped up your backpack. “Want to go to the arcade?” He asked you suddenly, “Hyugo and I are going since classes ended early today. Like right now.” He added.

Snapping your head up, you actually looked at him for the first time today. Your eyes meeting his, “O-oh…umm. I’d love to but I don’t have any…money.” You mumbled, voice trailing off at the end. “Campus library let go of all the part timers a few weeks ago, remember? And my other job cut my hours. So it’s tight right now.” You sighed sadly. “I wasn’t asking you to pay. I just asked if you wanted to come with us?” He said.

Sol noticed a strand of hair hanging in front of your face so reached a gentle hand up to brush it aside, tucking the strand behind your ear. “I’ll pay. You know I’ll always take care of you, ______.” He reminded you with a kind smile that made your heart flutter. It was something he always told you, you weren’t sure why he was so kind to you when you had nothing to offer him in return. You were a broke college student who couldn’t even cook your own meals. A faint blush dusted your cheeks as you shyly looked away, “O..okay. Then yes, I want to go.” You shyly said as you tugged at the sleeves of your favorite jacket.

“Alright, good. Here I’ll carry your bag. Hyugo should be waiting at the entrance.” Sol said, taking your bag from you with a swift motion. You tried to protest but he was already walking ahead so you were more focused on catching up to him.

The walk to the arcade didn’t take long, but you were shivering from the cold winter breeze. Sol noticed you shivering and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him. You looked up at him before looking away shyly. Once inside the arcade, the three of you played games for some time. You pointed at a claw machine, wanting to win the cute cat plushie, you tapped at the glass before looking back up at Sol with big pleading eyes. “Aw, it's so cute. Do we have enough coins to win it?” You asked excitedly. Sol patted his pockets and sighed, shaking his head. “No, but I can go get some more if you’d like?” He asked, he just wanted to see you happy.

Hyugo nodded, “Yeah let’s play some more games! Oh, let’s get some food too. I’m starving!” He exclaimed, nudging Sol’s side. Sol looked at you, waiting for your answer. “That sounds good to me. While you two do that, I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll meet you back here.” You said. The pair nodded and with that you went your separate ways.

You found the restroom. It was located in the back of the arcade and once done, you hummed quietly as you made your way back to the claw machine with the plushie you wanted. But you unbeknownst drew unwanted attention to yourself; you hadn’t even stepped a few feet back out of the bathroom when you were immediately cornered by a much taller and bigger man than yourself. He backed you in between two large pinball machines, leaving you trapped. “Hey sexy. You got a boyfriend?” He slurred, it was obvious he was drunk. He had both of his arms on either side of your head so you could barely move. “Not interested.” You spat as you tried pushing him away, but to no avail. That seemed to only anger him more as he lowered his face to be at eye level with you. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll treat you nicely.” He said, though this time his voice was much darker. The stench of alcohol lingered with every breath he took. You turned your face to the side, but that seemed to only anger him and this time he grabbed your jaw roughly in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t turn away, sweetheart. Just come on let me sh—“ he began, but suddenly his hand was ripped away from your face and you closed your eyes, fully expecting to get hit. You heard shouting and skin hitting skin, you still kept your eyes shut, flinching with every sound. The noise of the arcade was too loud and you slid down the wall, covering your face with your hands as you buried your face against your knees.

“Don’t you fucking touch her! I’ll kill you!” You heard a familiar voice shout, it was then you uncovered your face and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sol fighting with the man, both with bloody noses. Hyugo pulled Sol away while a random person held back the other man. The two men were still shouting curses at one another, though you were so overwhelmed you could barely understand what they were saying. You noticed Hyugo was having trouble holding back Sol, so you quickly scrambled to your feet and stepped in front of the dark haired man, pressing your hands against his chest. “Sol! *Enough!*” you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. The drunk man had lost his balance at some point and fell to the floor, but he was still threatening you and Sol. The man called you every name in the book, and he was mocking you - but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of here. There was a terrifying look in Sol’s scarlet eyes and it turned your blood cold. “Sol *please,* let’s just go.” You pleaded with him once again.

As soon as Sol heard your voice waver, he stopped and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and guilt as he realized that you were crying. He cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head, “No, no, no. Please don’t cry. I’m done. We can go.” He said in a panic, “He didn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t touch you?” He asked. You shook your head, “No. I’m okay.” You reassured him, just wanting to leave. Your lip quivered as you looked up at him and you simply nodded, taking his hand in yours as you dragged him out of the arcade. Though when Sol was certain you weren’t looking, he turned back to the man and spat at him before he followed you out.

Once outside you wiped your tears away with your jacket sleeve, smearing your makeup a bit in the process, but you didn’t care. You didn’t dare let go of Sol’s hand, afraid that if you did he would turn back and actually kill the man. Hyugo sighed, rubbing his temples, “We should leave before the cops get called.” He mumbled. Sol clicked his tongue in annoyance, “We didn’t do anything wrong. That low life touched ______. I just defended her.” He spat back. You tugged Sol’s hand, “I want to go home.” You sniffled. “I’ll walk her home. You go ahead, Hyugo.” He said. The blue haired man raised a brow, by the way he looked at his friend you sensed that maybe he didn’t want to leave him alone. “You’ll call right? As soon as you dropped ______ off at home?” He asked, his brows furrowing.

Sol had already wrapped his arm around your waist, your and his backpack slung over his shoulders. “Yeah, I will. See you later.” He said pulling you along to walk off in the other direction. Hyugo just nodded watching as you two walked off.

Sol didn’t let go of your waist for the whole walk home, he held you protectively, glaring at anyone who looked in your general direction. Once you arrived back at your apartment you fished around in your jacket pocket for your keys, eventually finding them and unlocking the door. “Do..do you want to come in?” You asked Sol shyly. You were really inviting him inside! He felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed nervously, “Sure.” He smiled and stepped inside after you, setting down the bags onto a stool by the door.

You untied your sneakers and left them at the door before you looked up at the tall man. “Do you want tea? Coffee?” You asked him.

“What do you want? I can start the water.” He asked you back.

“Tea sounds good. Something relaxing.” You replied, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. You poured water into the electric kettle on the countertop as you reached into the cabinets to grab two cups. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change real quick.” You smiled before walking off towards your bedroom to change. Sol already knew where everything was located, so he grabbed two tea bags, setting them into the ceramic mugs as he waited for the water to boil. Then a thought ran through his mind as his hand absentmindedly rested on his front pocket. You didn’t get to eat the dinner he made you for tonight which meant you wouldn’t sleep well.

So before the water was done boiling he pulled out a small bag in his pocket, and broke apart the sleeping pill, letting it dissolve in the hot water. He just wanted to make sure that you’d be able to sleep tonight was all.

When you walked back out of your room, your tea was already made and Sol was sipping on his as he leaned against the wall. He looked at your outfit, did you wear something like that on purpose to tease him? You wore tight shorts, a tank top, your favorite jacket unzipped, and the cutest bunny shaped slippers. “Thank you so much, Sol.” You smiled at him as you held the mug in your hands and slowly sipped on it. He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you.” He said returning your smile. You chatted with him for a while it was obvious that you were just stalling, you didn’t want him to leave. You were still shaken up from earlier, from both how Sol reacted and to what may have happened if he wasn’t there to save you from that man.

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You sat on the couch, legs crossed as some random show played quietly in the background. Sol sat across from you, you both had long finished your tea. He could tell you were getting a bit more sluggish, “I’m sleepy, Sol.” You yawned. “You should go..it’s getting late. Hyugo is probably worried about you.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. Sol frowned, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to make sure that you’re okay.” He replied back, he didn’t want to leave you alone.

“I’m okay. I just don’t want to be alone..” you sniffled. “I think someone has been breaking into my house.” You then said, flicking your gaze up to look at him with a worried expression. Sol froze, his breath hitched in his throat. “W..what? Why do you think that?” He asked, trying to remain calm. Folding your hands together in your lap, your eyes darted around before landing back on him, “Sometimes things are out of place.” Is all you said, “So please don’t leave me alone.” You then pleaded, suddenly leaning over towards him on all fours.

Sol’s eyes flickered to your face and to the gap between your shirt, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra and he shifted awkwardly in his spot on the couch as he tried to remaining eye contact with you. Placing a hand over his crotch, he let out a cough, a dark red blush making its way to his pale features. “Okay. I won’t. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He responded, a look of desperation in his eyes. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach when he said those words. Then your mind wandered back to the dream you had last night, you sat back legs now folded underneath you.

“Can you come lay down with me in bed?” You asked him, looking away shyly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stay up much longer. Plus it’s more comfortable than staying out here.” You added. Sol found it hard to even speak now, he nodded and bit his lip. You stood up and began to walk towards your bedroom, turning off the lights along the way. Before you rounded the corner you noticed that he was still sitting on the couch, “Are you coming? You don’t have—“ you began only to be cut off by him springing up, “I am.” He mumbled shyly as he followed you into your familiar bedroom.

Your bedsheets were messily strewn about on your bed, like always. Clothes tossed haphazardly throughout the room, he watched as you shrugged off your jacket, tossing it on the vanity chair and you kicked off your slippers. You crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over your cold body. “What do you usually wear to sleep, Sol?” You asked him curiously, waiting for him to come lay down as yet another yawn left you.

“My..boxers.” Sol replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your cute gaze. “You can sleep like that here. I don’t mind.” You mumbled motioning with your hand for him to come lay down. “A-are you sure?” He stammered, already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a bit in anticipation. “Mhm.” You hummed reassuringly, squeezing your legs together tightly. Sol wasted no time in taking off his clothes, it was a shame the room was so dimly lit so you couldn’t see him. He sat at the edge of the bed, still unsure of what he needed to do.

You tugged at his wrist, “Lay down with me. Under the blankets.” You encouraged him in a sleepy voice. He let you pull him down onto the bed, his heart was racing so fast he found it hard to breathe. As you both now laid under the covers he could feel your body heat, you were so close to him. Your bed wasn’t big by any means, so your bodies were practically touching. “I really like you, Sol.” You suddenly said, you weren’t sure why you blurted that out, maybe it was your drowsy drugged state that made you say something you didn’t mean to.

Sol’s eyes widened in shock as he turned his head to face you. He could make out your soft features from the dim city streetlights that peaked through the curtains. Your hand now was on his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was beating. “You take care of me. You’re so kind. I’ve never had anybody care for me like you do.” You mumbled, leaning over until your noses touched.

Sol raised a shaking hand to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I’ll always take care of you, ______. I’ll be here. No matter what.” He whispered back. His words were so kind and gentle, yet there was darkness in which he spoke. You blushed and looked away, your eyes closing shut as you finally closed the distance between your lips. You were a bit unsure on how to kiss him, not wanting to mess with his lip rings too much, but as soon as your lips met something clicked inside the raven haired man.

He returned your kiss desperately, not wanting to stop. Were you really doing this? Was this seriously happening?! He thought. It was a shame you were half asleep, but it still didn’t stop you from your next move. You rolled onto of him, your legs straddling his waist as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with inexperience. It wasn’t like Sol minded though, he was also just as inexperienced. His hands were on your waist, fingernails digging into your soft skin as he let out a needy whimper when he felt you grinding against his dick.

“Do you like me, Sol?” You asked him, breaking away from the kiss for a few moments as you continued to grind against him. When he took too long to answer you paused and lifted yourself up about to get up. Feeling utterly rejected by him, humiliated. But his hands slammed you back down on top of him. A crazed look on his face, “Y-yes I do. I like you. You’re my soulmate, ______.” He desperately spoke, his eyes flickering trying to read your expression. All you heard was “yes”, as you began to fade in and out of consciousness, despite desperately trying to stay awake.

“G..good.” You mumbled against his lips, beginning to grind against him again as you cupped his face. Sol returned your kisses as he let out whiny moans of your name, begging you for more. He wanted to feel your pussy, god knows how long he had waited to fuck you. His hands let go of your hips and now tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He managed to slip them off and when he felt how wet your panties were a pathetic whimper left his lips. He pushed your panties aside and now he could really feel how wet your pussy was. His dick pushed between your folds, you shivered as you felt his tip slide over your clit. “S-sol.” You whimpered his name.

Oh god, just you saying his name so lewdly was almost enough to push him over the edge. “A-ah.” He cried out as he felt your pace quicken. He loved the way you were using him, like he was nothing more than a toy for you to hump to reach your orgasm. The head of his dick was so sensitive and he felt your clit rubbing against it. “I..I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. Sol’s fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he bucked his hips upward. “I-I wanna fuck you…please. Feel your pussy…please.” He begged, biting your lip. But you ignored him continuing to grind against his hard dick as your moans became a bit louder, your thighs shaking. You could feel yourself about to cum, but Sol suddenly let out a yell. “A-ah ahh ______.” He cried as his hot cum shot out. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as tears pooled in the corner of them, his back arched, and fingernails scratching your thighs enough to leave a mark and draw some blood. His body shook under yours.

You felt the warm sensation rising from your core, your clit becoming more sensitive by the seconds. Sol’s thick cum now providing more lubrication. His whimpering of your name and pleading was enough to push you over the edge and moments later you joined him in his orgasm. You cried out his name as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Honestly you weren’t sure if you were or not, your mind was so hazy. Then you suddenly came to a stop, your body shaking a bit as your eyes closed shut.

Sol caught his breath, his hands rubbed up and down your back and he realized you had fallen asleep. The medicine had taken its full effect. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing a kiss on top of your head a content smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine…you’ll never have to be alone again.” He mumbled against your hair. His scarlet eyes gazing at the ceiling as you were fast asleep against his chest. At some point he fell asleep still holding onto you, with his dick between your thighs.

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You had awoken the next morning a bit groggy, you realized you were in bed with someone and you stared down in horror as you realized that you had slept with Sol. You only remembered bits and pieces of the nights before, and your sticky panties confirmed that you two had been intimate in some way. You wiggled out of his strong arms as quietly as you could and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your phone careful to not wake him up.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed, you sat on the ledge of the bathtub typing away rapidly on your phone.

Crowe I NEED YOU NOW!!!!

What’s up? You okay?

NOOO. I think I just messed up. I think I ruined a friendship.

Woah calm down, ______. Is this about him?

YES. Can we meet up at the cafe? Please. Right now.

Yes. I’ll be there in a few.

Thanks.

With that you clicked your phone shut and quickly got dressed into your clothes from yesterday, not wanting to disturb Sol’s sleep. You peeked into your room and still saw him resting. You left the house getting your wallet and keys and tossing them into your jacket.

Sol woke up not long after you had left the house and when he didn’t feel your presence he immediately shot up in bed, panic beginning to set in. Where were you?! He grabbed his phone getting ready to dial your number when he saw a text appear on the screen.

I’ll be back soon. :3

He calmed down a bit, laying the phone in his lap as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Why didn’t you tell him you had somewhere to go? Why would you leave alone in the morning after everything that had happened last night? It was then he felt a bit angry, wondering why you were sneaking around. Snatching his phone back up he called you but you kept ignoring his calls, finally though you answered.

“Hello.” Your voice came through on the other end, there was also another voice on the other end too. It was one he recognized. It was Crowe. He felt himself grow even more angry as jealousy filled him. Why the hell are you with him?!

“Who are you with?” Sol asked, his voice as sickly sweet.

“Shhhh be quiet. Yeah, hi Sol, I’m with a friend. Don’t worry, I’ll be back home soon.” He heard you shushing Crowe. His grip tightened on the phone, if he squeezed any harder he may have shattered the screen. “When will you be back? Where are you?” He asked, this time his tone wasn’t as sweet.

“Sol…please don’t worry about it. I promise I’ll be back home soon. I gotta go.” You reassured him before hanging up.

Sol was furious, he slammed the phone face down onto the night stand, the glass screen shattering. Why is he interfering? Why does she keep hanging out with him? Doesn’t he know ______’s mine?! So many jealous thoughts flowed through his head as he quickly got dressed. He freshened himself up before he left your apartment, storming on the busy streets. What you hadn’t known was that Sol had installed a tracker on your phone many nights ago. He was really trying to give you the chance to tell him where you were without having to resort to using the tracker, but you wouldn’t tell him. He had no other choice but to use it, and make sure you were okay. He had to make sure that filthy Crowe wasn’t touching you. And he needed to show the brunet who you belonged to.

It was a rainy day and he didn’t care if he got wet, he was determined to find out where you were. The tracker led him to a busy coffee shop where he saw you and Crowe sitting near the window. His scarlet eyes met bright blue ones, belonging to the last person he wanted to see. Sol’s eyes narrowed, and all the brunet did was return a sly smirk before mouthing something to you. You whipped your head around just as Sol stormed into the coffee shop, immediately making his way to the table you two sat at. He tried to maintain his composure, his chest rising with every deep breath he took as he glared at the man sitting across from you.

“Sol? H-How did you know I was here?” You asked him in shock. He ignored your question continuing to glare daggers at Crowe, who sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Hey there. Care to join us?” He asked with a polite smile, motioning with his hand to the available seat.

“No. ______, we’re going home. Now.” Sol demanded, now turning to look at you. He grabbed your wrist and you tried to jerk away, “Ow, Sol!” You cried out, which caused him to immediately drop your hand. “Are you okay?” He asked, his angry expression now etched into worry. You frowned, rubbing your wrist, “Y..yeah. I told you I’d be gone later. Please stop this.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes.

“You should be gentle with her, Sol.” Crowe scolded half heartedly. “______, you should go. Don’t keep him waiting. We can talk soon, I have to get to work anyways.” He smiled warmly at you.

“But I—“ you stammered, but the brunet cut you off with a wave. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just remember what we talked about, okay?” He winked, it was purposeful, he was trying to get under Sol’s skin and it was working.

Sol grabbed your wrist a bit more gently this time as you stood up, “We’re leaving. Bye.” He spat, glaring at the man as he dragged you out of the coffee shop. All the while Crowe watched with furrowed brows and a forced smile. He didn’t like Sol, he didn’t like him at all. But whatever made you happy, he’d tolerate.

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Sol was dragging you down the street as you squirmed under his tight grasp on your wrist. The whole time you demanded to know what had gotten into him! This wasn’t the Sol you knew. Ever since the arcade, you noticed a sudden shift in his personality, it was instantaneous. As you two arrived back at your apartment, he shoved you inside with a forceful hand, slamming and locking the door shut. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sol?!” You screamed at him as you tossed your phone, keys, and wallet onto the kitchen counter.

Sol’s eyes were narrowed still as he walked towards you, instinctively you stumbled backwards until you found yourself with your back pinned against the wall with nowhere to go. His tall frame towering above you. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one sneaking around with that bastard.” He hissed as he slammed his palms on either side of your head, pinning you between his arms. “I’ve tolerated him long enough. Doesn’t he know you belong to me?! I’m the one that’s caring for you and protecting you. While he does nothing.” He snapped angrily.

You cowered beneath him, beginning to grow a bit scared, “Y-you’re scaring me, Sol.” You whimpered. He clicked his tongue in annoyance; he didn’t like you pretending to be innocent in all of this. Perhaps you and that bastard needed reminding of who you belonged to. Sol crashed his lips against yours roughly, you felt his tongue trace the bottom of your lip. But when you were tightening your lips together to deny him, he bit your lip causing your lips to part open in surprise and with that his pierced tongue forced its way into your mouth. One hand on your jaw forcing your head to tilt up. You tasted like coffee and sugar, he didn’t mind at all though. It suited you.

You cried against him. He was being so forceful it was terrifying. He pulled away panting heavily, a string of saliva connecting your and his lips. His hand was still firmly holding your chin. “I don’t think you realize, dear. That you’re mine. No one else can have you. Ever. I won’t allow it.” He muttered. He noticed that your eyes were watery and a sympathetic smile made its way to his pierced lips. “Aww..please don’t cry, baby. I don’t want to make you cry. I promise I’ll make you feel good. You just need to be reminded that you’re mine.” He said in a gentle voice as his thumb wiped away your tears.

“I’m scared.” You whimpered.

Sol leaned down to press a much more gentle kiss to your lips, “You won’t be for long. You’ll be feeling so good in a minute.” He purred and with that he picked you up holding you so gently in his arms bridal style as he continued to kiss your lips. Once inside the bedroom he tossed you onto the bed and hovered over you beginning to tug at the waistband of your pants. “N-no Sol.” You whined but your arousal said otherwise. The truth was you were so turned on by him. You had wanted him in this way for so long.

Sol ignored your pleas and within a couple minutes he had you stripped of your clothes. You laid on your back on the bed as you looked at his nearly naked body, he stood only in his boxers. And now with the sun peeking through the blinds basking the room in a bright light you saw just how big Sol was. His body was well toned, just perfect. You saw the erection in his pants and you swallowed nervously at just how big he was. You weren’t sure if he was even fully hard yet.

You didn’t get to stare at him for too long though as he got to his knees, kneeling in front of your legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good dear. You won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” He said it almost came out as a warning. His slender hands pushed your legs apart and the look of pure lust was on his face. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands but he wouldn’t let you. “So pretty.” He whispered. God, he dreamt for so long to be buried between your thighs eating you out.

You jumped when you felt Sol’s tongue licking your pussy, the muscle dragging slowly between the slit. You felt the cold metal piercing drag along sending a shiver up your spine. He let out a moan as he tasted you. God, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined. He pushed your legs further apart and spread open your pussy, you squirmed a bit at being so exposed. Your hands balled up the fabric of the bed sheet beneath you as you felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. You knew you messed up when you gave him that reaction, because he immediately began to suck at your sensitive clit, rolling his piercing over it every single time causing you to moan louder. His tongue moving from teasing your clit to probing your wet hole. He wanted to taste every bit of you, this was pure bliss for the raven haired man.

“So good.” Sol praised. It was hard to focus as he sucked the sensitive bud, your head spinning as your legs quivered. He wouldn’t let you close your legs, no matter how much you tried. His tongue worked so expertly, he knew exactly how to get you whimpering under him. “Sol!” You yelped when you felt his tongue enter you, causing your hips to buck and your back to arch. It was such a strange feeling but god it felt so good. He was trying to fuck you with his tongue. Your hands tangled in his dark loose hair as you tilted his head back up to focus on your clit. “I-I’m gonna..” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm sensation began to build more and more. Your breathing became more frantic and with another roll of his pierced tongue against your clit, your legs closed, Sol’s face still between your thighs as you held him there cumming all over his face. You were practically screaming his name as he continued to suck on your overstimulated clit. You begged him to stop, so he did and instead decided to clean you up.

Sol’s tongue lapped up every last bit of your juices, you tasted so amazing. He was drunk off of your scent—taste. Everything about you drove him crazy. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, licking your pussy and letting you cum all over his face. He was yours to use. “N-no more. Please.” You begged, your body falling limp.

Sol gave you one last taste, his tongue swiping up the full length of your pussy before he sat up. He licked his wet lips, “See..I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, dear.” He said matter of factly. He stood up pulling down his boxers revealing his hard dick. When you looked at him you nearly choked on your own spit. How the hell were you supposed to take him? He hadn’t stretched you out with his fingers to prepare you. “I-I can’t take you without—“ you began. But Sol leaned forward kissing you, shutting you up. “It’s okay. I’ll be slow.” He mumbled against your lips.

His tall frame towered above you, it was so intimidating, the way he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a small smile on his face. His arms were on either side of you pinning you between him. You felt the tip of his dick poke at your entrance. Sol continued to gently kiss you as he pushed himself inside you, he let out quiet whimpers as slowly filled you up. His body shuddered at the sensation, your tight pussy was everything he had ever dreamed off. “Fuck…oh god you feel so good, ______.” He moaned as he sat up now. Placing his hands on your inner thighs, he spread your legs apart as far as he could without hurting you. He wanted to see how well you took him.

Inch by inch Sol sank into you, it was agonizing how slow he went but by the look on his face he was savoring every moment. He was panting quietly trying to control himself, he did want to hear his soulmate after all. You squirmed under his strong grasp as he filled you up beyond belief. You weren’t ready to take him, he was so big it hurt. “S-Sol.” You cried, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you felt the tip hit deep inside, causing you to flinch in pain.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well, dear.” He praised you. And without warning Sol snapped his hips back and slammed back into you, causing you to yelp. He couldn’t resist himself as he began to roughly fuck you. His fingernails digging into the soft skin of your thighs and quiet moans left him. He stayed quiet because he wanted to hear your sweet sounds.

He watched the face you made as every single time he hit that sweet spot of your pussy. The way your lips parted as you moaned his name and the how your back arched as he fucked you. The way your breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He noticed the creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock. You felt so perfect, it was as if..”We were made for each other, ______.” He whispered. Sol let go your thighs, confident that you’d keep your legs spread out. He now cupped your breasts, fingertips lightly teasing your perked nipples as he watched you shudder under his touch.

Sol frowned, “Something’s missing.” He said in between pants as he continued to relentlessly fuck you. His pace was not slowing down at all, you were exhausted already, your pussy ached from how hard he was slamming into you. You weren’t sure you’d even be able to walk in the morning. “W-what?” You asked confused by what he meant but he didn’t answer you, instead leaned down to bite your neck. You cried out in surprise. He actually bit you. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck, not caring if he hurt you. After all, everyone needed to know you were his.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you squeezed your eyes shut, tears now running down your face. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped one hand between your thighs. You body twitched when you felt the pad of thumb rub your clit, all the while he never stopped fucking and marking you. He let out a low laugh when he felt your body twitch underneath him.

Sol could tell you were close to coming, by how your breathing became more erratic, how you held him closer. “Are you going to cum for me, dear?” He asked. You didn’t say anything, which annoyed the dark haired man. He sat up, ripping himself from your grasp and stopped rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. “You need to answer me.” He growled and just to emphasize the point, he pulled nearly all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. You cried loudly, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, “Y-yes. I wanna cum for you, Sol.” You whimpered, looking up at him with the cutest expression.

Sol smiled lovingly at you, satisfied with your answer, “You’re so cute when you beg, dear.” He spoke gently and with that he returned to stimulating your clit. Your mind was hazy as you felt your orgasm building up, you were only focused on one thing and that was coming. Your hands reached up to dig their fingernails in the skin of his bicep. “You’re so close. I can tell. Just cum for me. Please. I want to feel it so bad.” Sol begged in a whiny, desperate tone as he quickened his pace. And just like that you practically screamed his name, your body shaking as you came around his cock.

You orgasming and screaming his name was the most beautiful thing Sol had ever witnessed. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, it was better than he could ever imagine. He felt your pussy tighten around him and soon after he was coming too. Sol threw his head back as his dick twitched, coating your insides with thick cum. He was buried deep inside you, holding your thighs firmly so he could adequately fill you up. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty, full of my cum.” He mumbled, gazing down at you now.

Sol gently pushed your legs apart as he pulled out of you and watched in awe as his cum leaked out of your tight pussy. It was a heavenly sight. He sighed in satisfaction, flopping down onto the bed as he wrapped his arms around your tired body, pulling you onto his chest. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you clung into him tightly. “No one will ever make you feel this good, dear. You were made for me. We’re soulmates.” Sol said barely above a whisper as he gazed at the white ceiling. “You’re mine. I won’t ever let anyone come between us. Ever. I love you so much, ______.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His embrace tightening around you when he said that.

There was something threatening about the way Sol spoke. You were a bit scared, but you had no reason to be, right? He just loved you and you loved him. “I love you, Sol.” You sniffled. Sol just smiled at your words. He finally had you all to himself.