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Wanna write some sloppy toppy with 14dwy Ren :(

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save a horse ride a cowboy🤠🤠

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Its looking like Im gonna write more sol smut 🧍

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Wedding dance

Sol knows how to ballroom dance.

"Again." Sol says, hand squeezing your hips as the other one on your shoulder moves ever closer to your neck. With a sigh, he looks down at your feet. “I told you pumpkin, you need to follow my lead for this to work.”

He’s frowning, as if he has the gall to be upset despite the horrible things he’s put you through to get to this point.

Sol moves again, gracefully despite your stubbornness. His hands are gentle, and they carry your weight through the dance he forces you through. You wonder where hands capable of such horrors learned such a beautiful dance.

His upset makes you angry- furious even. How dare he act like he was wronged when he took you from your home. When he murdered your own beloved. When he collared your neck in a desperate attempt to keep you from leaving.

How.

Dare.

He.

The hand on your hip moves to your right, attempting to lace his fingers through your own to continue the dance. Your attempts at dissociation are futile.

How could you ignore his disgusting fingers tapping on your skin. The way his perverted gaze crawls over your form in a sick attempt at imitating love. The way his body clearly reacts pleased with your forced. submission.

How.

Could.

You.

You've attempted to escape several times before.

When he first captured you, your entire first week was spent crafting a meticulous escape plan. To keep him distracted, you'd crush the sleeping pills he drugged you with in the first place into his drink. Then, you would tie him up using the sleeves of his own clothes. After running for his home- you planned on reporting him to the police, blaming Hyugo as an accomplice because there was no way he didn't know where you were.

You never made it past the front door.

“I’m doing this for us, pumpkin,” Sol bends down, ignoring your tears and terrified whimpers. He moves your hair to the side, smiling softly as if you were a beauty laying in the shining sun. “You just have to calm down.”

You fight back through the gag, thrashing against his touch like it burns on your skin. At this, he frowns, muffling his brows as if it’s just a minor inconvenience in his way. Sol sighs, before a sickening smile comes onto his face.

“Pumpkin~ Pumpkin~” He says, and his hand trails down to your neck, putting pressure ever so gently. “I told you.” His fingers trace against your pulse point, pressing slightly with each sing songy word that leaves his mouth.

You still your thrashing, fear crawling up your spine at the touch of his hand. You look into his eyes. Dilated pupils shining with perversion. His smile twitches with delight. The tips of his ears are colored red as his breath heaves at the sight of you. He enjoys your fear.

“Do I need to remind you just who your husband is, pumpkin?”

You never should’ve given him that stupid nickname.

Your annoyance reaches its height. How could you just let him do this to you? You turn away, causing him to fumble his steps. He lets go of you, thankfully. A foot stands between you two, Sol regaining his bearings as you turn to gaze at the door. You hear him stand up.

"Ah, careful pumpkin-" he says as if it was an honest mistake.

Have his delusions reached such a point that he can't point two and two together?

You refuse to speak, refuse to follow properly, refuse to do anything other that’ll give him the satisfaction of you giving in. You can only imagine his hand is outstretched to you, a lovesick smile on his face as he begs you to fall back into the dance.

Silence is what follows, from you, from Sol.

“Pumpkin?” He says. You hear him walk up to you, body heat emanating the closer he comes. His large arms envelope you from behind and you stiffen up. He’s so tall that he has to bend down to reach your neck, and his lips touch you as he does. “You okay?~” Sol whispers by your ear, a smile in his voice.

He knows you have no choice other than to submit.

But you don’t say anything, instead frowning as you feel him move your body to face him. Sol looks down at you and bites at his lip, smiling at your lack of resistance. “You’re perfect.” He says, plain and simple.

His hands slide down your arms, and he brings his body flush against yours. You feel his heart beating against yours, the outline of the key around his neck pressing mockingly against your form. Once again, Sol intertwines your hands, and sways you to move with his whims.

“We’ll do this every day, okay?” He moves backwards and you can’t do anything but follow. Your footsteps don't feel like your own.

“Until it’s time,” Sol takes one of your hands and spins you around, catching you by the waist before you could stray too far. Every part of your body that he touches feels like it's withering away by the instant.

“And we can dance for the first time with me as your husband~” He muses, pulling you close and kissing at your ear. You feel sick.

“The wedding will be perfect.” You can’t do anything but let him believe.

What else can you do, when anything other than pure submission will result in more and more consequences of his overbearing love?

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Not entirely proud of this but what can ya do.

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Wedding dance

Sol knows how to ballroom dance.

"Again." Sol says, hand squeezing your hips as the other one on your shoulder moves ever closer to your neck. With a sigh, he looks down at your feet. “I told you pumpkin, you need to follow my lead for this to work.”

He’s frowning, as if he has the gall to be upset despite the horrible things he’s put you through to get to this point.

Sol moves again, gracefully despite your stubbornness. His hands are gentle, and they carry your weight through the dance he forces you through. You wonder where hands capable of such horrors learned such a beautiful dance.

His upset makes you angry- furious even. How dare he act like he was wronged when he took you from your home. When he murdered your own beloved. When he collared your neck in a desperate attempt to keep you from leaving.

How.

Dare.

He.

The hand on your hip moves to your right, attempting to lace his fingers through your own to continue the dance. Your attempts at dissociation are futile.

How could you ignore his disgusting fingers tapping on your skin. The way his perverted gaze crawls over your form in a sick attempt at imitating love. The way his body clearly reacts pleased with your forced. submission.

How.

Could.

You.

You've attempted to escape several times before.

When he first captured you, your entire first week was spent crafting a meticulous escape plan. To keep him distracted, you'd crush the sleeping pills he drugged you with in the first place into his drink. Then, you would tie him up using the sleeves of his own clothes. After running for his home- you planned on reporting him to the police, blaming Hyugo as an accomplice because there was no way he didn't know where you were.

You never made it past the front door.

“I’m doing this for us, pumpkin,” Sol bends down, ignoring your tears and terrified whimpers. He moves your hair to the side, smiling softly as if you were a beauty laying in the shining sun. “You just have to calm down.”

You fight back through the gag, thrashing against his touch like it burns on your skin. At this, he frowns, muffling his brows as if it’s just a minor inconvenience in his way. Sol sighs, before a sickening smile comes onto his face.

“Pumpkin~ Pumpkin~” He says, and his hand trails down to your neck, putting pressure ever so gently. “I told you.” His fingers trace against your pulse point, pressing slightly with each sing songy word that leaves his mouth.

You still your thrashing, fear crawling up your spine at the touch of his hand. You look into his eyes. Dilated pupils shining with perversion. His smile twitches with delight. The tips of his ears are colored red as his breath heaves at the sight of you. He enjoys your fear.

“Do I need to remind you just who your husband is, pumpkin?”

You never should’ve given him that stupid nickname.

Your annoyance reaches its height. How could you just let him do this to you? You turn away, causing him to fumble his steps. He lets go of you, thankfully. A foot stands between you two, Sol regaining his bearings as you turn to gaze at the door. You hear him stand up.

"Ah, careful pumpkin-" he says as if it was an honest mistake.

Have his delusions reached such a point that he can't point two and two together?

You refuse to speak, refuse to follow properly, refuse to do anything other that’ll give him the satisfaction of you giving in. You can only imagine his hand is outstretched to you, a lovesick smile on his face as he begs you to fall back into the dance.

Silence is what follows, from you, from Sol.

“Pumpkin?” He says. You hear him walk up to you, body heat emanating the closer he comes. His large arms envelope you from behind and you stiffen up. He’s so tall that he has to bend down to reach your neck, and his lips touch you as he does. “You okay?~” Sol whispers by your ear, a smile in his voice.

He knows you have no choice other than to submit.

But you don’t say anything, instead frowning as you feel him move your body to face him. Sol looks down at you and bites at his lip, smiling at your lack of resistance. “You’re perfect.” He says, plain and simple.

His hands slide down your arms, and he brings his body flush against yours. You feel his heart beating against yours, the outline of the key around his neck pressing mockingly against your form. Once again, Sol intertwines your hands, and sways you to move with his whims.

“We’ll do this every day, okay?” He moves backwards and you can’t do anything but follow. Your footsteps don't feel like your own.

“Until it’s time,” Sol takes one of your hands and spins you around, catching you by the waist before you could stray too far. Every part of your body that he touches feels like it's withering away by the instant.

“And we can dance for the first time with me as your husband~” He muses, pulling you close and kissing at your ear. You feel sick.

“The wedding will be perfect.” You can’t do anything but let him believe.

What else can you do, when anything other than pure submission will result in more and more consequences of his overbearing love?

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Play TKATB here!

Not entirely proud of this but what can ya do.

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Fantasia said that Sol is vaguely inspired by Kylar from DOL and I have the urge to write Sol doing the sick freak things that sick freak Kylar does…

Primarily putting his cum in the food he gives you to eat… ohhh the thoughts…

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Peep the new fic draft 😳

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SPOILERS (Bad Ending: No Witnesses Aftermath)

To anyone wondering what happened and the aftermath of the no Witnesses ending umm, Sol is obviously mad at Hyugo and vice versa but Sol couldn't bear the pain of not living with the MC anymore so Sol begged Hyugo to slit his throat.

TW: su1cide (Sol asking Hyugo to unalive him)

People were probs confused who killed who so it's Sol > Crowe and Hyugo > MC.

At first, Hyugo didn't want to do it (obviously, they're friends) but Sol didn't keep his end of the deal (and refuses to collaborate with Hyugo afterwards). Hyugo sees Sol as a threat because of that.

And so, Hyugo granted his best friend's last wish with a blank look on his face as he smeared blood once more. His last thoughts were just of frustration, having to clean three bodies now.

Huh? The deal?

What deal you're asking? I don't know either, it's between the two of them anyway. Why should we care?

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Requests are open ~~

After that Sol fic I’m itching to write some more for my boy 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I’ll probably do a full list of fandoms I’ll write for once I fully get the blog set up but atm send in WHATWVRR !! For TKATB !!!

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Perfection

Sol being the perfect boyfriend. Is there anything that could be amiss?

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DNI !!! Use of they/them pronouns for reader and no explicit genitalia is mentioned Pre-established relationship, Sol beats up a pervert in front of you

Sol was perfect, the most incredible boyfriend you could ever imagine having.

From spontaneous dates at cafes or the arcade- where all expenses are covered by him before you could even think about offering your own cash. To the daily meals meticulously home cooked to perfection. Hell, the way his lips would worship your skin in bursts of affectionate kisses never made you feel anything less than a god.

"You're too good for me," you whisper under your breath, tangling your fingers through his two toned hair. Sol embraces you, cuddled up on your couch as a movie you've forgotten about plays in the background.

You feel him smile into your collar, briefly pressing his teeth into your skin before pulling back. The look in his eyes, lovesick to an incredible degree, tells you everything you need to know about the way he feels. "No pumpkin, you're the one that's too good for me."

Before you can protest, he's back on your collar. You yelp at the way he moves your shirt down to gain better access to your skin. His piercing is cold as he moves around, biting and nipping on any surface he can find. Your hands ball in his hair, and you bite back a moan at the way his tongue runs over the curve of your neck. Through whispers under his breath, you hear him muttering praises, a common sound whenever you two are alone.

"You're perfect..."

"Someone like me-"

"I'm so lucky to finally have you..."

"I'll never let you go."

In the heat of the moment, his hand slips under your shirt. And you choose to ignore the implications of his words.

He was perfect, and that word isn't one that should be said lightly. Sol looked at you as if you personally hung every star in the sky. As if you were solely responsible for the sun rising every morning.

As if you were the only thing worth living about in this earthly life of his.

You're in the arcade. You're on the side of a crane machine, peering into the glass as Hyugo tries to control it for success.

"Wait, wait, wait! Move it to the left, you're too far right-" You say, pointing to the spot where the targeted horse plush lays. Sol had gone to the bathroom at the time, leaving you and your friend scrambling as you try to win a plushie for him before he could return.

A fist flies into the air, making contact with a guy you didn't even realize was there. Sol, behind you, heaves from the recoil, glaring down harshly.

"Huh-"

"You... fucking pervert." Sol points down, eyes glowing with fury, hands shaking.

The guy on the floor lifts himself up, and only then you realize a cracked phone lays beside him, open to the camera app. "What the fuck are you-"

Sol bends down, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt. "I saw you trying to take a picture of their behind." The man's only response is a look of horror, realization that he'd been caught.

The bright lights of the arcade and scattered sounds of chatter override any attention that could've been brought to the scene. Sol brings his fist up once more, ready to throttle the man. "Hey, we're in public Sunny." The eerily calm voice of Hyugo slices through the tension, cutting through Sol's anger in a moment of realization.

"I oughta take you outside to deal with your shit-" He bites back, glaring at the trembling man.

"F-fuck this, go have your whore-"

"Don't you dare!" Sol's fist flies straight into the man's nose, pure anger in his gaze. He doesn't stop punching, and you grasp Hyugo's arm in anxiety.

"S-sol stop-" You say, looking around to see if anyone else notices the scene. Hyugo tries to stop him swell, moving forward to try and pry him off. Sol only lashes out, shoving his friend to the side.

"Not yet-"

Despite your pleads, he doesn't listen, punching and beating the man until he finds his punishment fit. When Sol finishes, you're shaking.

He reaches out to you with hands stained with blood that aren't his. When you flinch, his eyes go wide. "I-" He looks to the side, and you can't tell if it's due to shame or nerve. "I couldn't just let the guy go, pumpkin. H-how else do you expect me to react?"

You can't help the way you soften at his words, at the clear realization at what he had done shaking his core. You trust he feels bad, and you step over the unconscious body to reach out to him, hands falling to his shoulders. Hyugo moves behind you, grasping at the body to begin work on manipulating the scene.

You hold him and he all but collapses onto you, cries of shame muffled by your clothing. Blood smears on your back from his hands gripping your shirt.

"I-it's okay," You say, whispering softly into his ear. You put hand in his messy hair, patting it to try and give him some semblance of comfort. With a loud sniff, he pulls away and you expect tears to be running down his face.

The look in his eyes is nothing more than pure adoration and devotion.

He was perfect. From the top of his forehead to the tips of his toes, not a single part about him was flawed.

Not a single part.

His hips slap into yours with a passion you find yourself hard to keep up with. Heaving pants and choked back moans fill your bedroom as you're pushed flushed to the mattress.

Sol's cock fucks into you in all the right places.

Long enough to reach the deepest parts of you. The first time you took him in fully, it felt like ages before he finally bottomed out. Every time you stare at the outline of his bulge you blush knowing just how much of him had been inside you nights prior.

Wide enough to stretch you out deliciously with each collision of your hips. He always had to prep you before, stretching you out with his fingers and sometimes his tongue. Sometimes he'd get you to cum just from the foreplay alone.

Curved in such a way he targets that one spot that makes you curl your toes. As soon as he slipped into you, he wouldn't stop bullying that spot. Every thrust of his hips was more intense than the last, focused on driving you over the edge again and again.

"I- I love you," he moans out, pressing his body weight on top of you. His eyes roam over your pleasure filled face unable to constrain yourself due to just how good he was fucking you.

His hand slips between you, groping any exposed skin he can reach. From the curve of your thighs, to the rolls of your hips, to your nipples that rub against his cotton shirt with every movement.

"I love you-" he says with less shakiness, trying to steady himself despite losing his mind in the way you grip around him.

"My darling, my soul mate, my perfect perfect pumpkin," his rambling words barely make sense to your fucked out mind. He dips his head into your neck, biting down in a way that makes you scream.

Your hands run across his back, grasping at the shirt he's always refused to take off. Through the passion of his thrusts, he pushes your bodies together in an attempt to merge your souls into one.

"Sol- S-sol-!" You cry out his name, pushing his head further into your neck, encouraging the way he marks up your skin with proof of his existence. "I'm close, I'm close-" You chant in between gasps you can't control.

His hand moves to your jaw, gripping it tightly as he continues to lap at your neck. "Come for me darling, prove that you're mine-"

With that, you let go, holding him tighter than ever before as your vision goes white. Sol doesn't let up, continuing to pound his cock into you despite the sticky mess.

"Perfect, so perfect," His hips slow down to give you a brief moment of relief from the stimulation. He breaths in the scent of your mixed sex, going straight to his head as he circles his arms around you. Your brain is too fucked out to hear him, instead focused on leveling your breathing. "You're too good for me pumpkin... Too perfect for someone like me... How could I ever let you go now?"

You were perfect. To him, you could do no wrong. To him, you were all that was right in the world.

And now that he's got you in his grasp, he'd do anything to keep it that way.

THE SOL BRAINROT WENT SO HARD I HAD TO MAKE A NEW BLOG FOR YANDERE CONTENT 😭😭😭 Let me know if I should make more or send in a request eyes eyes eyes

First time writing smut like this... I wanted to show how even getting into a relationship with him, even if everything goes well, there's still that air of obsession and something being wrong.

Might explore the idea more but for now the desire for smut won LOLOL

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