#yeeeeeeeep

Host mom: I hope Kylo Ren turns to the light.

Me: Well I hope Rey sticks her lightsaber through his stomach.

non-sexual acts of dominance // accepting

It was strange to have the literal God in his own home.

Not the one he shared with Mal, no, but the very one left to him by his parents after they died. Still considered a fucking mansion though, just with less sentience Dio's own home possessed and far more insects.

Though he still had no clue why Dio wanted to come around, their home was far larger and far more grandiose than his own, Sonar still did what he could to include the God in his day-to-day, going through his usual routine even when he didn't have them looming over their shoulder, watching everything he did with attentive eyes.

After he'd finished, Dio found their way to his lounge, eying the pinned insects on the walls with interest, settling themselves on one of the couches as Sonar tidies up a few items to at least make it a little cleaner.

Sonar manages to glance upward at them just in time to see Dio beckon him closer.

His eyes track the crook of their finger to the sly grin slowly overtaking their face. They urge him closer, eyes hooded and practically staring right through him, promising an eventful evening without the need to speak their desires. Sonar knows instantly what they want, but he's not that easy.

Speaking of which. Currently playing"