#and I don't even dislike Solo

[prismatic-starstuff]

miquella truly got the most beautiful, magnificent, awe-inspiring ost only to be on radahn's back for the whole duration of it,,,

[akpaleyreblogs]

I keep seeing a little of what the entire internet sees in Astarion and I am interested in seeing more of that person but every time you get a glimpse of it he immediately covers it up by being an insufferable jackass. Whenever I replay I'll have to put up with enough of the jackass to see more of the other person, but he makes it really hard to want to interact with him for that long.

[suncoved]

BIG MAN ON CAMPUS! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; fratboy!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; you come to your first college party and have the worst panic attack of your life. who knew your knight in shining armour would be the captain of the biggest fraternity and the biggest fuck boy on campus

warnings ; panic attacks, anxiety, drugging, angst but like fluff!!

"Liv, i'm really not sure about this"

You're best friend and roommate looked at you with a blank stare, watching as you pulled the tight white dress down that had ridden up your thighs. She had dragged you out of your dorm only 20 minutes ago, telling you that if you didn't come she was going to wake you up with a bucket of ice water.

"Cmon babe, you made me promise i would drag you to at least one party this year. and i don't break a promise. Which also means that i promise if you don't like the first 30 minutes, then we can go home and eat 30 pounds of ice cream and pass out in our makeup"

You smiled at her, trying to push yourself through whatever anxiety was coursing through you. Liv was really a good friend, even if she was harsh about it at times, you know that she wanted the best for you.

The smell of booze and sweat hit your nose immediately as you walked into the frat house, the music blasting and the rainbow lights blinding against the otherwise dark space.

Liv pulled you to the corner of the living room, smiling brightly at you and giving you an extra tight hug. "Ok! I'm gonna go get us some drinks, stay right there and don't move!"

She had to yell because of how loud the music was, wasting no time before disappearing into the kitchen.

You stood in the party like a fish out of water, biting your lip as you looked down at your feet.

You'd like to say that you weren't that much of an introvert. I mean sure you liked to be curled up with a good book from time to time, and you were studying a bit more than healthy. But you like to go out and shop with friends, talk to new people in your classes and slumber parties on the weekends.

But parties were something you did not do. It had a combination of all the things you disliked most in life. loud music, people yelling, drinking, flashing bright lights and... frat boys.

You'd already been brought out of your shell at college, you were confident enough now to present in classes and partner up with new people on assignments, but this was pushing it.

You were a sweet girl, but naive. You didn't have enough experience with greedy men and even you would admit that you resembled a lost deer more often than you would like.

You lifted your head as you heard someone approach you, looking up quickly as you assumed it was Liv coming back from the kitchen.

But it wasn't Liv.

A brunette looked straight at you as you made eye contact with him, a red solo cup resting in his hand.

"What's a pretty girl like you standing here all alone in the corner" he stated, inching closer to you as you subconsciously stepped back a bit. "I'm Jeremey"

He reached out his hand to you to shake, only to receive a dumbfounded look on your face.

"Normally people reply back with their name, Babe"

"Oh! Sorry!" you replied flustered, repeating back your name as he grinned wide, showing his bright smile.

You didn't want to admit that when Jeremy was talking to you, you continually kept glancing over at the entrance to the kitchen, hoping that the next person to walk out was Liv, who was going to hopefully come to save you from this conversation.

"Hey, I was experimenting in the kitchen, wanna try my new concoction." Jeremy dangled the red solo cup in your face, the liquid pink and smelling of strawberries.

"No thank you. I don't drink" you replied sweetly, hoping to be polite and not upset him. "There's barely any in it, promise. Pleaseee, don't wanna hurt my feelings, do you?" He replied in annoyance.

A pang of hurt shot through you as you panicked, how could you have been so rude! Jeremy was taking time out of his day to talk to you and you rejected a drink he made you?

"Oh! no, I'm sorry. Thank you so much" you replied, taking the cup out of his hands and looking down at the liquid. He watched closely as you took a sip, your face twisting at the strong flavour of vodka.

"What do you think?" he smirked as he asked, bringing his hand up to your lips and wiping the extra liquid off with his thumb.

"Its- its great, thank you" you replied, your heart beating faster as you started to feel increasingly more uncomfortable. He watched you closely as he hinted to you to drink more, looking down at you like he was a wolf, and you were his prey.

You held back tears as you felt the room start to spin under your feet, your cheeks feeling hot and your hands shaking involuntarily. It hit you quickly that this wasn't alcohol that was making you feel like this, no, it was something else. Something much, much worse.

And you didn't want to stick around to figure out what it was.

"Um, sorry Jeremy, I need to go to the bathroom" you spoke up, using all your courage to push through the crowd quickly as he followed.

Your breath was now speeding up as you fought your way through the waves of people, your steps becoming faster as you felt the room spinning more and more, tears streaming down your face.

You didn't know where the bathrooms in this place were, but you didn't have time to think about that now.

You just needed to find Liv, or someone, anyone.

Your eyes fell on a room at the end of the hall, light spilling out of the crack where the door failed to meet the floor.

You didn't have time to think, just to act. Your balled fist made it up to the door, knocking over and over again as you looked behind you, Jeremy in the crowd but looking all over for what you assumed to be you.

You didn't even want to begin to imagine how stupid you looked, or how impolite you were being as your knocks became harsher and frantic as Jeremy came closer.

"Jesus, learn how to wait your fucking turn" a voice sounded as the door opened. you didn't even look away from Jeremy as you tumbled into the bathroom, accidentally bringing the person in the door with you.

"Yo, what the fuc-" the aggressive voice came to a halt quickly, but you all you could focus on was your breathing, which was out of control.

Your cheeks were wet with tears as you closed your eyes, bringing your hands up to your face and letting yourself sob. "I- I can't breathe" You let out, unknowing if you were talking to yourself or the person in the space with you.

You couldn't even handle your anxiety and emotions when you were in control of your body, let alone now.

That's the main reason you don't drink, because you tend to freak out to the point of no return, and this, this was much worse.

Your face was buried in your hands as the person softly closed the door to the bathroom. You didn't even register him softly moving you to sit on the toilet seat in the bathroom, kneeling down and removing your hands from your face.

You opened your eyes to see a man's face looking back at you, his features painted with worry and his body distanced enough away from you as to not upset you even more.

"Hey- hey. Its ok, what's wrong?" the boy asked, trying not to show how confused he was on how to deal with this situation. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head quickly at his statement, your tears slowly coming to a halt as your vision became less blurry. You could now see his face more clearly. Fluffy dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, soft pink lips.

"Uh, um. Wait" He spoke, breaking eye contact with you for the first time since you entered the bathroom. He started frantically opening draws and cabinets, stopping when he found a box of tissues under the sink.

"Here" you looked between him and the box he was handing you before taking it in your hands, your fingers brushing past each other momentarily.

"Thank you, i-i promise I'm not this much of a mess all the time." You replied, earning a soft smile from the man. "It's ok, it happens to the best of us. Have you taken anything, or just drunk?" He asked delicately.

Rafe didn't understand what he was feeling at this moment. Because he'd never felt it before.

Sure he could be an asshole sometimes, He was rude and got into fights on occasion, and he had been known to make girls complete the walk of shame out of his room involuntarily after a big night out, but that didn't mean he would ever leave a clearly intoxicated girl alone at a frat party.

But this, this was different. He had to know what was wrong with you, and he had to fix it. Sure you were a mystery to him and only met you seconds ago, but he wasn't leaving until he knew you were safe and sound... and had given him your name.

"I don't drink- or, at least I didn't. This boy gave me something, it tasted weird. Then I got all dizzy and now- now I can't stop crying" You rambled, sighing softly and looking into his eyes.

He gazed back at you, running his tongue around his teeth before seemingly snapping out of the trance he was in. "Did you know the guy?" He huffed, obviously agitated with your reply as he ran his fingers through his hair.

You shook your head softly, a wave of sadness running through you because you couldn't give him the answer he wanted. Tears started running down your face again suddenly as you kept repeating 'I'm sorry' over and over again.

He lifted his thumb up to your cheek, softly brushing the tears away. "Hey it's okay, Don't worry. I'll keep you safe"

He didn't understand the feelings he was feeling, He had never craved to protect someone so much, He had never been this gentle in his whole life.

"What's your name?" he asked, distracting you to hopefully stop the flow of tears streaming down your face. He felt like if you didn't stop crying in the next minute, he was going to lose it.

You answered your name to him, earning a soft smile. "I'm Rafe, it's nice to meet you." He finished the sentence with your name, sending shivers down your spine.

"Liv" You gasped, making his head tilt in confusion before you shot up from your seat. "Wow, ma. Slow down, what do you mean?" Rafe replied, holding your hips to stop you from completely falling over. You sat back down quickly in defeat, your eyes wide with panic.

"Liv, I-I came here with my friend Liv. I'm gonna scare her. I need to find her." You gasped, your voice trembling as you spoke. "It's ok, We'll find her. Don't worry, it's ok." He repeated, desperate for your face to get back to your normal expression, aka, not struck with terror.

It was obvious to Rafe through the glaze cast over your eyes, the shaking from your hands and the drooping of your eyelids that someone had slipped something into your drink.

He had hosted enough parties at his fraternity to know what insecure, probably small dicked boys, not men, can do to women. And it revolted him.

"R-rafe. I'm gonna go to sleep now" You whispered, your body finally giving out before you could stop it, his arms quickly coming up to stabilize you before you toppled over.

He bit his lip as he tried to figure out what to do, pulling your body into his arms as you didn't even stir. He was scared. So scared.

He didn't know what you were given, how much you were given, what would happen after you woke up, if you even woke up at all.

He carried you up the stairs and into his bedroom, unlocking the door and locking it behind him again. His room was the only one with a lock in the whole house, because he was damned if he was going to walk in on random strangers having drunk sex on his bed.

He rested you softly on his bed, making sure your head was comfortably on his pillow and resting a blanket over your body after taking your heels off.

He looked at your sleeping form, your long eyelashes resting on your cheeks, your hair falling softly over your shoulders and your chest rising and falling with your breaths.

He looked at you one last time before leaving his room, ignoring every person greeting him as he made a beeline straight for the living room.

He scanned over the large crowd in the house, numerous people dancing, some making out, his frat brothers doing keg stands, and one very panicked girl going up to every stranger she sees.

Rafe took no time before walking straight to the girl in the middle of the dance floor, tapping her on the shoulder. She turns immediately to face Rafe, her face struck with confusion.

"Are you Liv?" Rafe asks, earning a confused nod from the girl in front of him” I am! Have you seen my best friend anywhere? She's about yay height, really pretty, heart of gold, she kinda looks like that baby deer from that Disney movie, she's wearing this white dress and-"

Rafe stops her ramble with a quick nod causing her eyes to widen. "What? Where is she?"

"In my bed" Rafe replied, remembering he wasn't all that good with small talk. "What? What the fuck do you mean, in your bed? What did you do? I swear to god-"

"Ok, calm down. Someone gave her something. I found her in the bathroom sobbing before she passed out. I put her in my bed then came down here, end of story" He replied, starting to get slightly agitated.

The girl he now knows to be Liv quickly walks off, heading straight for upstairs where the bedrooms are. Rafe rolls his eyes before following swiftly behind her, though he's glad that there's someone out there other than him trying to protect his newfound soft spot.

Liv halts at all the bedrooms, looking expectantly at Rafe before he walks in front of her and opens his door. Liv immediately rushes to you, still passed out on Rafe's bed.

She sits next to you, tucking your hair behind your ear before placing a kiss on your forehead. "Of course, on the first party she goes to, some sick fuck roofies her and she ends up in Rafe Cameron's bed" Liv speaks, not taking her eyes off you.

"How do you know my name?" Rafe asks, not even bothering to look at the person he's talking to as he focuses on your chest rising and falling. "Ha, everyone knows who you are Rafe. And if I find out you had anything to do with her getting hurt, I'm gonna chop your dick off and feed it to you and make sure everyone on campus knows it"

It would be a lie to say Rafe wasn't slightly amused by your best friend's words, holding back his smile and keeping his face stern. "I would never do that shit. Especially not to her" Liv's eyebrow quirked in confusion at the last bit of his sentence.

She knows for a fact that you did not know Rafe Cameron before this night, let alone any frat boys. Liv could cry at the sight of your passed-out form, taking full blame and responsibility for the fact that you got hurt when she was meant to protect you.

She pulled her phone out from her purse, about to call an Uber back to the dorms for both of you. "No, I'll drive you" He stated, not leaving room for an argument

Liv nodded slowly before pulling the blanket off you, your body involuntarily starting to shiver from the cold air.

Rafe walked over to his closet, grabbing his warmest hoodie. Liv looked up at him as he raised your body softly, placing the hoodie over your head and softly lifting you up into his arms.

Rafe walked with Liv down to the road outside the fraternity house, receiving hundreds of stares from people in the crowd. But he didn't care, all he cared about was you.

He let Liv open the door to the backseat of his truck, allowing him to place you softly inside before Liv climbed in next to you, placing your head on her lap.

The ride was completely silent, barring Liv's directions to the dormitories, but she didn't miss the way he was constantly looking in the rearview mirror at you.

It didn't take long before Liv was leading the way to your dorm, Rafe trailing slowly behind with you in his arms.

She flicked the light on in your dorm, Rafe quickly knowing which bed was yours from the multiple stuffies and pink blankets. He lifted the covers before placing your head on the pillow once more, knowing Liv was going to get you changed before she slept.

"Thank you, Rafe, for looking out for her when I didn't" Liv said as Rafe walked to your door, nodding curtly in repose to her statement.

He gave you one last look before he walked out of your door, watching as Liv was about to shut the door on him after saying goodbye. Panicked he placed his foot in front of the door before it shut, forcing it open.

"C-can I get her number, please?"

[seungcheorry]

at this point, seokmin is literally performing a solo show as he showers.

the setlist? it goes from 'espresso' by sabrina carpenter, to 'ggum' by yeonjun, his junior.

"jagi~", seokmin screams in his cute voice, as if it's not 7am and your neighbors won't complain about the noise.

it takes less than a minute for you to enter the bathroom, 'birds of a feather' by billie eilish playing loudly.

"babe, my neighbors might strongly dislike you at this point", you sigh.

"i'm sorry", he peeks his head from behind the curtain, but his childish-like smile tells you he's not sorry at all. "my shampoo ran out, can i use yours?"

"that's why you called me?"

seokmin nods, patiently waiting for you to answer.

"what am i gonna do with you, lee seokmin?"

and, just on cue...

"and i don't know what i'm crying for, i don't think i could love you more...", seokmin sings to you, face expressing how serious he is at that moment - even though it's just one of his silly little antics.

you roll your eyes, trying to ignore how your ears are turning red. "use the shampoo and get out of the shower in 10 minutes, breakfast is almost ready".

"i'll love you till the day that i die!!!", seokmin loudly sings as you close the door behind you.

a 'thank you, jagi' is what you hear while you go back to the kitchen.

a/n: for my dear @kozukensgf. sorry it took me so long to write, hope you like it, baby. ❤️🍒

[cartierre]

BRUTAL OUT HERE | op81

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU oscar piastri x fem!singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)

side note: the way i used to dislike oscar and now i'm so immensely proud of what he's achieved is crazy. what a character arc of me.

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yourusername i am beyond the moon happy and proud to announce that my debut album is out now in store and on all music platforms! having worked on this for so long, it feels like seeing my little child grow up 🫶🏻 my team and i invested a lot of time and effort into this and i'm insanely excited for you to experience it. let me hear your thoughts and opinion on this! 💜

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user1 JUST LISTENED TO IT AND I AM NOT OKAY

user2 the way this captures the spirit of being a teenage girl so well ⤷ user3 she literally took my feelings and put it into words it's incredible

conangray i'm so proud of my babygirl comment liked by yourusername ⤷ yourusername ah stop! you helped me so much in the process, huge huge thank you for supporting me 🫶🏻😭 ⤷ user4 i love y/n's and conan's friendship so so much!

oscarpiastri 💜🖤 ⤷ user5 OSCAR?

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yourusername the last few weeks have been absolutely crazy! i've recieved so much love and positive feedback for 'SOUR' ... i can't even describe how loved and appreciated i feel. i love you guys so much!

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user6 you deserve this so much!! your music makes me feel so many emotions, it's incredible

user7 can't believe how far you've come! been listening to your solos for so long and now you have a whole album aaahh ⤷ user8 remember when she used to upload covers on youtube?

oscarpiastri insanely proud! comment liked by yourusername

user9 oscar is being a bit suspicious these days i don't trust him ⤷ user10 lando is also liking sooo something is brewing in the paddock for sure

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yourusername my first performance here in melbourne (my hometown) felt so fucking special i'm in tears from how amazing you guys were! my official tour dates are coming soon!

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user11 is it true that you and oscar are childhood friends ⤷ user12 what if they're dating ⤷ user13 what if sour is actually about him?

conangray ahhh i'm so proud of my bestie! comment liked by yourusername ⤷ yourusername couldn't have done it without your pep talk

user14 someone said sour is about oscar and y/n's former relationship? ⤷ user15 is this confirmed?

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yourusername cat's out of the bag thanks to this dingus

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user16 no because it's kinda sweet they revealed their relationship during oscar's homerace (even if it was accidental) ⤷ user17 and her having had her first concert a week ago in melbourne as well (which he attended) like since when is melbourne so romantic like that

oscarpiastri i already told you i'm really really sorry ⤷ yourusername save your apology and gimme a kiss

landonorris great so now i see your annoying asses in real life AND on social media ⤷ yourusername haters gonna hate

user18 but... i wanna know who the album is about then ⤷ user19 real like babes let us knoooowwww

user20 i love childhood friends to lovers aaahh comment liked by yourusername

[cipheramnesia]

Star Wars fans do not understand how unbelievably important to the narrative it is that Han Solo cannot use the Force. I don't even like Star Wars, but I know it's absolutely critical he does not in any way have any connection to the Force. If you've ever felt even a vague dislike for George Lucas changing Han's introduction so Greedo (really? Greedo? his name is Greedo and he's greedy? come on, man) shoots first, you already know why Han can't use the Force.

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

propaganda:

The chemistry. the banter. Being a hacker and bisexual are too coolest things in 1995. The way years later Tim created an entire vr suit/world for Lonnie when he was fully paralyzed so they could team up to defeat DC's darkweb the Ünternet.

(second propaganda is very long so it goes beneath a read more)

Lonnie is the first vigilante peer Tim interacted with and a major part of Tim's first solo detective case before becoming Robin - their histories are connected inside and outside of the comics, as Lonnie was the third Robin that never was and Tim is the third Robin that was. Tim maintains the myth of the Bat and Lonnie works to render the need for it obsolete (despite admiring Batman to a degree) which makes for interesting contrast. Tim's been at least somewhat interested in talking to and understanding Lonnie since their first interaction despite their couple of clashes, offering to discuss Anarchist politics with him, and Lonnie is someone often misunderstood by the wider vigilante community. Their banter is fun when they're up against each other, and Tim arrives at the conclusion that they'd make a good team the second time they meet. Tim makes a few comments here and there about how Lonnie's motivations are right and how his heart's in the right place, proving a sympathy with his cause even if it chafes against Batman's. Later on, Tim saves Lonnie's life when he's about to die after getting trapped attached to a blimp set to explode. Tim saves Lonnie's life again when Lonnie's kidnapped by Ulysses Armstrong at the end of his Robin solo, beforehand starting to correspond with Lonnie to try to track him down and rescue him and then actually rescuing him with Ulysses makes Tim choose between apprehending him and saving Lonnie. Tim in Red Robin shows signs of liking Lonnie, teaming up with him, being very concerned about his well being, even calling him his "best friend" a few times, even if sarcastically. Lonnie uses the fact that Tim understands him and how he operates to convince Tim to let him deal with the Unternet. Tim defends Lonnie's character. There's a lot of potential for the two of them any way you slice it (because there is some rivalry, annoyance, mistrust present), but I think they're people who are both similar enough to each other and different enough from each other in ways that would challenge each other to reflect on aspects of themselves, and there's nothing Tim loves more than someone who challenges him. Lonnie's painfully lonely and often needs others to drag him back down from the clouds when his well-intentioned schemes get out of hand as well as thoughts that he's the only one who can actually save the world, and Tim tends to connect or connect well with others, working well with a team. Lonnie is someone who has big, alternative ideas about society and how to deal with societal issues and has the drive to get things done, which I think would be good for Tim who is so averse to becoming like Batman, and they make nice conversation partners. There's more I could say but this is already getting so long. TL;DR timlonnie sweep forever.

[johns-prince]

John's insecurity and fear of Paul abandoning and no longer loving him really reared it's ugly head when Paul wrote Yesterday and people started talking about whether this meant Paul would go solo. It's true that part of why John and Paul's partnership worked out is because they could be competitive with each other—but it encouraged and inspired rather than threatened and smothered. It was relatively healthy.

John hated the song, and I don't believe it was simply because he was envious. I mean, John was envious of Paul in certain aspects, merely because John had pretty poor self esteem and view of himself to begin with.

I just don't think John's reasoning for hating Yesterday is based on competitive envy as much as it was based on what the song stood for and what it's popularity meant—Paul could do just well without him, Paul didn't need him, everyone could see it even. With the success of Yesterday, there was talk about Paul leaving the band, which in turn meant leaving John.

The song crippled him with this kind of insecurity so much that he even got into rows with Paul over it. There's photographs of it taking place in the dressing room. John was always a complete jerk when it came to this song being performed.

Years, years later, I can understand why John also disliked the song as so many people would attribute the song to the Beatles, as in thinking John himself had a part in creating it like so many of the songs authored by Lennon-McCartney—when it was solely Paul's song.

But this song brought up one of John's biggest gripes, insecurities, and fears, And it was documented for us to read about and even see: Paul would realize he didn't need the band, didn't need their partnership, that he didn't need John.

I was feeling insecure. You might not love me anymore.

[aleksiej]

does rottmnt donnie dislike touch?

i have rewatched all of rottmnt and am ending this debacle once and for all (at least for me lol)

based on the two seasons, the movie and the comics (tho the comics don't really bring anything to this conversation) i think i have the answer to one of the more controversial topics in this fandom

(no, it's not the yuichi vs usagi debate, usagi obviously wins that no sweat)

so, does donnie dislike touch?

in the series, he is shown being fairly touchy with his siblings throughout the series, with some exceptions i will try to list now, tho not with proper episode names as i am not looking them up, sorry not sorry:

pilot episode, captured by draxum in a cacoon with mikey he's visibly uncomfortable and tries to get away

mikey's solo mission, he doesn't look at any of the and in response to a hug he pats mikey's head with a metal arm from his battle shell.

glued together, he's showing visible discomfort at being forced into close (touching) proximity of his brothers, tho that discomfort is somewhat elevated when they do a second go-round after the sticky foam ball got crushed

that time splinter caught everyone in a trap hanging in the lair (i think it's the forest survival episode?), he's, again, uncomfortable and the first to find a solution to their entrapment, be it on his phone

there's probably more, but that's what i remember from the series and spread out on about 60 episodes it's noticeable, but not a deciding factor, especially since donnie's also seen being fine with touch. now, the movie offers us even more of a look into donnie's relationship with touch. this list will include every instance presented i can think of, in no particular order.

during leo and raph's fight after they lost the key, donnie jumps on raph's back in an attempt to stop him from advancing in the fight, as mikey tries to shield leo. it's a very quick decision and doesn't seem to particularly trouble donnie.

after the kraang come through the portal and the turtles escape-pod out, mikey's panicking and grabbing cj, also causing him distress. donnie grabs mikey under his arms like a plushie and is shown to carry him until leo gets back with a panic attack and news of raph, upon which leo starts at cj with a fight in mind and donnie and mikey keep him away. again, no distress is coming off of donnie, no more than the regular situation call for (although he gets more logic-minded and quiet as the movie goes on with only small donnie moments breaking it up, which seems to be how he reacts to stress, but that'll be in another fever post)

he's touching mikey sometimes during the subway battle, but it's most likely he either didn't notice or didn't care, considering everything else happening in that fight (ps the kraang train is my favorite villainous entity in the franchise, give me more of the kraang train and i will give you my soul)

he's shown very visibly having sensory issues (very relatable) throughout the whole movie because of the kraang. not necessarily to do with touch, oh except for the part when he had to get EATEN BY THE TECHNODROME THROUGH HIS BARELY TOUCHED AT ALL SOFT SHELL which is shown to be a sensory nightmare and awful to touch and yes, i had night terrors if that, thank you very much.

at the very end, they all hug with no visible problems except for the fact that they are on staten island. that is to say, there's one important scene still, it happens before the end, but i wanted to have space to gush about it so here we go.

the famous scene of raph grabbing donnie and mikey flying through the air, yelling "don't worry donnie, it's not a hug, it's a rescue". probably the most important thing said in accordance to donnie's relationship with touch.

in my personal opinion, donnie doesn't mask (i mean look at his behavior) or if he does, he does it, rarely in public and even rarer with just his brothers. so every one of the hamato clan knows at least the most important of donnie's boundaries, especially related to the autism, as it's handled well within their family structure (both donnie's and mikey's autism is) . so, if raph calls out to him to warn about the hug he's giving donnie and treats it like a potential bad thing, there are really only two conclusions we can get to.

one, donnie doesn't like/hates physical contact. disputed by just about everything else in the show, except for the listed above exceptions.

two, donnie being open to touch or not is conditional. and considering the mentioned exceptions and raph's rescue from the movie, there's one similarity we can notice between them.

the touch affecting donnie is happening without his consent and without a form of escape.

(except for when donnie's hugged by mikey in his solo mission episode, but considering he's already kind of detached, i'm assuming he's just not up to it and so he uses his robotic extra arms to give comfort instead of ignoring his little brother which aww)

that's the uncomfortable part, the unpredictability and lack of a way to detach himself. aka, donnie's just like me for real. lmao.

donnie probably doesn't mind touch and welcomes it, but needs to be in control of the process and be able to leave if he gets overwhelmed. and his family knows that, hence raph's words in the movie that led so many people astray...

this might just be another evidence of how well donnie is written as an autistic character, both with his low empathy not being demonized and not preventing him from creating bonds (tho sometimes making it difficult) and the fact that the most common opinion of autistic people (that they hate touch, which is something a psychiatrist brought up as evidence of me not being autistic) doesn't apply to everyone.

as a summary, rottmnt donnie is probably the best version of donnie right now and he doesn't hate touching, he just has to touch on his own terms. extremely valid, extremely relatable.

[mintaii]

May I ask for your thoughts on Arcane season 2! Be as honest as you want, I ook a lot of issue w it and would love to see what other people took issue with.

well overall i was kinda disappointed HAHA the animation was so jawdroppingly gorgeous (i am going to absorb that art book into my system when i receive my copy), i just wish the writing this season reflected the visuals it was delivered with.

i'll type out further thoughts under the read more

things i really liked:

episode 7 was so peak. an ekko character episode, the whole AU deal, timebomb, heimer's silly little bard song and jayce being miserable in the canyon with the voidimals

jayvik soulmatism (edit: ok but the reveal that the old wizard who saved jayce was viktor was SO goofy i'm sorry i can't take that part seriously)

there were a few scenes here and there i loved. off the top of my head: the entirety of ep 1's opening sequence (aftermath of the rocket launch, the funeral), mel's talks with 'kino' and the build up to the realization that he's fake, vi + jinx's fight paralleling jayce, ekko and heimerdinger experiencing the hexhorrors

i liked the horror elements, lowkey wish they did more of it

sorry i'm going to rip into it for a bit:

the pacing was not great LOL felt like we had no time to marinate in everything they were throwing at us because we had to move on fast. the reason why i love ep7 so much was bcos it gave us the time to breathe

this was the biggest thing for me: the zaun and piltover conflict not being the central story of this season was a disservice to nearly every characters' arc.

too many music videos lmfao interesting how it's for mostly addressing sociopolitical issues in zaun/piltover

i think it's kinda weird u don't see ekko and jayce for a nearly whole act (considering ekko's role in saving the timeline and what jayce finds out in the hexpocalypse)

vi in particular to me felt so extinguished as a character and it makes me so mad how she feels completely shoved to the side writing wise. even her big solo character moment which was her as a pit fighter was? relegated to a music video?

did not like caitlyn by the end of it all and how they handled her character this season unfortunately made me dislike caitvi's dynamic in the finale (and i was rooting for them!!!) hence why i don't like how vi goes i'm the dirt under your nails to her at the end LMAO

i felt like the reveal that vander and silco were besties with vi + powder's mom cheapened the emotional intensity of vander, vi and powder becoming found family on the bridge and vander's decisions afterwards, as well as silco's own decision to take powder in. i'm sorry but i really don't think silco in s1 knew who tf vi and powder were (other than the awareness they were vander's daughters)

prefacing this by saying viktor is my favorite character (to no one's surprise) but i wasn't a huge fan of the direction they took him this season!! i think he should have been a robot but also he was severely underutilised in their attempt to make him the main antagonist in act 3. imo it thematically makes more sense to have the herald still be a machine. also the lack of agency in his evolution was so weird to me (though i do like the idea of jayce being the one to jumpstart the transformation out of love). i could keep going on about him lmao

[astroohoe]

Astro observations

Hi! I know its been a while since i posted ...was going through some thangs loll now let's get to itttt.

•Gemini women loves to gossip lol. They can literally be gossiping about you while youre literally there, they do not care if you hear or not . Honestly, i think the end goal was for you to hear theyre talking shit about you lol

•Gemini women have anger issues. They're really HOT TEMPERED and you can hear it from the top of their voice it's soooo bad😑

•Virgo women are mean 😑...most people dislike virgo women because they can criticize you, judge you all day and it might even seem like they bullying you lol...im a virgo myself and i don't even like most of the virgo women ive met ........they're personality is just 100% TRASH and they're sooo blunt eiiii😂😂😂

Ex:Beyonce in destinys's child...lol search for her old interviews with the...girl has been judging them all day😂 and the SHADE she used to give to them!! Guuuuuuuuurl was shady aslllll😂😂😂😂

•Taurus women are GOLDIGERS

•Aries sun men are selfish sometimes, they'll choose themselves first and you'll be soooo surprised😂

•Scorpio men are SENSITIVE! DRAMA KINGS ALL DAY...I swear I've never seen a man act sooooo petty and a bitch at the same time lol.

•Scorpio men are caring

•Scorpio men love love and loves the idea of love and a relationship lol they cant be single for oneday, always looking .

•Grown Capricorn men are 100% PREDATORY🙄

•Pieces men literally have a phase in their early 20's where they're just HOES and a menace in their relationships🤣😭😭😭 they could be dating three of four girls at the time and you wont even figure it out..that Neptune energy blurs all the lies..it makes them a GOOD LIAR and skilled at it....they can even gaslight you when you ask them if they are cheating on you...but when they grow in their 40's they actually STEP UP as MEN .they can literally reject girls to tell them im married and i love me wife..so be patient...They're also EXTREMELY LOVING AND SELF SACRIFICING 🥰🥰🥰🥰

.Pieces venus and mars knows how to give love, lol they're soooooo sweet. You're lucky to have a Pieces venus a bf or gf they know how to love.

•Virgo venuses are hoes100%

•Aquarius women are hypocrites but solo beautiful. They are shady friends and good at stealing peoples husbands and boyfriends....they're NOT that good of a people tbh.

•Sagitarrius women are thee most intelligent in the class followed by Capricorn women. They always get good grades . lol are you messing with a half horse half human and LITERALLY THE GOAT??😂😂😂 at you dumb??

•EARTH SIGNS WOULD ROAST YOU...YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT THE SMOKE WITH THEM....ESPECIALLY WITH TAURUS MEN...THEY WILL ROAST YOU TO EVEN END UP GETTING PLASTIC SURGERY

•Capricorn men can insult you on every deeper level.

•Virgo women have a sharp tongue and they can literally plan on revenging you honestly...im even scared of earth signs they're not to be played with .

•Sagitarius women see LITERALLY every women as they're competion...why??? They are one of theee most jealous signs EVER...LIKE??

•Gemini women are annoying tbh😑

•Capricorn girls were the mean girls in school 100%

•Aquarius mercuries have a smart mouth and a sooooo intelligent.

•Cancer women are soooo feminine...and extremely funny ...my beauties>>>>>>

•LEOS are soooooo motherly😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 like, i love y'all

•Aries and Libra....why do y'all like each other sooooo much??...and most of the times , it is the libras who chases the Aries suns...The libra men are sooooo obsessed with the Aries woman, or Aries rising lol....

So thats it forrrrr meeeee ......hope you enjoyed? Byeeee

[jesncin]

A Queer and Asian review of Xanthe Zhou + Spirit World

I haven't exactly been thorough about how I specifically feel about Xanthe Zhou as "representation" for people like me and a part of me didn't want to be too harsh since they're a fan favorite and I'm sure the writer did their best and what not- but there is this sense of "I'm not even whelmed I'm underwhelmed" by Xanthe as a character. I don't dislike them, but I can't say I'm a fan if I don't find them particularly interesting.

I'm sure for a lot of people the idea of a Chinese non-binary anime sword wielding, bomber jacket wearing, shaved cut having, envoy between the living and spirit world character is a novel concept. But when you've lived the reality this character attempts to represent (ghosts and spirits are a tuesday where I'm from) and have sought out that representation from within your own communities, Xanthe pales in comparison like a really corporate product. So I want to talk about intersectional storytelling and what a holistic queer Asian superhero could look like.

Again I'm aware Spirit World was written by a queer Chinese author (+ an all Chinese team) and as a fellow author who has to navigate mainstream publishing and deal with attempts at sandpapering authenticity for capitalism I want to stress that I Get The Struggle. But I'm allowed to be critical of how the final product turned out. Some of this is subjective musing even.

Here's the premise of Xanthe Zhou's character: When Xanthe was a very tiny kid, they were run over by a car when they were walking alone at night in the rain. They're resurrected by a powerful spirit called Po Po to be the half-dead, half-living Envoy of the Spirit World.

Everything about Xanthe is exhaustively corporate for me. Like industry planted representation designed to be as safe as possible and attempts at being intersectional are limited. Spirit World features Cassandra Cain Batgirl and John Constantine Hellblazer because that's how we get Asian and queer DC fans to hop onto out new queer Asian character! Xanthe doesn't get to stand out in their own world, or have an established cast system the way Kong Kenan gets to. Spirit World suffers from being a follow up to an Event comic, with all these characters crossing over- but it didn't rise to the challenge of including Batgirl and Johnstantine in meaningful ways. The story would've been better if they were replaced by characters unique to Xanthe's cast system.

I've become pretty cynical about scenes like this one. It's a scene where Xanthe is forcefully invited to have dinner with their family they haven't seen in years. The transphobic dinner pages made rounds on social media because "ooh look at John Constantine gendering a non-binary person correctly even when Xanthe's family keeps misgendering them", and "whoa even the magic system respects a trans person's name". It's free marketing, you can see comments on these posts asking what comic this is from to read more. People will start discourse over "Constantine going woke" and the defenders will pull up receipts that "John has always been a lefitst" and so on and so forth. I saw the promos for Spirit World, but these panels were what piqued my interest early on.

My twin and I were taking turns reading Spirit World- Jes asked Cin (who finished reading first) "so what about that transphobic dinner scene? Was it there? Are there other scenes that talk about it?" and Cin said "nope that's it. The rest is magic fight scenes and spirit world stuff." And honestly that feels calculated. It's like that Jenny Nicholson Star Wars Hotel thing: "whoa if they have this droid and this animatronic alien performer, imagine what else they have!" but nope. That's it. Just enough to fit in a tik tok promo. Just enough to fit in a tweet and make rounds. It's not like Alan Scott's Green Lantern solo, where his queer identity isn't limited to one scene designed to go viral. The whole narrative holistically discussed what it was like to be a gay man in that era. Spirit World on the other hand felt like it had a representation quota to fulfill before moving on to the generic Superhero Stuff- an entirely separate plot.

Then there's Xanthe and John. As a Hellblazer purist I already knew this was going to be a hard read for me since I'm not a fan of DC!Constantine but I've talked before about how Spirit World still has that appeal for me because sometimes og Hellblazer is a pain to read as a person of color. Maybe I can enjoy the fantasy of Constantine being an ally to an Asian person instead of fetishizing them like he did in those old Vertigo comics (people love to leave that out when they're defending Constantine as an ally but whatever). And people kept talking about how this is an elder and younger queer friendship dynamic and I love those.

So where was that? Sure, John genders Xanthe correctly over transphobic dinner and comforts them afterwards. But nothing he says or does is specific to a queer elder. Any ally or character can say these things or do these gestures. He doesn't speak from personal experience about how "it gets better" or "I know what it's like" it's just. "yeah throwing up in Gotham is great I do it all the time". Excuse me if I don't think that's substantial.

Ooh but the ghost of Johnstantine's ex boyfriend Oliver showed up! And then there was a bi joke about how John hooks up with a clone of himself a "dozen times" because he's such a slut amirite, gays. Diversity win. I expected bi jokes from DC!Constantine but marketing this as a queer narrative or generational friendship is a stretch.

Spirit World would've been a more holistic queer narrative if Wan Yujing, the villainous corrupted spirit that wanted to be remembered properly (or reincarnated, depends on the writer's mood)-was revealed to be a queer person. This would've been a fantastic opportunity to recontextualize Xanthe's personal transphobic encounter with their family into a larger systemic theme of queer historical erasure. The original meaning of a "dead name" is the idea that when a trans person dies, their family will put the wrong name on their grave. It's literally their "dead" name, erasing their legacy in writing. So why not include that in your conflict?

Wan Yujing is revealed to be a famous poet, slowly forgotten because "time erodes everything" (vague and bad writing btw). Why not pitch something more motivated and specific? Make it so that she wrote queer literature that was destroyed. Make it so that her lover was rewritten in history books as her "friend". Then when Xanthe makes the promise to remember Wan Yujing as she truly was, it'd be a holistic act of queer recognition and solidarity. But instead the resolution is just Xanthe Zhou promising "hey I'll remember you" and Wan Yujing just takes their word for it.

Can we talk about the huge missed opportunity of what this dialogue implies? Xanthe proclaims that they are both living and dead, granted the living's power to remember and the dead's immortality. Why was this not thematically paired with their experience as a non-binary person struggling in a cis-heteronormative world. Heck, why not pair this with how they're a queer Asian American, a perpetual foreigner wherever they go? Not Asian enough for traditional spaces, but not white enough for a majority of queer American spaces. Are we worried we'll scare off the white audience if this got too intersectional?

Xanthe gets more fleshed out under a different writer (Jeremy Holt) for one of the DC Pride stories (2023). Here, Xanthe talks about how being in the land of the living feels like going about a routinic obligation; "Reminding me that home isn't necessarily where the heart is". This is so much like the disassociated way trans people go about life before figuring themselves out. It's also like how a perpetual foreigner doesn't fit in anywhere. But it's not paralleled to that experience. The fantasy aspects of Xanthe Zhou the Envoy, are completely separate from the very few personal civilian parts of them. Like they're a Superhero first and a person second. The later half of this story gets overtaken by a team up with Batwoman, because once you have a new character set in Gotham you are at the whims of being absorbed into the greater Batfam conglomerate.

There's interesting concepts at the center of Xanthe's character. But it's hard to give credit to writing that doesn't follow any of that through. Xanthe's a hero motivated by making sure the dead are remembered and respected. That's a decent motivation in general, and a pretty resonant one for a queer hero-but everything surrounding the execution of that idea feels so half-assed to me. Xanthe's origin story has so many plot holes, it feels like it was thought up in 5 minutes.

Why was their death just some random car accident and not something more motivated? Why did the all powerful Po Po decide to resurrect them specifically? Where's the tension in any of the many excessive fight scenes in Spirit World, if Xanthe's apparently immortal? Also they age? What are the stakes for a character like this? This isn't even covering the shoddy writing for their transphobic family drama (Why did they just stalk their family after being resurrected? Why did their mom recognize them even though they've been gone and have aged for 15 years? so many questions ugh).

(why was this toddler walking around alone in the rain with their own umbrella. In Gotham. What is this-)

I casually propose that instead have Xanthe's origin be that they died as a runaway trans teen who went missing and was murdered. Maybe because the way police and society in general don't look into the disappearances of trans poc, Xanthe's death went completely unnoticed. Maybe as Xanthe's dying, Po Po sees their determination to fight for the forgotten and chooses to resurrect this kid specifically. Then we'd have a really motivated origin story that ties their identity to their heroism. Instead we get these over the top fantasy concepts + transphobic dinner with my talisman wielding mom.

Spirit World is a fun enough action fantasy with troubled pacing and generic MCU-quippy dialogue. It's so overwhelmed by it's own spectacle that we don't get a chance to get to know our new hero. What is Xanthe's character development? What flaw do they grow out of or overcome? If I'm honest outside of the attempt at quippy banter, what even is their personality? The ending is rushed; not only is the conflict resolved with Xanthe just promising to remember a dead poet, but they also make a deal to work with the Spirit World authorities. Because it's always so fun to watch queer people assimilate to the powers that oppress.

In one of these action sequences, I guess the writer decided there needed to be a semblance of themes to make it feel like the readers' time isn't being wasted. So while Cassandra Cain Batgirl from Detective Comics and John Constantine from Vertigo Hellblazer are holding the giant anime sword, Xanthe goes on an internal monologue about how change is natural and people's fears make them resistant towards it. Xanthe says that to embrace magic, "you need to look at everything you think you know about the way the world should be...and imagine something new."

It's a nice sentiment that isn't reinforced by anything else in the story, but it does make me think. What is "new" about Xanthe Zhou to someone like me who seeks out representation like this? I've seen queer characters with the shaved hairstyle, I've seen queer coded Asian girlies with the bomber jacket, heck I've even seen the giant anime sword. I kinda cringe at seeing "giant spiritual sword" at this point even. But you know what I don't see as often? In real life I've seen the bravest Asian queer people reclaim cultural hairstyles, clothing, practices and beliefs (that originally excluded them). I've seen them join communities and create entire subcultures and lingo in a way that would be unrecognizable to the typical queer readers who enjoy Hellblazer-but I certainly don't see it reflected in fiction a lot.

(Is it really new if I've seen it in a Disney movie)

The premise of a Chinese American non-binary half-dead-half-living Envoy for the dead is something so metaphysical in its intersectionality, world building, stakes and themes that it would require Sandman-levels of out-the-box creativity to pull off. Which is why getting a generic action adventure (+ one scene about transphobic dinner with the family) feels so disappointing. I wish Spirit World took its own words to heart; I wish it took everything we're used to, everything we've known about how the world is and dare to imagine something actually new.

[underratedmcyts]

*timidly offers you Skizzleman*

I know people probably know a lot about Skizz because of the Life Series, but compared to other people from the Traffic series, he's really underappreciated for what he does outside the series!

Skizz is hilarious, straddling the line between PG and adult humor a bunch without ever coming off as crass. He's genuinely a nice guy who wants to make sure everyone is having a good time no matter what is going on. He also knows ImpulseSV the best, having known him irl since they were both in high school so he knows all the best ways to push Impulse's buttons without making him dislikable.

Outside of the Life Series, he has a solo series (though he hasn't played solo Minecraft in a hot minute ;n;), and he has done a bunch of collabs with other people, the most recent being that he and TangoTek were invited to build things in Jimmy's (SolidarityGaming's) private Christmas themed world!

THIS IS TRUE! Skizzleman appreciation forever!! Especially considering how little traction he gets outside of his collabs with the popular MCYTs, you should most definitely check out his Solo Skizz series - you'll find that he's just as silly and charming as he is in Secret Life, if not more! His episodes are humerous and entertaining, and you don't get bored for a second even without the crazy editing, just through his pure charisma!

[turnersverse]

with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room.

a/n: this is my first fic and i have no idea what i'm doing so please bear with! please feel free to leave any feedback bc the last time i wrote was over a year ago sooooo ...

you discover alex's true feelings for you after finding his notebook he is always writing in but never shows anyone

friends to lovers, alex and reader have been friends for about 10 years !

you'd been in the studio all day with the band, even though you weren't apart of it you would often help with some of the guitar parts, seeing as you played it yourself. the monkeys already had about 4 songs for their new record, and you had a feeling this album could boost them to worldwide fame.

you were sat next to jamie, who was plucking at random strings on his guitar, his face scrunched up in concentration as he worked out in his brain the arrangement of notes. matt and nick were stood behind alex, who was hunched over his notebook that he wrote anything to do with the monkey's music in.

"al, mate, we need the lyrics. i don't know what i'm doing over here." jamie said, still looking at his guitar.

"just write a riff or something, i dunno." alex mumbled, before adding. "and can you two stop breathing down my neck? all i'm going to be able to write is how nick o'malley's annoyingly hot breath was gliding over the back of my head."

matt and nick just laughed as alex glared at them, nick starting to purposefully blow air at alex.

"right, stop it now." alex frowned, standing up from his seat. "i'm going for a smoke." and with that he left the room.

"he's got loads of songs in that stupid little book, he just doesn't want us to see them. i have a theory that he's just gonna start a solo project." matt said, sitting down on the sofa next to you. nick still hovered by alex's previous seat, looking between the notebook and the other three.

"no, nick, you can't." you said, knowing what nick was planning on doing.

matt caught on quickly, "i mean, it wouldn't hurt. al's not gonna know..."

"yeah but if he doesn't want us to see them, he'll have a good reason for it." you argued. jamie sighed and stood up, walking to the door.

"i'll go speak to him." the guitarist said before leaving the room.

you sat back, more comfortably, on the sofa. "why don't one of you write something? 'r u mine' is fairly based on the drums."

matt just scoffed, "yeah, i'll write summat, and then alex will come up with some lyrics that won't fit it at all." this had happened just the other day with jamie, who had written 'the best riff of his life' (as he'd called it) before alex showed the rest of the band the lyrics to a song he'd called 'mad sounds', which was much slower than what jamie had come up with.

"lets just have a peak.." nick said, inching closer to the notebook.

"nick, no." you said firmly.

"nick, yes!" matt said, a stupid grin on his face. the drummer looked at his mate, and a look was exchanged between the two. before you could even register their plan, matt had pinned your arms behind your back as nick grabbed the notebook.

you gasped in shock, looking between the two lads. matt was laughing whilst nick flicked through the book, until he stopped. you watched as his eyes scanned the page, before he spoke up. "hey, this is really good."

"let us see then." matt said, and nick handed the notebook to matt. you glanced over, although you knew your best mate would be fuming if he found out, the anticipation had got to you. scribbled at the top of the page were the words 'stop the world i wanna get off with you'. you read through the lyrics, finding that the song was obviously some sort of love song.

"that is really good." you said quietly, a few lyrics sticking out to you. a few phrases you'd heard before. matt hummed, and started tapping the floor with his foot. he flicked to the next page, where alex had written the guitar part.

"oh yeah." matt nodded, "this is similar to the tune we did the other day. 'why'd you only call me when you're high?'"

nick nodded, "yeah i noticed that. dunno who the lyrics are about but its pretty good." as he mentioned the lyrics, matt glanced at him, a certain look in his eyes.

you caught that, confusion written on your face. alex was your best mate, if something was going on, he'd tell you. but you felt like you were missing something here.

just as nick was about to say something, alex and jamie walked back into the room. you, matt and nick all looked between each other and alex, your eyes saying 'uh oh'. alex glanced at matts lap and saw the book.

"what the fuck?" he stormed over to matt and snatched his precious notebook up.

"alex, its good!" matt said, raising his arms up in defence.

"i dont want to do that one." he said angrily.

"why not?" you added in, looking at alex.

alex sighed, looking at you before sitting in the seat he had been in before. "lets just do something else."

"no, lets do this." nick said, his hands now on his hips.

"i wanna see." jamie said, walking to alex and picking up the notebook. alex didnt stop him, he just sat watching jamie's reaction.

after a few moments, jamie looked up with a smile, "this is really good."

"thanks." alex mumbled.

"we could do it. we could do a bit of.." matt stood up and went to his drums, picking up his drumsticks and drumming a bit of a beat. "we could do a bit of that."

alex nodded in approval, "yeah. i wrote the guitar as well. its on the next page."

matt smiled, now knowing that alex had given in as jamie flicked to the next page and looked at the guitar part. "yeahhhhh." he said, nodding his head. he put the notebook down and picked up his guitar, strumming the parts he remembered. everyone in the room collectively nodded, as nick picked up his bass and started playing stuff that would go along with the main guitar.

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the band finished up in the studio 3 hours later, with a demo recorded for the album. alex had offered for you to go round his for tea, and you had gladly accepted. this was something the two of you did often; you would get together and order some sort of takeaway and spend most of the night talking. this had been a sort of tradition ever since alex bought his first house, and you and him spent the first night in there talking until the sun rose.

alex put out his cigarette before unlocking his car as you finished locking up the building. you got into the passenger side, flicking the radio on when alex started the car.

'starman' by david bowie was playing, a song you had always been fond of. you hummed along the the melodies as alex sat in a comfortable silence.

"i was thinking of covering summat for the album." alex spoke up, his accent prominent in his words.

"yeah?" you glance over at him, knowing he probably had an idea of what he wanted to cover by the tone of his voice.

"i was thinking that poem, the one you really like."

"what, 'i wanna be yours'?"

alex nodded. "yeah. thought it would be nice."

you nodded, a small smile on your face. "if you could pull it off. whats all this about though, with the new song and that? a new lover maybe?" you said, wiggling your eyebrows at alex.

"what? no!" he said, looking at you and then back at the road. "stop wiggling your eyebrows at me, you knob."

you just laugh in response, shaking your head as you turned your attention to the road. after a few moments, alex spoke up again.

"did you like the song though? i thought the lyrics were a bit.. i dunno.. cheesy."

"i think it's really good, al. it's similar to the stuff you wrote for 'suck it and see', in a way." you commented, holding back the other thoughts you had.

"yeah, i havent been feeling very.. romantic, lets say, since me and alexa broke up." alex said quietly, knowing that for the past 10 years, there probably hadn't been a single day he hadn't felt that way.

the two settled into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey back to alex's house. when they arrived, alex unlocked the door and you went straight to his living room, grabbing 'your' blanket from the back of the settee before settling in the corner of his l-shaped sofa, where you always sat. alex came back into the room with two cans: a can of carling and a pre-mix malibu and pineapple. he passed the latter to you, a quiet 'thank you' leaving your lips.

"chinese or pizza?" alex said, holding up the menus he had also collected from the kitchen.

you hummed, thinking for a moment. "pizza. usual order?"

alex nodded, reaching for his phone to order the food. you got comfy in your seat, pulling the blanket over your legs. you took the tv remote off the coffee table and flicked through the channels, not really reading what was on as something else plagued your mind.

"alright, cheers mate." alex said as he ended the call. "pizza will be here in 45 minutes."

you nodded, your eyes still focused on the tv screen. alex came and sat down next to you, pulling some of the blanket on to his lap and watching you try to find something to watch.

"that sounds good." he said to a true crime series you had stopped your scrolling to read the description of. you clicked on it and placed the remote back down on the coffee table, now concentrating on the series.

alex watched you for a few moments before watching the tv as well. he felt as if something was off with you. usually you would rest your head on his shoulder. he also felt like you'd been a lot quieter today, which you never are.

"are you okay?" he spoke up, watching you turn to look at him.

"uh, yeah." you said quickly, turning your attention back to the screen.

sighing, alex reached for the remote and paused the series. "no you're not. whats up?"

you pull your legs up to your chest, avoiding eye contact. "nothing, its just.." you trail off.

"just..?" alex said, waiting for you to continue.

you sigh, just deciding to spit it out. "the new song.. the lyrics."

alex felt his heart drop, knowing that you knew. "yeah?"

"'with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room'. you said that to me. at the 'suck it and see' release party." you say, quietly.

"y/n.." alex said, praying silently for you to look at him. "i'm sorry."

you look up at him, confusion written all over your face. "why are you sorry?"

"i dunno, i'm sorry for letting my silly old heart feel like this. i understand if you don't feel the same. but every word in that song is true. the meaning of it all.. and i've always felt this way. thats not the only one as well. so many songs have been inspired by you, and how i feel for you. i'm so, so sorry if you don't reciprocate these feelings, but i can't hide them anymore." alex said, and you could see it all in his eyes. the desperation for you to feel the same, the fear of rejection, the look of love.

you didn't know what to do. you knew you felt the same, and it scared you. it scared you that you'd always loved alex, but could never bring yourself to do anything about it. you never dreamed he would feel the same until today.

"please say something." alex said quietly, watching you.

"i feel the same way." was all you could say at first. you watched as the look in alex's eyes completely changed, how it softened.

"it scares me alex, because i dont want to lose you. i can't lose you. you're my best friend, but i've always felt more. i've always longed to be the one you write songs about. the one you kiss goodnight and wake up beside every morning. but i'm so, so scared. i'm scared i'll ruin it all and i'll lose you. i'm scared of love." you say quietly. the next thing you knew, alexs arms were around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

you clutched onto him, relishing in the feeling of being in his arms. "don't feel like that. don't be scared. you'll never lose me." alex said softly.

you look up at him, watching as his gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath stolen away as he closed the gap between you and met your lips with his. and in that moment, you knew that had been where you were wrong. as your lips fit alex's perfectly like a puzzle. you knew you were made for each other, soulmates both platonically and romantically.

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another little a/n: i didn't really know where i was going with this, and i'm sorry if the endings shit😪

p.s if you noticed the miles reference ily

[alexandraisyes]

What would happen if you were a writer for TSAMS?

I mean we'll never know unless we try, however-

God the temptation to make jokes about shipping ajfsdkg;ljfasd;l

In all seriousness I'm good at finding and fixing plot holes and writing consistent storylines. I've been writing solo for years, and recently I've been co-writing fics for this fandom. And stars I'll say it now, obviously I wouldn't drag fan ships into the canon lore, that would be stupid considering most of them just wouldn't work with canon.

If I had the chance to write for TSAMS I would definitely try to influence the way certain things (specifically things like mental disorders) are portrayed, because I understand being part of the audience and the frustration of only seeing part of the story and missing an entire important perspective. I personally find so much enjoyment in that because I get to tear everything apart, dissect it, and put it back together so the fandom can understand what the story is portraying, but the fact that someone is required to tear it apart to get what should have been an obvious message most of the time is an issue, in my opinion.

A consistent problem I've noticed with TSAMS is that it's overly omnipotent on some things while being too closed about others. This is a narrative problem that stems from not having enough time to figure out the best approach for new situations they want to incorporate. This is because the writers/VAs are so bogged down by personal projects, stream schedules, their servers, life, etc that they just don't have time to figure these things out. Especially when the company is pushing for more content/lore episodes and they're just a team of four. Four very very busy individuals that have to write AND voice act the entire cast of characters. I feel like having someone who is just a writer would help with a lot of the inconsistency and unresolved plot holes.

There's a lot of strong potential for things that would stem back as far as two years that would be so interesting to see incorporated, but they just don't have the time to work through those and it's easier to keep jumping on new boats and abandoning the ones they have to sink because of unresolved tears in the plot letting more inconsistencies trickle in like so much water. So I would absolutely work to correct those and clean up the holes and resolve unanswered questions.

I'd also push for more consistent characterization, or rather better worded, deeper characterization. Not that they don't have good characterization now, overall I think they do a decent job, but there are just some things that I wish they'd touch on more. Likes, dislikes, disorders, complications, relationships, etc. What really makes up these characters; I'd probably end up with a complicated character web for the main cast at the very least to help with consistent storytelling. I do this with my own AUs to keep characters consistent, including quirks (For example Solar Flare always refers to people by their full name in my writing). It would also be interesting to dig deeper into what makes the characters them. Their personalities, beliefs, interests, morality/standards (for those without morals), and what they did and didn't find traumatic (as well as what level of trauma).

God even just the thought of how I could potentially fix the dumpster fire (/affectionate /positive) of TSAMS and co is a little exciting because there's just so much potential lying around untampered with that I would happily dig my grubby little claws into.

[ghoulette-knell]

Humiliation

Sodo x Fem!Reader

You piss Sodo off, and he has the perfect punishment lined up for you.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Public Humiliation; Collaring; Dry Humping; Rough!Dom Sodo; Hate Fucking (if you squint).

Word Count: 8,981

As the newest Ghoulette in the ministry, as well as the newest air-ghoul to join the ministry's social program, 'Ghost,' you faced a lot of setbacks. Such setbacks included having a difficult time making friends. All of the Ghouls already had their little groups (Sodo, Phantom, and Swiss. Or Aurora, Cumulus, and Cirrus), and you just didn't fit anywhere.

You would do anything to fit in, even taking stupid advice from a certain playful Ghoul.

A certain playful Ghoul who went by the name of Phantom.

"Dude, you know what would make everyone laugh?" the guitarist asked while plopping down on the couch beside of you, directly before a ritual with thousands of starstruck fans, "Untune Sodo's guitar right before his 'Respite on the Spitalfields' solo. Everyone loves a good prank."

Your face paled underneath your mask and balaclava, your head shaking side-by-side in clear dislike, "Heck no, Phantom! That sounds like a terrible idea! Pranking someone like Rain is one thing, but Sodo? You know he has a temper!"

"Hey, I'm just trying to help you," Phantom commented with a little shrug, his spade-tipped tail flicking in a nonchalant manner, "If you're ever wondering why no one in the ministry even blinks in your direction, it's because you don't know how to have fun."

You should've not let the Ghoul's words bother you, but you simply couldn't help it. The lack of attention that you were getting from your fellow Satanists was beginning to take a toll on you.

You wanted friends.

Badly.

"Seriously? Did you have to do something this stupid to get accepted into the pack?" you mumbled, a little vulnerability beginning to bleed through despite yourself.

Phantom shrugged, his fangs curved into an amused smirk, "I'm not telling you that you have to do it... but yes. I hid Papa's robes right before one of his sermons. Copia was forced to wear his Cardinal robes again... and he punished me severely... but hey, I have friends now.

"Aurora ended up rearranging Swiss' room due to the guidance of Cirrus. We all have to do something risky that'll get a kick out of the others if we wish to be welcomed into this little family."

You had a bad feeling about this. You were not a troublemaker and definitely weren't a prankster. You were a bit shy and timid, especially around Sodo.

He was the pack leader... the only man the fire-ghoul listened to was Copia...

This seemed too risky... but the wish to be accepted was a little stronger than your fears. Sodo was a grown Ghoul, he would get over it eventually, even if it did mean guaranteed punishments.

"Are you positive it'll get the others to like me?" you asked in a meek manner.

The quintessential-ghoul chuckled and wagged his tail enthusiastically, "Trust me, (Y/N), it'll work. I already like you more that you're considering it. Come on. Everyone has to do it."

That decided it. Those simple words leaving Phantom's lips.

'I already like you more that you're considering it.'

Shit.

"Fuck. Okay, I'll do it," you murmured lowly, your head lulling backwards as you fought an intense wave of anxiety, "However, if I get caught, I'm throwing you under the bus."

Phantom t'skd and shook his head, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, kid. Just don't forget to do it."

That night came very, very quickly. Perhaps it was because of how nervous you were. Songs seemingly blasted by, until it was time for that dreaded song. Sodo was hyped, per usual, but little did he know that the newest air-ghoul in his pack would ruin everything.

Sodo's solo was an absolute disaster. He played the notes perfectly, of course, but instead of being tuned to the D minor, it was in E major... it sounded outright disgusting.

Sodo's reddened eyes locked on you, and you knew you were done for. How the hell did the fire-ghoul know it was you who tampered with the tuning? How did he know?

You’d pissed the Ghoul off on so many levels, and now you were gonna pay.

The rest of the show went smoothly after one of the stagehands corrected the bad tuning, but that certainly didn't mean you were out from underneath the fire. You were screwed no matter what.

“Why the fuck did you have to publicly humiliate me, whelp!?” Sodo screamed at you while stomping into the Ghouls’ common room after the ritual had ended, “In front of the entirety of our fans! What the fuck is wrong with your head! Do you even think about things, or are you simply that desperate for attention?"

Fear coursed through your veins at the fire-ghoul’s words. It had been a dare… that’s all it was. A promise that you would find acceptance amongst the hard-to-please group.

“Sodo, I’m sorry. It was a dare… just a little prank,” you murmured timidly while keeping your head low, “Phantom told me everyone would accept me if I could prove I had guts. Make them laugh over something stupid like this.”

That seemed to make Sodo even angrier. “Your excuse is that you humiliated me because of a dare!?” He yelled, getting in your face as the air began feeling hotter.

“This is my reputation we’re talking about, (Y/N)! The entire ritual was ruined because of your stupidity!” His tail wrapped around your ankle, tugging you closer.

You stumbled forward as Sodo’s tail, which was as thick as a jungle vine, yanked at your limb. A little gasp left your lips as you wobbled and caught yourself before plummeting to the floor.

“I-I’m sorry, Sodo,” you stammered, actually beginning to grow terrified at Sodo’s reaction, “Phantom told me-“

Sodo interrupted you before you could come up with another excuse.

“Stop giving me excuses, you fool!” Sodo snarled, pinning you against the wall, “And don’t think pinning the blame on Phantom is going to get you out this. I know he probably put you up to it, but you’re the one who did it.”

His arms caged you into place, his body practically pressing against yours. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”

You trembled in between Sodo and this wall; your eyes wide with fear, unseen due to your helmet. You felt so small. So stupid. So naïve to think Phantom would actually want to help you.

“I-I’m sorry, Sodo,” you meekly whispered, your words barely audible.

Sodo could practically feel your body quivering against his own, and he almost felt a sense of satisfaction at your submissive state.

With his helmet on, he couldn’t even see your face, but if he had been able to… he would’ve seen the fear in your eyes so clearly. The fire-ghoul could smell it on you, and was it ever intoxicating...

“Sorry doesn’t even begin to cut it, whelp,” Sodo hissed, pushing himself against you more, “I think you’d look good in a leash and chain right now.”

What the fuck kinda punishment was that? What weird shit was Sodo into? Collars and leashes?

Huh. It could be worse, you supposed.

“A leash and chain?” you asked slowly, staring up into Sodo’s face, “You can’t be serious? I’m a Ghoul! That’s beyond…”

You were going to say ‘that’s beyond humiliating,’ but that wouldn’t be the right wording to appeal to Sodo. You had humiliated him… this was his payback.

Sodo chuckled at your response, pushing his weight harder against you and causing you to gasp.

“Oh yes, I am very serious,” Sodo murmured into your ear, “It’d only be fitting considering what you did to my guitar.”

The guitarist chuckled darkly before pulling away from you, giving the both of you some space. “Come on, kit.”

Your spade-tipped tail dipped in between your legs.

You were about to open your mouth to make some more weak excuses to try and weasel yourself out of this demeaning punishment, but that was when the rest of the Ghouls decided to take a convenient trip into the common room... led by Phantom.

The rhythmic guitarist simply smirked as he saw you and Sodo; the fire-ghoul looking legitimately angry, "Heh, good luck, (Y/N)! This is what you get for being an asshole to Sodo!"

"You act like you didn't tell me to do it!" you hissed, your eyes lighting up in hatred as Sodo wrapped a hand around your arm, pulling you back.

"Stand down," the guitarist hissed in your ear, causing Phantom and his accompaniment to chuckle in satisfaction, "You're already in deep enough shit. Keep your mouth shut."

Phantom just smirked, knowing what was going on, before sitting down on the couch. They would all get to witness this once Sodo was done. Every single Ghoul would see... your reputation successfully tarnished.

You followed Sodo, burning with anger. How could Phantom do this to you?

The fire-ghoul basked in your angered silence. Your reaction caused his tail to subtly sway as he paced down the halls, still holding onto your arm hard enough to leave little indentations.

You couldn't focus on anything, which caused a dissociation to lightly haze over your brain. You didn't snap out of it until Sodo stopped in front of a door.

It was his dorm.

Sodo led you into his bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, he started rummaging in his closet.

“Come here.”

The lead guitarist held out a hand for you, his voice suddenly lower and more commanding, “Don’t even think about arguing with me right now, kit. I know you’re pissed at Phantom, but you got yourself into this mess… with me. And I am going to correct it.”

You sighed and took Sodo’s hand, your own hand shaking in fear. This fucking sucked, “I’m gonna beat the shit outta Phantom for this,” you murmured while stepping towards Sodo.

Sodo chuckled lowly, “You’ll have to get in line, first. No one humiliates me in front of thousands of fans and gets away with it. You made me look like a moron!"

His gaze trailed up your body, “And you shouldn’t have done it either. What’d you think would come out of it, whelp? What would you have possibly gained by messing up the most anticipated solo of our fanbase?"

“Phantom promised me friendship amongst the pack. He said I’d get accepted and I’d be able to start making connections in the band. I know you don’t care about my sob story, but acceptance is all I care about,” you murmured, slowly pulling your Ghoul helmet off your face as Sodo motioned for you to do so.

Sodo hummed, taking your mask from your hands and setting it aside. He began slowly looking over your revealed face.

“You’re pretty desperate, aren’t you?” He sneered, his fingers gently tracing over your features, “Acceptance... Pathetic.”

You pulled your balaclava down and stared up at Sodo in annoyance, “It was promised to me! I know it was stupid, but I just want to be friends with everyone! Trust me, I won’t be making that mistake again… I won't trust any of you enough for that bullshit!"

Sodo chuckled, his fingers trailing down to the base of your neck. His hands remained gentle as he continued studying your face.

“Acceptance does sound nice, doesn’t it? Too bad that’s not how the pack works, whelp.”

His fingers tugged at the top of your collared shirt, as if silently telling you to take it off.

Your eye twitched as a wave of anxiety hit your stomach. On top of collaring you, he wants you to take your shirt off? Great…

You huffed and slowly pulled your uniform off your body, your bra as dark as the night in comparison to your fair skin.

Sodo chuckled again, his eyes trailing slowly down your now exposed torso. He couldn’t help but appreciate the view. You’re a very beautiful Ghoulette...

“Oh there’s a good girl,” he hummed, gently guiding you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed. “Sit down, (Y/N), and don’t move.”

You mumbled incoherently while plopping down on the bed; your face flushing as Sodo took you in like a horse drinking water. It was embarrassing. You didn’t like being looked at like this.

Sodo chuckled at your embarrassment. That look was just too cute. He took in the sight of your pretty blushing face before making his way over to the closet, where he pulled out a small bag.

He sat down next to you on the bed, opening the bag to pull out a collar. It was thin, with a nice silver buckle; black as night. There was also a matching leash.

“You’re not seriously going to put that on me right?” you grumbled while staring at the collar, leash… and a wired muzzle??? That was too much…

Sodo’s eyes narrowed, “Are you seriously questioning me?” he shot back. “Yes, I am going to strap every single one of these pieces onto you.”

He leaned a bit closer to you, his voice lowing into a dark growl, “And if you try to complain, I’ll add more to the pile. Understand, whelp?”

An unknown sensation wracked your stomach. You felt… a bit sick. Regretful… big time regretful.

Why did you have to listen to Phantom?

Now you were gonna get walked around like a fuckin’ mutt... in front of everyone in the ministry.

“Understood,” you grumbled, your eyes dark as you stared up at Sodo.

A grin stretched across Sodo’s face. “Good girl,” he hummed, reaching for the collar and sliding the leather around your neck.

He made sure the fit was just perfect and not loose at all. He’d definitely be yanking you around a lot, and he wanted to make sure the collar didn’t slip off your throat.

You slammed your eyes shut as Sodo strapped the collar around your neck. It was a bit tight, but you could still breathe okay.

Next, he reached for the wired muzzle, taking your chin in his hand to keep you still as he began strapping it to your head.

The muzzle was uncomfortable. It dug into your skin painfully, and it was actually pretty heavy. This was somehow the worst part of it all. The leash and collar was one thing, but the muzzle was just demeaning. Your fangs… held back by wire.

Sodo chuckled darkly at your obvious discomfort. He loved seeing you like this, and he was glad his idea to force you to wear these kinds of things came to mind.

He took a few moments to admire his handiwork before standing up. He held the leash in his hand, giving it a sharp tug for you to stand up.

You grumbled and quickly got to your feet. Goosebumps flowed over your exposed torso due to the cold air in Sodo’s room.

“I know you ain’t about to take me around this ministry lookin’ like this,” you grumbled, wrapping your hand around the leash as you looked up at Sodo, “That’s dehumanizing.”

You weren’t a human, but ‘deghoulizing’ isn’t a word…

Sodo rolled his eyes, “I’m fully aware of that, whelp,” he replied. “That’s the point. You humiliated me in front of a sold-out stadium of our fans. I’m humiliating you in front of the rest of the pack. It’s payback.”

He gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing you to stumble forward and right into him; a growl leaving your throat.

“Now come on. Let’s go for a little walk.”

Your fangs poked out from your lips. The urge to punch Sodo in the throat was so strong. The urge to punch Phantom in the throat was even stronger.

You walked behind Sodo, the humiliation burning you up like a thousand suns as the two of you approached the Ghoul common room. You could hear their voices inside.

When Sodo walked into the common room again, holding your leash, all the Ghouls looked up at the pair of you. It was quite the sight.

All of them looked slightly amused at your current state, but they also looked a little taken aback. None of them spoke up, but Phantom’s eyes were practically glowing.

“Well, Sodo,” he spoke up, his voice almost cheerful. “I see you have (Y/N) on a leash, hm? Perfect punishment for what she’s done.”

“It’s fuckin’ your fault!” you screamed angrily while stepping forward and staring at Phantom, “If you would’ve have lied to me, this wouldn’t be happening! You’re cruel! Absolutely cruel!”

Phantom couldn’t help but smirk, clearly amused by your outburst. The other Ghouls chuckled lightly at your response.

Sodo, on the other hand, didn’t look happy with your retort. He tugged on the leash, forcing you to stumble back and fall against his chest.

“If you keep speaking out, I’ll add a ball gag to this list,” he warned. “You’re already wearing a muzzle, don’t push it.”

Your face contorted with dislike at Sodo’s threat. You nodded slowly and dipped your head, feeling a bit nauseous. You fucking hated the two guitarists. After all of this was over, you'd definitely be reporting them to Papa Copia, or even Sister Imperator. Who knows if they'd even care, though.

“Sorry, Phantom,” you grumbled lowly, obviously trying to hold back an angry outburst.

Phantom chuckled and gave you a dark smirk, clearly enjoying your punishment. This was all too sweet.

Sodo tugged at the leash again, “Apologize to me, too. Don’t forget who’s holding your leash right now.”

You gasped as Sodo pulled at your collar, your eye twitching.

“I’m sorry, Sodo,” you continued through clenched teeth, your arms wrapping around your bare chest in clear dislike of everything happening.

Sodo chuckled and gave you a condescending pat on the head for the apology.

“Good girl,” he hummed, keeping you close to his side as he sat back down in his seat. “I think we’ll spend a good chunk of time here, so make yourself comfortable.”

He gave a light tug on the leash, forcing you to sit down on the floor.

You stumbled to your knees, wincing as they came into contact with the hardwood floor below. Sodo was standing directly in front of you; your eyes glued to his boots as you stayed silent.

With you on the floor now, Sodo took the opportunity to give the leash a few light tugs, silently commanding you to move forward a bit more.

The other Ghouls took note of this, watching with slight interest. Phantom looked the most intrigued by your current state; his tail lashing around in focused interest.

Sodo continued to tug you forward until you were situated right in between his legs. He let out a low hum as he patted his thigh, indicating he wanted you to lean against him.

“Sodo, come on. This has gone too far,” you grumbled, your face directly in between his legs, “I’ve learned my lesson. Nothing like what happened at the ritual will ever happen again. Please just take the leash off… this is so embarrassing."

Sodo chuckled, his fingers gently weaving into your hair as he began playing with it.

“Oh, I know this is an embarrassing position, whelp,” the guitarist said, “But the lesson needs to sink into your pretty skull. I need to make sure you’ll remember not to do anything stupid ever again.”

The fire-ghoul gave the leash a harder tug this time, “Now sit up against my leg.”

You wheezed, the tight collar tugging at your throat. With no other option in sight, you groaned and leaned your head onto Sodo’s thigh, your eyes locked on his face. They were burning with clear dislike at this situation.

You wanted to punch that smug look right of the lead guitarist's face.

Sodo chuckled at your look of clear anger and distaste. Your face was so cute when you were mad, and Sodo couldn’t help but taunt you.

Suddenly, his boot gently knocked against your side. He clearly wanted you to stretch out more, to lie your torso against his leg more.

You gasped and quickly adjusted your positioning to the way Sodo wanted it. Your breathing was uneven as you heard the Ghoulettes giggle; your eye twitching once again.

Sodo chuckled as he saw you obeying so easily. The Ghouls had begun watching you intently, clearly enjoying your current state. A lot of them were giggling, seeing you look so meek and pathetic.

As for Sodo, he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you practically held against him. He was definitely taking advantage of this situation.

"Stop fuckin' egging them on," you hissed as Sodo's hand lightly caressed your chest, his slim finger flicking against your hardened left nipple through your bra in a teasing gesture.

Sodo chuckled once more, a wicked gleam in his eye. He gently tightened his grip on your shoulder when he heard your little comment.

“Keep that mouth shut, or I really will silence you.”

He ran his fingers through your hair. All of the other Ghouls snickered and chuckled at the little exchange, enjoying the show that was unfolding before them.

You grumbled, your eyes lazily staring up at Sodo.

It felt like hours had passed, when in reality, you'd only been leaning against the guitarist for a little over 30 minutes. The rest of the Ghouls eventually got bored of this spectacle and started playing video games, or even left to their dens to sleep for the night.

You were drifting to sleep at this point; your legs completely numb from being in this position for so long.

Considering circumstances, Sodo's thigh wasn't a half-bad pillow.

Sodo had finally taken notice of your heavy eyes and dazed look, and it only took a few moments for him to realize that you were getting tired.

The Ghoul hummed, gently running his fingers over your shoulder once more.

“You look tired,” he said, quietly so the other Ghouls wouldn’t hear.

“Mhm,” you hummed lightly, slowly opening your eyes, which were glazed over with sleepiness, “A bit…”

Sodo chuckled. You looked absolutely adorable when you were tired like this. He gently patted the top of your head, like how he would pet an animal.

“I think I’ve made my point by now,” he mumbled so only you could hear. “I’m gonna take you back to my den. Get you all cleaned up. Can you get up?”

“Honestly… I can’t feel my legs,” you softly replied while carefully shifting, falling onto your ass off your knees. You grabbed onto Sodo’s thighs and slowly pushed yourself to your feet. Pins and needles. Fuckin’ ow!

“Yeah, I can walk,” you mumbled, shaking your legs slightly to try and stimulate blood flow and get rid of that overwhelming sensation of blood loss.

Sodo chuckled and grabbed your arm to hold you up, seeing you immediately stumble. He knew you weren’t quite ready to walk just yet.

“No you can’t,” the fire-ghoul teased as he kept a firm grip on your arm, “Your legs are just a little numb from sitting like that for so long. You’ll need to lean on me, (Y/N).”

“No thanks,” you mumbled while staring at his hand that was holding onto your arm, “I’d rather not after the night you just put me through. My reputation in this band is soiled, Sodo. The last thing I need is your help.”

Sodo huffed, his grip on your arm tightening a bit. “You don’t exactly have a choice either way,” he shot back, “You’re not going to be able to make it all the way back to my room without my assistance-- or anywhere at that. You can either lean on me, or I can make you crawl again. Your choice, darlin'.”

You grumbled and hesitantly fell into his side, allowing him to lead you as you leaned onto him, “Anything to avoid crawling like a damn dog.”

Sodo chuckled at your grumble as he started walking, easily guiding you down the corridor towards his room. He made sure to keep a firm hold on you, not that the Ghoul really needed to.

It took little time to get back to his room and he quickly closed the door behind the two of you. Sodo gently pushed you over to the bed, giving you a silent indicator to sit down.

You sat down and flopped backwards onto the bed. After doing a whole hour-and-a-half ritual, then staying up until 3am for your punishment… you were quite exhausted.

“Please tell me this bullshit is over with, Sodo. I just want to sleep,” you yawned loudly.

Sodo hummed, slowly approaching you as you laid back on the bed. He sat down next to you, his eyes tracing over your body again.

“Mmm… I’m not sure if it’s over just yet,” he replied, his fingers sliding up your legs. “Maybe I’ll keep that pretty new collar on you tonight.”

You groaned and looked up at him as his fingers teased your pants, not expecting that. So… he really was turned on by your humiliation. Interesting…

Sodo denied it earlier while he was collaring me to begin with... so this was some kind of dirty little secret of his.

“Really?” you asked in legitimate surprise.

Sodo chuckled as his hands continued to gently slide up and down your legs. “Oh, sweetheart,” he hummed, “The entire pack saw you. You in a collar, on your knees, right in between my legs… of course I enjoyed it. You looked gorgeous like that.”

You huffed, your face flushing. You didn’t want to enjoy that comment, but you couldn’t help it. The sight of you tonight was driving Sodo crazy, yet he hid it so well…

“Is that how you treat everyone you want to fuck?” you asked slowly, grabbing the muzzle and slipping it off your face. There were red lines highlighting where the muzzle was digging into your face for quite a long period of time.

Sodo chuckled, his hands gently sliding up higher to rest on your hips. He began slowly pulling your body closer to him, causing you to slide up against his own.

“Everyone I want to own,” the lead guitarist corrected, “And I definitely own you tonight, princess. No arguments.”

You huffed through your nose. This didn’t feel like a punishment anymore, yet you still had your sassy and annoyed demeanour due to what the guitarist had put you through tonight.

However, as Sodo’s body slid up against yours as he pulled you closer, you couldn’t stifle the gasp.

“No arguments here,” you mumbled softly, almost timidly.

Sodo’s chuckle grew deeper as he continued to pull your body against his, making sure his own was pressed tightly to yours. He could feel the heat of your body through your clothes, as well as from your exposed breasts, which were hardening against your bra once against from the contact.

It made something in Sodo's chest stir.

The Ghoul leaned a little closer, his lips gently brushing against your ear. “Are you too tired to keep going, princess? Are you going to chicken out on me, right before I get exactly what I want?"

“Nah,” you shivered, your eyes locking on Sodo’s face, “Not too tired for one round. I doubt I’d be able to go on for as long as you want, though. I am a bit sleepy.”

Sodo chuckled and gently nipped your earlobe. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quick then, hm?”

He leaned back a bit to look at you. “Arms up,” he instructed, already slipping his fingers under the bottom of your bra.

You slowly raised your arms to the sky, Sodo easily slipping your bra over your arms and tossing it somewhere in his room. You grabbed onto his shoulders lightly as you straddled his lap; a tired, yet intrigued look in your eyes.

Sodo hummed as you straddled his lap, his hands reaching out to lightly grip your bare hips. The fire-ghoul could feel the heat from your body on his legs, and it began to send a wave of slight excitement through him.

The guitarist leaned forward to place a trail of kisses up your neck, occasionally stopping to suck on your skin and leave a mark behind.

You gasped slowly, your eyes fluttering shut as Sodo left little love marks on your pale skin. Despite how much you wanted to hurt Sodo tonight, this made it worth it… almost...

“I’m still mad at you,” you mumbled, digging your claws into Sodo’s shoulders as you began to slightly swivel your hips.

Sodo chuckled against your neck as he continued to leave marks on your pale skin. He had no doubt that by tomorrow, you were going to be covered in them. At least he had you as his own for the time being.

The guitarist gripped your hips a bit harder as you began to rock against him, a low hum of approval escaping his throat.

“I know you’re still mad, princess,” Sodo responded, “You’ll get over it by morning.”

“Fuck that,” you grumbled while wrapping your arms around Sodo’s torso, pushing his face into your breasts, “You’re gonna have to do a lot to make me get over what happened. I’m so pissed, Sodo.”

Sodo chuckled against your chest as he nuzzled into your flesh. He gently nipped and bit at your skin, his hands beginning to guide your hips against his own. Feeling your warmth on him was already clouding his mind to some degree.

“Maybe I’ll have to buy your forgiveness, hmph?” he teased, “Get you something shiny.”

You laughed a little bit, your hands wrapping around your belt and quickly discarding it; laying it on the mattress beside Sodo's leg, “I like that idea. How about you buy yourself a shiny new collar and I can walk you around like a dog when you piss me off.”

Sodo’s breath shuddered as he felt you remove your belt, the sound of the metal clicking against his bed causing his skin to prickle. However, he wasn’t exactly pleased with your smartassed reply.

He pulled away from your chest, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense look. The guitarist suddenly shifted, forcefully flipping you onto your stomach and pinning you beneath him. The bed let out a slight creak.

“Don’t be a smartass,” the Ghoul mumbled as he began working at the button of your jeans; his arms wrapped around your hips so he could reach it. “You’re not the one in control here, princess.”

You groaned lightly, moving upwards so you were flush against Sodo’s chest as he swiftly and expertly undid your pants.

“You know I can’t help but be a smartass, Sodo. I like seeing you mad.”

This was a new side of you. Before tonight, you'd always been quiet and timid; afraid of your new Ghoul accompaniment. Sodo’s words and actions have changed you a bit.

Sodo chuckled. You being a smartass was one of the qualities he found both attractive and annoying about you. It both turned him on and gave him a headache; it just depended on what you decided to be a smartass about.

He quickly slipped your jeans off your legs, now only leaving you in your undergarments. The fire-ghoul shifted so he could sit himself in between your legs, his own pressed against yours.

“That habit of yours is going to get you into trouble someday,” Sodo muttered.

You softly grabbed Sodo’s thighs as he slotted himself between your legs; his knees pressing into the mattress below. You rubbed your thumbs on his clothed limbs, “I think tonight was enough trouble for a lifetime, Sodo.”

Sodo chuckled as he felt your hands gently rubbing his thighs. “Oh, I don’t know about that, hmph. I think there’s still more trouble I can get you into… at least once tonight.”

He gently lowered himself down on top of you, the lead guitarist's chest pressing against your back as he settled on top of you. He leaned his head down and began gently biting and sucking on your neck, as he began to roll his hips into yours.

The air was sucked back into your lungs as Sodo began to rock his hips into yours. Dry humping. Teasing you.

Asshole.

You gasped as you felt Sodo yank on that Lucifer-forsaken leash, suddenly reminding you that the collar was still around your neck.

“No teasing!” you snapped as you felt his hardening length rub against your panties, a blush on your face.

Sodo chuckled, his lips still against your neck, as he felt you gasp. “Mmm… are you trying to give me orders now, princess?” he hummed.

He gave the leash another sharp tug, causing the collar to dig into your neck. At the same time, he also grinded his hips right back into yours, pressing his clothed length right against you.

“I don’t think I’ve given you that power, hm?”

You gasped, your head pulling backwards as your back arched. You could feel Sodo’s length throbbing against his tightened jeans; the Ghoul's hands multitasking between tugging at your leash and pushing his pants down.

“I’ve already had enough punishments tonight, Sodo,” you whined while craning your head backwards so you could lock eyes with the Ghoul, “I deserve my reward!”

Sodo chuckled. He loved the way you were whining for him. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute. And the fire-ghoul wouldn’t admit that he was a sucker for those pretty eyes of yours, even before the two of you got this close.

He let go of the leash, though the guitarist made sure to keep it taut, and began working at his pants. “I suppose you do deserve a reward, princess,” he teased, “You were so well-behaved in front of the pack tonight.”

You hissed in annoyance as Sodo brought that up again. Anger festered in your stomach once again, but you kept your comments to yourself. You were this close to getting pounded and you didn’t want to ruin it by snapping at Sodo again.

“Yeah, whatever you say. I just want your dick. That’ll make it up to me,” you mumbled while side-eyeing the fire-ghoul, watching him discard his pants.

Sodo chuckled at your snarky response. You really knew how to get the better of him sometimes.

The guitarist lowered his body again, now only leaving his boxer briefs on as he settled back on top of you. “Is that right, huh?” he teased, “Just what I thought.”

You grumbled and lightly bucked your hips backwards to rub against Sodo as he settled back down, “Don’t act like you don’t want to sink inside of me, you jerk. Just do it and make both of our nights better.”

Sodo groaned as he felt you buck your hips back against him. The feeling of your skin against his still-clothed cock was beginning to become too much for him. You were right. He did just want to sink into that tight pussy of yours... make you his.

“You really are a smartass,” he muttered, “Fine. I’ll give you what you want, (Y/N), but don’t expect things to be gentle.”

At that, a small, sharp moan escaped as you felt a pair of fingers slip underneath the material of your underwear. A pair of cold Sodo’s fingers, that now gently dipped between your legs.

Your eyes squeezed shut as those slim fingers began to dip inside. Sodo was finally giving you some stimulation besides dry humping… thank Lucifer for that. You felt like you were going to die if he didn’t touch you.

“S-Sodo,” you whispered in pleasure while spreading your legs further apart, “Nnmghn… s-shit…”

Sodo continued to rub his fingers gently between your legs, a sly smile gracing his features as he watched you spreading them. He was pleased to hear you moaning for him again.

The guitarist lightly scissored apart your folds with his pointer and middle fingers; his digits immediately getting soaked.

“Are you enjoying yourself, princess?” he teased, “Is this what you want?”

“Your fingers can only do so much for me. You know what I want,” you grumbled, beginning to challenge Sodo as well as you could considering the position you were in beneath him.

Sodo chuckled. You were really testing his patience, hm? You were so incredibly desperate, but too proud to actually admit it. How cute.

The Ghoul leaned down close to your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Say it,” he lowly commanded, “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

A growl rumbled in your chest; your cheeks flushing from embarrassment. Sodo just wasn’t going to quit with this humiliation high he’s been on tonight.

“Fuck, Sodo. I don’t wanna say it,” you mumbled bashfully, a moan leaving your lips as his skilled fingers rolled over your clit, causing your eyes to bulge.

Sodo chuckled, the laugh being as smooth as silk, as he noticed your cheeks, and even ears, turning a deeper shade of red. He loved seeing your pride slowly chip away, and you slowly become more submissive for him.

“That’s not what I told you to do, (Y/N),” he reminded you while clicking his tongue in disappointment, “Come on. Be a good girl and use your words, hm?”

You sunk your fangs into Sodo’s pillow, immediately feeling feathers tickle over your tongue as you punctured it. Asshole… such an asshole!

“I want your dick, Sodo!” you shouted while grabbing at his wrist; his hand deep in my panties, “I want it now! There! I said it! Give me your dick!”

A pleased hum escaped Sodo’s throat as he finally heard the words he’d been wanting to hear. It was satisfying to hear you, especially after being such a brat all night, finally break down and ask for it.

He pulled away his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and giving them a quick lick to clean them off. The lead guitarist pulled himself off of you, moving to get off the bed.

“Stay put, (Y/N),” he commanded before heading over to the dresser. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could hear shuffling. After a few moments, he finally returned to his position on top of you.

He leaned down and nipped your ear before speaking again, “You’re going to keep your legs spread for me, right?”

You squealed as you felt those fangs graze your skin and those dirty words leave Sodo’s lips. My pride was beginning to fizzle away into nothingness; your dignity slipping away.

“Yeah, definitely,” you mewled while letting the fire-ghoul slot in between your legs again.

Sodo chuckled as he got right back to where he had been a few moments ago, his lips against your ear. “That’s a good girl,” he praised, “You’re being so well-behaved now.”

You felt a hand reach down and grab the waistline of your panties, giving them a tug. “Lift up.”

You arched your back again and adjusted the weight on your knees to allow Sodo to swiftly pull your soaking panties from your lower half. You felt cold as soon as the garments were removed… that’s how wet you were.

Sodo felt a hint of a shiver run down his spine as he realized how wet you were. The Ghoul didn’t expect you to be that turned on and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at the thought that he was the cause of that. Sodo's fingers were the cause of that. Sodo's diabolical words were the cause of that.

That fucking collar and leash were the cause of that.

He quickly shifted, moving so his knees were right between your legs. There was a sudden shift in weight as Sodo leaned over you and began reaching for something.

You heard a small click, followed by faint squirting sounds. You were able to look back to see that Sodo was holding a familiar-looking bottle of lubrication. He had a sly smile on his face as he began to pour a good amount onto his fingers; pumping his cock in his hand.

“What? Am I not wet enough or something?” you asked while watching that smug smirk on Sodo’s face, “I promise you’ll have no trouble.”

Sodo chuckled. The amount of sass you still had was astounding. “No, princess, you’re plenty wet. It’s just nice to be thorough, hm?”

The lead guitarist pumped his dick a few more times to spread the lotion, feeling your eyes on him the whole time. He then tossed the bottle off to the side, not caring where it landed.

You nodded in agreement, shifting your head back to the forward position as Sodo prepared himself. That was sweet… he was dead set on making sure you didn’t have any pain throughout any of this. You doubted you would’ve anyway, but the thought was nice.

“Yeah, it is nice to be thorough. Thanks,” you mumbled with a small nod; appreciation evident in your tone.

Sodo smiled down at you, his expression seeming almost soft for a moment. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something in his chest. Was it affection? Well, he could worry about that another time.

The fire-ghoul lowered himself a bit, his chest pressing up against your back, and he settled one arm on either side of your head, caging you in. Then, he gently placed a kiss against your cheek. “You’re welcome, princess,” he mumbled.

Sodo intertwined his fingers with your collar, forgetting the leash for a moment.

The feeling of his warm lips against your skin made your heart pound just a little harder than usual. He was acting so tender all of a sudden. Was this what it’s like to be with a fire ghoul? From absolutely unbearable to unexpectedly loving? Maybe this was just what it was like to hookup with Sodo.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it for long though as you felt Sodo press his chest into your back a bit harder.

You grunted in pleasure as you felt Sodo slowly slip inside. The stretch was immaculate… absolutely perfect. Sodo was a smaller Ghoul, unlike Mountain or Swiss, so his dick wasn’t going to hurt you too badly, but it also wasn’t going to leave you wanting more.

It was perfect in your humble opinion.

“A-Ah, yeah,” you whispered, arching your back into the Ghoul’s hips, “There you go…”

Sodo grunted and dug his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to give you a chance to adjust before he started really going. Judging by how you were pressing back into him and the sounds leaving your mouth, you were enjoying himself. He took that as a sign to continue.

He quickly began rolling his hips, slowly, into yours, his breaths leaving his mouth in gentle bursts.

As Sodo rolled his hips into yours, you put all of your weight into your arms; your elbows bent to absorb the thrusts. It was too soon for you to get forced face-first into the mattress.

You also didn't want to give the fire-ghoul that satisfaction of fucking you blind. It hadn't even been a minute since he began fucking you. Nah, that would come later.

At every thrust, your body shook. Although Sodo was small, he was strong.

You nibbled your bottom lip; your eyes squeezed shut as Sodo finally began delivering you what you wanted. Despite how much you wanted to hide your pleasure, delicious moans began slipping from your lips.

Sodo hummed as he picked up the pace. He noticed how your weight was all being held up by your arms and it was beginning to get harder for you. The guitarist wasn’t exactly keen on you tiring yourself out so soon, so he figured he needed to get some more leverage on you.

Sodo suddenly grabbed the leash as it had been mostly lying forgotten and gave it a firm jerk.

You gasped, your head getting pulled backwards. Sodo began to angle his thrusts, using that leash as leverage. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head; a guttural moan slipping from your lips.

“Y-Yes… oh… fuck!” you screamed, the words coming out in time with Sodo’s thrusts. You were certain that the other Ghouls would be able to hear your screams, as well as skin slapping against skin through the thin walls, but you couldn't give less of a fuck.

You truly felt fantastic in this moment, tangled up in Sodo's arms, getting railed into the next dimension.

This angle was absolutely perfect. Sodo was slamming right into your g-spot, making the pleasure astronomical.

Sodo groaned, a slight smirk on his face as your words echoed through the small room. Such disgusting, vulgar language for such a new Ghoulette…

But, for the time being, he’d let it slide. At least you weren’t being a smartass about it. Usually whenever you shouted swears like this, it was because you were angry… especially at Sodo.

You were shy of course, but there had been moments since you were summoned that you'd lost your shit. These words weren't completely unorthodox when leaving your lips, but within context, these ones were.

“Does it feel good, princess? Do I get a ‘thank you’ for this?” he teased between heavy, laboured breaths; his dick sliding in and out of you like a piston.

Your arms wrapped around your torso as Sodo yanked at that leash again, practically pulling you from your stomach on that mattress and onto your knees. Your breasts bounced gorgeously, causing the lead guitarist's eyes to bulge.

“You’re… such… an asshole!” you huffed, drool dribbling down your lips and dotting over your bouncing breasts, “I a-ain’t gonna… thank you!”

Sodo chuckled at that. Even in a position like this, you were still as bratty as ever. He figured he should still try, at least a little. And a little punishment might be necessary as well.

The Ghoul suddenly halted the movement of his hips; a low groan leaving his lips as he did. “You really aren’t going to thank me?” he asked, “Not even after all of this?”

An annoyed moan left your lips as you craned your neck; locking eyes with the fire-ghoul. Anger was in your face as you wiped the drool off your lips with the back of your hand, “Sodo, this is a new low, even for you.”

Sodo couldn’t help but chuckle again as he saw the annoyed look on your face. “Hey, I’m just teaching you some manners, sweetheart,” he retorted, “If you want me to continue, you’ll say please and thank you. That’s it. That's all I need to hear."

You rubbed your eyes; fighting the urge to just push Sodo onto his back and ride him until you were satisfied. The last thing you needed was another punishment from the guitarist.

Swallowing your pride, you scoffed and nodded, a hint of anger still present in your tone, “Thank you for fucking me, Sodo. Please continue.”

Sodo chuckled as he heard that annoyed tone in your voice but he was satisfied seeing you swallow your pride. He also felt a twinge in his chest at this. Was he enjoying this new side of you? Was he actually enjoying you?

“Atta girl,” he said, a bit of a smirk still on his face, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The fire-ghoul slowly started rolling his hips again, but instead of being rough and quick, he was trying to be gentle. He released the tension on the leash and lowered his body down on top of yours, caging you in between his arms.

You let your anger melt away as soon as Sodo began to move again. These long, deep thrusts were much more sensual than the rapid movements the fire-ghoul was doing before. You could feel every inch of Sodo sliding in and out... in and out... in and out...

It was like heaven... ironic for a demon from Hell to say it, but yes. This was like heaven.

You moved in time with the guitarist, your eyes lightly squeezed shut. The two of you moaned together in sync; fully enjoying each other’s bodies to the fullest.

Sodo breathed in through his nose and planted his face into the crook of your neck. He had one arm supporting himself while the other had found its way to your hip; wrapping it around to deepen his thrusts.

A strangled moan forced its way through your lips; your pussy tightening around Sodo's leaking cock. This forced another moan to leave the guitarist.

He was enjoying this so much, the way your bodies were moving together, the sounds you were making, the way you tasted on his tongue as he lazily licked up your neck... your sweat getting lapped up. This was just incredible.

Sodo suddenly found himself speaking without thinking. “You feel so good,” he said between breaths.

You carefully craned your neck as the Ghoul lapped and nibbled at it; capturing Sodo’s lips with yours. This was the first time the two of you had shared an authentic kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your hand coming up to cup the Ghoul’s cheek as you continued to move. Sodo’s sweet talk was making your stomach do all sorts of flips and leaps. You loved this side of Sodo… he had shed that asshole side that he showed everyone. He was actually enjoyable right now.

Sodo’s breath hitched as he felt your hand on his face. In all the time that he knew you, you two had never kissed before. And this tender moment, it just came out of nowhere.

And yet, he didn’t pull away. He leaned into the kiss, his tongue gently swiping your lips as he felt his stomach swirling with a new feeling.

Was he feeling something for you?

Sodo was hitting all of the right spots within you. Your eyes were tightly shut as you lovingly-made out with Sodo; his cock doing amazing things to your body. You had been with tons of partners before, but none compared to this moment…

“G-Gah,” you hissed out, biting onto Sodo’s bottom lip as you felt pressure beginning to skyrocket in your abdomen.

Sodo groaned as he felt your teeth against his skin. Having you bite and kiss on his lips just made him want to pull you closer to him.

He continued his steady, deep thrusts, wanting more of that reaction you were making to him. Seeing you like this, he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind.

He didn’t want to share you with anyone else.

A little scream left your lips, your fangs colliding against Sodo's for a moment as you came. You shuddered around Sodo’s length, your arms giving out as you flopped down onto the mattress.

Tears winked in your eyes, wave-after-wave of moans leaving your mouth. You were simply overstimulated from the pleasure; the sensation eating you alive.

Sodo winced at the painful feeling of his fangs striking yours but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as he felt the overwhelming sensations through his body alongside you.

“F-Fuck,” he groaned, pulling his face away from yours, “Did you—“

He quickly realized that was a dumb question. After seeing your body shake so much and hearing those lovely sounds leaving your mouth, he knew exactly what had happened.

The guitarist was starting to get a bit winded anyway, so he was fine with slowing down a bit. Sodo wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest.

You were absolutely star struck right now as Sodo chased his own release, rutting into you like a toy. He was close, you could tell.

Your head pulled backwards and you sucked lightly on his earlobe. That was all you could muster. Your muscles were stiff from your orgasm, and the fact that Sodo was still going... great Lucifer below...

Sodo’s breaths were shaky and heavy as he felt your lips against his ear, your teeth lightly scraping his skin.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and dug his nails into your stomach, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“W-Where do you want it?” the Ghoul panted into your skin.

“Nngh… w-wherever you want. I-I don’t care,” you groaned out while capturing his lips in yours again. If Sodo wanted to cum inside of you, then so be it. That wouldn’t upset you one bit.

Sodo groaned as he once again found himself pulled into a kiss. He never expected you to be so tender and affectionate, but it was a pleasant surprise.

He slowly brought a hand up to your jaw, holding you closely as he felt the pressure in his abdomen building. “I-Inside,” he breathed, the guitarist's voice cracking slightly.

You bit on his lip again, nodding as you heard the guitarist’s words. That was fine… and at least Sodo was respectful and asked first before just doing it.

Your arms reached up shakily and intertwined with Sodo’s fingers, which were pressed deeply into your stomach; holding you as if you were all that mattered in this world. You moved in sync with him again, yet less enthusiastically considering how exhausted you were.

Sodo felt like he was losing his mind with you. This was an incredible feeling, being so close with someone. And with you, the Ghoulette that he pretended to hate so much to everyone around the Ministry.

He felt his breaths coming out in heavy, shaky bursts as he squeezed your hands and held you closer to him. That pressure the fire-ghoul was feeling before…

And then, it happened.

It was like a volcano. You knew the second the Ghoul hit his peak. Another strangled moan left your lips as he finally let go; filling you up to the brim.

Your head hung low, the only reason you weren't back to being face-first into the mattress was because of Sodo’s strong arms holding you in place.

You sputtered and squeezed his arms, your eyes fluttering shut. Drool ran disgustingly down your lips, but you couldn't give less of a fuck.

As Sodo finished filling you up, he gently laid you down on the bed as his own body collapsed next to you. His breaths were deep and heavy as he desperately tried to catch his breath. That was one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close against his chest, his face buried into your hair.

“I-I…” you whispered, unable to say anything for a moment… “That…”

“That was good, Sodo… uh, really good.”

Your words came out in gentle phrases, as you were still winded. Your heart hammered in your chest, feeling comparable to what it feels like after running a mile.

Sodo held you tighter as he heard your tired voice utter his name. That was the first time you had ever said it so soft and sweet…

“Yeah… you were great too, (Y/N),” he mumbled as he pulled you closer to his chest, his eyes slowly closing.

You slowly wrapped your hands around the collar and unclasped it; throwing it across the room (likely landing where that bottle of lube ended up).

You nuzzled into his chest; your tail wrapping around Sodo’s leg as you exhaled slowly, your heart rate beginning to even out.

Sodo chuckled tiredly as he felt your tail wrapping around his leg. He also noticed you throwing your collar across the room but he didn’t say anything. This definitely wouldn't be the last time you would see that collar.

The fire-ghoul wrapped his arms more fully around you, pressing his lips against your forehead and slowly shutting his eyes, tiredness washing over him.

And for once, you actually liked being around Sodo. For once… you didn’t want to punch him in the throat…