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twitter requestssss
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I shouldve posted some of these actually ermm
#dandys world#dandys world poppy#dandys world toodles#dandys world shrimpo#dandys world rodger#dandys world teagan#rodger x teagan#dandys world flutter#dandys world sprout#dandys world shelly#dandys world vee#dandys world astro#dandys world dandy#dandys world oc#original character#fart#headcanon
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Fruitcake angst comic-y thing!
Featuring Sprout's transformation into a twisted ^-^
#dandys world#sprout dandys world#cosmo dandys world#vee dandys world#flutter dandys world#glisten dandys world#dandys world fanart#sprout x cosmo
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Sams x Dandy’s World Crossover
Some little doodles, of the Sams gang interacting with other Toons
Moon and Vee
Lunar and Astro
Eclipse and Flutter (that’s a friendship letter)
Solar and Rodger
#sun and moon show#eclipse sams#the sun and moon show#sams eclipse#sun and moon show au#eclipse tsams#tsams au#tsams eclipse#lunar tsams#lunar sams#sams lunar#tsams lunar#sams moon#moon sams#moon tsams#tsams moon#solar tsams#sams solar#solar sams#tsams solar#Sams x Dandy’s world crossover au#Sams x Dandy’s world crossover#rodger dandys world#vee dandys world#astro dandys world#flutter dandys world#my art
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[13]: Twirling Thread
(Longer than my usual stories.)
This took a while, heh. Sorry for the wait in regards of stories, writer's block has arrived at Destination Me.
Not sure if I'll do the rest of the characters, feeling pretty down. Maybe someday.
(Reader is the costume designer for the toons. The names above each paragraph of writing are the names of certain skins in the game.)
Boxten: “Cloudy Dream”
“Almost…almost…there!”
You sat up to lean back and look over your work.The prettiest shade of lavender dripped from a small paintbrush you held, a can of white as well close by.
“Okay, we can let it dry, and then you can take the tarp off. Don’t want your clothes to get paint on them too.”
He reached up gingerly to pat his face down as he normally would, but you grabbed his hand quickly, forcing it away.
“Boxten…”
“Sorry, sorry! It’s a habit…”
Poppy: “Sapphire Dots”
“You’re sure this isn't a bit tacky?”
“I don’t care if it's tacky, what matters is I’m wearing it, and I’m proud!”
“Being proud doesn’t hide a poor sense of fashion.”
“Y/N!!!”
Tisha: “Lavender Maid”
“And to top it all off…”
You brought out the item from behind your back and gave it to her.
“A brand new feather duster!”
She gasped in delight, and gently put it down, then hugged you.
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much! The old one I had was getting so dirty, and I can't really wash stuff like that…”
“Hehe, I’m excited to see you use it! Have fun!”
Finn: “Prismatic Pal”
“MORE SHINE! MORE!!”
“FINN THIS IS GETTING TO BE TOO MUCH-”
“THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH SHINE, I WANT TO LOOK LIKE THE SUN!!!!”
“FINN YOU’RE ALREADY TOO BRIGHT FOR ME TO LOOK AT!!”
Razzle And Dazzle: “Seafoam”
“You’re doing a lot for us, you know. (Are you sure?)”
“Yes I’m sure! Besides, if you guys are going to perform sometime, you’ll need different outfits, right?”
“She’s got a point!” “(Alright then…but at least make it something simple.)”
“Aw, okay then. How does a mix of greens sound?”
“It won't be something like yellow-green, will it? (Yuck…)”
“Nope, more like turquoise.”
“Oooh, I’m excited to see how it looks! (Sounds pretty…)”
Cosmo: “Caramel Drizzle”
“I thought that maybe because you and Sprout are friends, you guys could have matching outfits! Whaddya say?”
“Really? Oh, yes please! That’s very sweet of you to think of us…”
“It’s not much really. Here, can you turn around so I can adjust your apron?”
Cosmo patiently did as you said, waiting as you secured the warm orange bow around his back. He only turned around again under your gentle pulling motions so you could smooth out his apron.
“And…this might be a bit hot, but please bear with me. It’s caramel after all.”
You took the bottle from the stand next to you, making a quick drizzle motion so it lined perfectly on top of his head.
You poured a little sauce on your hand to dab on his cheeks, then wiped your hands off and leaned down to get the perfect angle to place the stars in, sticking your tongue out as you worked.
He didn’t tear up or hiss at how hot it is though, he seemed to let out a sigh and…melt?
…He actually looked pretty content.
“Warm…”
I guess that confirms it.
Flutter: “Vibrant Monarch”
“Be still, I’m almost done.”
Flutter nervously flapped her wings, slapping you in the face every so often and nearly knocking you out of your chair.
“Please Flutter, the paint will be blurry and won’t look good if you keep moving.”
“...!!!”
“I know you don’t like standing, but you need to right now! You can fly all you want when I’m done.”
“...!”
“Thank you.”
She lightly tapped the floor with her foot as if testing the waters, flinching every so often, before she set both feet on the ground and stood stiffly, anxiously waiting for you to finish.
Goob: “Special Spaghetti”
“I want to commit cannibalism on myself.”
“What-”
Goob: “Fun Partygoer”
“Ooooooh, I get a party hat too??”
“Yes you do Goob, let- let me- adjust it please-! Please stOp BOunCIng!“
“Sorry, I’m just so excited to see how I look!”
“I get it I get it, but pleas-!”
The party hat crumpled under a particularly high jump.
“...”
“...”
You sat down, head in your hands and started crying.
“WAIT NONONO Y/N I-!”
Glisten: “Warm Sweater”
(Based off my opinion! I love blue and white, but THE MAKEUP RAAAAA-)
“I still think the eyeshadow is a bit much.”
“Well, I don’t!”
“But you say you look good no matter what you wear, right…?”
“...Yes…”
“So you shouldn’t have a problem with no eyeshadow because it’ll look just as good!”
“But I- you-!”
“End of conversation.”
(Glisten somehow convinced you to give him back his makeup)
Gigi: “Rainy Day”
“But I don’t waaaaaannaaaaa!”
“Gigi, it’s still an oversized sweater. You’re basically just changing the color of it and adding some drawstrings, okay?”
“Noooooooooo…but…b-but…”
“Yeah I know what a butt is, you have one yourself. Now give me that―”
You yanked the sweater out of her hands, cutting yourself off as you stumbled back, “―Thank you!”
Quickly checking for rips and finding nothing, you let out a sigh of relief, then immediately raised your hand in the air to avoid her grabbing ones.
“Nooooooo, gimme it back!”
You sighed again, walking over to the dresser―well, as best you could with a whiny Gigi trying to trip you― and pulled out a yellow sweater with a hood.
Placing her old clothes on a high shelf so she couldn’t reach it, you turned and picked her up, setting her down to sit on the edge of the dresser and pulled the yellow sweater over her head.
Her crying instantly stopped and she snuggled down into it, content. You let out another(she’s a handful to deal with) sigh and sat down next to her, petting her head.
Sprout: “Salted Caramel”
“And you’re sure that you’ll be fine?”
“Yes, Y/n! Now just do it!”
You hesitantly poured the bucket of caramel on him, covering half of his face bit by bit while also making sure not to get the petals wet.
You let out a sigh of relief as the last drop dripped from the container, making a quiet plip sound as it joined the rest of the warm sauce.
The rest of it settled on the tarp below, collecting in a puddle that stained his feet orange. You’d have to clean him later.
He reached up a hand, messing with the caramel on his face before you slapped his hand away.
“No! I’ll have to put a new coating on you if you mess with it.”
He simply chuckled in response, “Not like I’d mind.”
Vee: “Cosmic Signal”
You sighed in relief as you checked over her mic, making sure there weren’t any scratches.
“Okay…finally done. Oof, that took a lot out of me.”
“I can tell. Making 25 different costumes that actually look good isn’t exactly an easy job.”
You perked up upon hearing this.
“So you DO like Scraps' costume!”
“What!? I-”
“I’m joking, I already know.”
She just glared at you and looked to the side.
#oh boy here we go#*suits up*#time for the tags#dandys world#dandys world x reader#boxten x reader#poppy x reader#tisha x reader#finn x reader#razzle and dazzle x reader#cosmo x reader#flutter x reader#goob x reader#glisten x reader#gigi x reader#sprout x reader#vee x reader
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Random DW ship chart I found on TikTok :D
These are my opinions btw- I don't really care what you ship ( as long as it's legal ) :3
Seperate versions under cut!
#dandys world#dandy's world#dandy’s world poppy#dandy’s world boxten#dandy’s world razzle and dazzle#dandy's world vee#dandy's world astro#dandy's world tisha#dandy's world scraps#dandy's world goob#dandy's world glisten#dandy's world shrimpo#dandy's world shelly#dandy's world dandy#dandy's world sprout#dandy's world brightney#dandy's world cosmo#dandy's world flutter#dandy's world rodger#dandy's world teagan#i hope i tagged them all-#im not tagging all the ships btw#shipping#character x character#okay but who sees my vision on boxten x raz&daz
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Drawing with my friends on discord
#dandys world#dandy's world#vee dandys world#goob x shrimpo#scene goob#flutter dandys world#goob dandys world#artists on tumblr#astro dandys world#astro x dandy#dandys world shelly#shelly x vee#dandy's world dandy#dandy's world toodles#roger dandys world#dandys world tisha#dandys world shrimpo
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DANDYS WORLD ART DUMPPP
#dandys world#dandy's world#finn dandys world#dandys world finn#goob dandys world#dandys world goob#scraps dandys world#dandys world scraps#poppy dandys world#dandys world poppy#shrimpo dandys world#dandys world shrimpo#flutter dandys world#dandys world flutter#vee dandys world#dandys world vee#shelly dandys world#dandys world shelly#cuddlefish#goob x finn#finn x goob#astro x shelly#shelly x astro#moonshell#pen man doodles
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yes i ship glasslamp ANYWAYS-
#relationship chart#dandysworld#dandys world#dandys world dandy#dandys world astro#dandys world brightney#brightney dandys world#brightney#dandys world rodger#dandys world shrimpo#dandys world tisha#dandys world vee#dandys world flutter#dandys world shelly#dandys world pebble#dandys world gigi#dandys world cosmo#dandys world sprout#dandys world boxten#dandys world poppy#dandys world scraps#dandys world goob#teagan x shrimpo x tisha#scraps x poppy#poppy x scraps#shelly x vee#vee x shelly#dandys world razzle#dandys world dazzle#dandys world razzle and dazzle
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Wow gay people in my phone
#dandy’s world roblox#dandy’s world#Roblox#roblox dandys world#scraps dandys world#sprout dandys world#goob dandys world#cosmo x sprout#cosmo dandys world#glisten dandys world#vee dandys world#flutter dandys world#pebble dandys world#dandys world tisha
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Just a FEW cursed images i got lol.
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I did some other dandy's world ships as well cuz why not ^_^ (I got too lazy AGAIN to do more,,,....)
#silly#rarepair#rarepairs#multishipper#shipping#ships#dandy's world ships#dandy's world#dandy's world roblox#roblox#dandy's world teagan#dandy's world flutter#dandy's world vee#dandy's world brightney#dandy's world astro#dandy#dandicus dancifer#dandy's world dandy#heart locket#heart lockets#gif#gifs#my gifs#dandy's world rodger#dandy's world razzle and dazzle#brightney x dazzle#brightney x razzle#brightney x razzle and dazzle#tragedynovel#vee x teagan
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Some dandy's world ships >:3
1. Teacase/ 🔍Rodger × Teagan ☕
2. Fruitcake/ 🍓Sprout × Cosmo🎂
2. Cleanlight/💡Brightney × Tisha 🧹
3. Veestro/nightstatic/ ���Astro × Vee 📺
4. 🌘Astro × 🎶Boxten × Poppy🎀
5 .Sweetpollen/🌼Dandy × Flutter🦋
#dandy's world ships#fruitcake#cleanlight#veestro#night lullabye#bubble box#teacase#sweetpollen#dandy's world#teagan x rodger#sprout x cosmo#vee x astro#astro x boxten x poppy#dandy x flutter#brightney x tisha#vee x astro x boxten x poppy#multishipper#poly ship#rare ship#rarepair
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Don’t really have an actual Halloween post but uh
I do have another batch of fankid doodles, because why not
Building off the idea that Lofty was born before the Gardenview shutdown. Sprout refused to leave them with anyone other than Cosmo, so if both were working one would take care of them while working. This led to many questions from patrons.
Vee has her own kid but uh…the first few times she tried to make them things didn’t go well. It took five attempts for one of them to actually come alive and one more attempt for them to live for more than an hour. She started naming them after attempt 2.
Just a sleepy Astro and Andromeda.
Honestly thinking of changing Barnaby’s parents from Finn and Shrimpo to Finn and Boxten (idk I’m a multishipper). Either way neither of them expected parenthood to be that hard after Cosmo and Sprout took to it surprisingly well. They used to work with kids, it couldn’t be that hard. It didn’t take long for them to realize that those two were either really good at pretending to not be tired or Lofty was just a really calm baby.
Flutter can’t hold Comma unfortunately on account of no hands :(. I think I’ll draw her wearing a swaddle with Comma in it later but for now Gigi will just have to hold him up to her.
I don’t have an exact age for most of the kids, just vague notions of ‘this one is older than that one’. Though I’ll always say Lofty is the oldest, the other oldest kids are Andromeda, Rosy Posy, Barnaby and Lulu (who I have not drawn). Percy is the youngest…not counting the two kids who I have not sorted out the ages of and have not even mentioned the names of (might as well do that now, Debbie the Muffin and Sunny the Betta fish) he’s just a few months old, a lil guy. The other youngest kids are Becky, Finn Jr, Pearl and Gabe
#dandys world#dandy’s world#dw fankid#sprout dw#vee dw#astro dw#finn dw#shrimpo dw#flutter dw#gigi dw#Lofty the sugar cookie#andromeda the star#Barnaby the toy fish#Comma the hair clip#Percy the picture frame#Cosmo x Sprout#finn x shrimpo#Flutter x Gigi
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The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (epilogue)
Mom gets fitted for dentures next week 🎊 🎉 🦷 💝
Epilogue (Promises)
You had meant it when you said it so long ago. A promise. One you intended to keep
「Warnings/Promises: Alastor x Fem Reader, Valentino x Fem reader (just TRUST ME), nipple chain, Val exists too much, Kaiju cock, pussy wet??, aphrodisiac, Alastor shade, fanatic sinners, misleading porno covers, Angel Dust is perfect as always, blood, stabbing, filming sexy things, Val in a thong, licking, hair pulling, why bad man have big dick, Alastor isn’t horny but he is possessive, pussy in the ether」
Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 Epilogue sexual
***Spoiler for people that need Val warnings*** Val dick touches reader pussy. Val explicit scenes are purple. if you skip the purple parts you will still understand the story and still be in the scene, interacting with him. Reminder, reader is there intentionally and consenting.
minors omg look over there! (🏃♀️💨Dni)
“I will admit, I was surprised to get your message.” Val exhaled, one hip out as he rest his weight on his right foot. You hadn’t planned on seeing him again, but as you became comfortable in hell you found yourself remembering the promise to yourself. One you made that day you met Alastor. On the floor of that studio. Your eyes scanned the room. The space was different, the set no longer your cursed cabin scene. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You took a deep breath, you’d practiced this, “Well I’ve been in hell for a while now… and I see you everywhere. I’ve been thinking,” your eyes caught on the door you were confident led to the room that held you. To the bed. Another shaky exhale, you never were much of an actress. “I really missed my chance with you. A powerful overlord… a celebrity.”
A dark chuckle from the moth, his ego fluttering, “Ooh, you’re a little celebrity in your own right. My best seller in ages.”
Oh, right. The tape. You hadn’t watched it yet. Alastor set the VHS copy on the bookshelf, an agreement made you could revisit that memory together if you ever wanted to. Not that you hadn’t heard it before. Nearly two years after its release and still people played it in public. Your first visit to Rosie started with you red faced and sputtering, having had someone on the way there thrust a DVD in front of you.
The stranger asked for an autograph, but as soon as you saw the cover photo the entire thing had been knocked into the street by Alastor’s microphone. He had been trying to shelter you from interacting too much with the movie.
“Was that—is the cover—?” You were frozen as the sinner ran off, mind trying to process the image.
Alastor hummed, “Not what I’d choose, but I signed away all rights when I made the deal. A little misleading of a photo if you ask me.” He watched with glee as a car pulverized the disc and case.
A blood red demonic seal splattered with a white liquid and a slender hand scraping into the wood.
“But that’s the Vees for you!”
Indeed, that was the Vees. Val gestured at you with his cigarette and its dramatic holder, “Aren’t you still with the radio demon? Not that I care.” He took a few steps towards you, getting you into arm’s reach before grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling you into him, “Just cuz there's a goalie doesn’t mean I can’t score.”
With how your head was angled back as he had your hair tightly wound in his fist you could see the TV. Always Vox News, you assumed. The time was displayed in the corner. “I am but— he doesn’t, ya know… he doesn’t know I’m here. But he’ll be looking for me soon.”
He stared down at you, pupil-less eyes without emotion. Your scalp began to burn and after a few seconds you had to shift your weight to relieve some of the pull. It made your upper stomach rub against his crotch. Not at all your intention. But you knew you’d have to touch him eventually.
“Unfortunately for you, I don’t do shit at anyone else’s speed.” His hand released your hair, “Could be fun though…,” Valentino traced along your jaw with his tongue before squeezing your cheeks in his hand, “fucking Alastor’s woman.”
He was off you as quickly as he had pounced, makeshift jacket swirling behind him as he spun around and walked to the door you’d seen before.
Another glance at the television. You had 10 minutes before Alastor would be calling. A small panic that you didn’t have enough time.
Alastor rarely called on you, because rarely were you very far away. He didn’t have you on a leash, you just enjoyed his company. You’d scroll on your phone while he worked in his radio station or read a book while he enjoyed his breakfast in the morning.
Also, well, going out alone could be intimidating. People swung from two extremes when they saw you— excited fan or terrified sinner.
The fans knew you were with Alastor.
The other sinners knew you were with Alastor.
The DVD incident had spooked you, not helped by the fact it had been your first outing. Alastor had been eager, even if he didn’t say it, to introduce you to the cannibal overlord.
Having you back in his presence brought a deep seated sense of calm to him, one best compared to the feeling he had when gossiping with Rosie over coffee. Naturally he wanted his closest friend to meet the soul who’d stolen his attention. And Rosie was delighted to meet you, evident with the extravagant tea (and a singular coffee) she set up and her litany of questions.
But every time she asked something she also seemed to answer it herself.
“Are you happy to be together again in your body?! I’m sure you are.” She offered you a finger you had to decline.
“I bet you two have been busy.” A wink, “Though you must have been for it to take so long to get down here.”
Alastor shrunk a little as she smacked at his shoulder. You hadn’t seen him allow others to touch him before. Had that been Angel, the second one of his many arms cocked back Alastor would have stepped away or disappeared. Just a hit and you could see how close they were.
You made a point of befriending her, coming often after that initial meeting to her shop for gossip and advice. As time went on, you began to learn about Alastor’s normal. It was nice to have a mutual friend to discuss your worries and ideas with.
“And oh! That video. Talk about hot under the collar!”, a petite laugh, “Did you see it?” Rosie waited for you to answer this time. When you shook your head no, she waved her hand, “For the best. The climax was totally unwatchable!”
You turned to Alastor, not sure what that meant, but he didn’t meet your gaze and instead slowly blinked out of sync at the bookshelves behind Rosie’s shoulder.
“Did you know he’s not into all that?” She took a sip, “You better be patient with him ya got it?”
That question caught you off guard. Apparently for him too, Alastor coming back to life at the change of tone, “This isn’t really a tea topic, dear friend.”
Rosie hummed, “Where are my manners! I was just so relieved he didn’t up and leave for another seven years.”
What’s a scowl shared between friends?
But shared between whatever you and Val were…?
Valentino’s wings unfurled revealing long fishnet covered legs. You watched as he swayed his hips side to side on his way to the bed. The same bed as before. You remembered the shape and purple comforter that you could see down your blindfold.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to already be undressed.” Where were his pants and button up? This was moving faster than you’d anticipated.
He turned back to you as he plopped down onto the bed, “What I wear isn’t any of your business. Though, speaking of business.” He pointed to the corner, a part of the room you’d never seen before. A camera on a tripod stood there. “Turn it on.”
Your grimace was immediate. “You sure you wanna film this one?”
Impatient, he crossed his legs and leaned back on two hands, “Did you think you could just come in here, ask to fuck me and … what? It’d be all on your terms?”
Yes.
You’d worn a dress expressly for ease, and slipped off your panties before going to the camera. For some reason you didn’t want that recorded. It seemed embarrassing. More so than what you were about to do.
Val’s turn to gawk, “You’re seriously not planning on staying dressed.”
“What I wear isn’t any of your business.” You opened the view screen and hit record.
His laugh was dark and deep, “Ooh, I forgot how feisty you were. Maybe this can be a recurring thing.”
Ignoring the comment, you tried to take in the details of the room, checking the walls and small bits of furniture. But you were immensely distracted by the moth demon, who had taken to spreading his legs open and running a hand down his barely contained bulge. Tiny, little, itty black thong, fishnets, nipple chain and… well, the hat.
Two arms pulled you by the waist, hands gripping the flesh of your ass through the dress.
“Why are you dressed like you’re off to teach Sunday school?” His hands slipped under the fabric and dug into your bare skin. He glanced at the camera and its small monitor to make sure he was in frame.
Your knees were brought to either side of his legs before he began to open his stance wider and wider. The action lowered your center more and more until your naked heat was resting on his package. Things were speeding up, he was moving you around so effortlessly. A problem, an absolute problem.
“Ya know I haven’t had a believable good girl to break in awhile.” His hips rose of the bed suddenly and made you bounce on his growing erection. Val groaned, a sound that made your skin crawl.
In the reflection of his glasses you saw the white face of a marble clock on the wall behind you.
“Could we—- can we do this lying down? Missionary? It’s been awhile and I’m feeling insecure.” The thought of the overpowering demon towering on top of you and pinning you down was… a tad terrifying. But you needed to see the clock, you couldn’t keep turning around.
A brief thought, maybe just turning around on his lap and staying facing away from him would work, but then you remembered the camera. Didn’t need your now-rising dress to give the Vees anything exploitative to keep.
Not that everyone in all nine rings hadn’t already seen you spread open and screaming on camera.
“Actually maybe it’s okay, I can,” turn around? Your suggestion was cut short.
Val lifted you like a toy and flipped around. Your head hit the bed hard, brain jostling in your skull. One hand instinctively came to his chest to keep some distance. “No, I like this better.” A wide grin as he settled between your legs.
You leaned to the right to see the clock past his shoulder. Five minutes.
Why didn’t you wear a watch? Fuck.
He dropped his lower half onto you until his full weight was pressing his half hard cock into your stomach. Your breath tightened, running out of moveable space to expand your lungs and diaphragm.
“I wanna see you squirm.” Pink smoke was blown directly into your face, catching you off guard. But, where was the cigarette? You didn’t see it…
Your muscles went loose, the stress of the moment washing away. Both of your hands came to the center of your chest and pressed down. Security. Readiness.
Four minutes.
Alastor didn’t like you having a phone but he didn’t stop you from owning one. You had assumed you’d be on the set where you knew there would be some way to keep track of the time. Or else you’d have just worn a dress with pockets to carry a cellphone. Maybe set a timer.
You weren’t sure about Alastor’s disdain for tech until you witnessed it yourself. That square headed stalker flitting from screen to screen, riding the wires and the radio waves. He had warned you about the Vees, about Vox in particular. He didn’t have much to say about Velvette, and somehow that was better than the nothing he had to say about Valentino.
As Val’s tongue slid up your neck, you thought about Angel. A confidant. You wished he had asked Alastor to kill Val, as a thank you for his efforts in reuniting you two. And, now that you remembered, uniting you at all.
Instead he asked for a bigger room. Large enough for two to comfortably cohabitate.
Alastor maybe couldn’t kill Val, but he could try. When you brought it up with him he was upset. He didn’t like his name being spoken at all unless absolutely necessary
An inadvertent moan you didn’t realize came from you until Valentino chuckled at the sound.
“Feeling it?” He cooed. You weren’t sure which it he meant. This wasn’t going quite to plan.
Three minutes.
So much could happen in three minutes. Too much. He slid down his underwear, sitting up and letting you see him in his full glory.
Why did he have to be such a bad man?
Many men who carried big sticks were unkind. Between their legs or between their fingers.
Alastor was an exception to the rule.
Things did calm down for Alastor after you returned, eventually. Alastor’s desperate need was soothed with you in hell again. His appetite dying. But he hungered in new ways. Ways you hadn’t anticipated to fill your cup so full. Long and intense kisses where his hands dragged down your body and he sighed into your cheeks. You were often pulled into his side and under his arm when sharing the sofa. Soft pets to your hair as you fell asleep.
And when you felt the need, and if he wasn’t feeling up to it, he’d lie beside you and whisper into your ear. Talking soft and low about all the ways you stole his heart and mind while his hand pumped those long fingers in and out of your own needy pussy. He’d grin into the nape of your neck when you were incapable of keeping your voice down any longer. A feeling you’d come to need.
You didn’t need a cock to be full. And by the look of Val’s twitching monster, you’d be broken before he bottomed out.
His thumbs pulled apart your bottom lips, “Ready to spread you open so wide you won’t even feel that lanky fuck in you.”
His third and fourth hands pushed your thighs open and back, hands you could swear felt familiar. Alastor? Or before him?
You struggled to regain focus, your fingers feeling at your bra.
Two minutes.
Legs suddenly too weak to resist, or perhaps Val too strong. Or, a third option, you weren’t trying so hard. Behind his fingers was left a burn on your skin.
“Closer.” Your lips were tingling, it felt good.
“I need you closer.”
His wide chest grew prideful, “Oh? If you’re looking for love you’re in the wrong bed, princesa.”
“No love. Chest. I can’t reach your chest.” You struggled to sit up, but managed to grab the chain connecting his pierced nipples before falling back into the bed.
A screech, a squeak, “Fuck! Watch how you handle that.” His voice rose several octaves. God, you hated him.
You gripped the chain tightly, the feeling keeping you a little grounded. “Oops.” A whirlpool was behind your eyes, all five senses mingling and amplifying. This was dangerous. He hadn’t used this aphrodisiac on you before…maybe he had liked how much you thrashed when he tied you up and mocked you.
His length ran up your core and you jumped. He was so hot. So…. Firm.
No. Too close.
One minute.
You had told Alastor you wouldn’t let it go too far. He said he’d not stop you, because you had said you needed to do it. But you could see the conflict behind his own gaze. What would he do if you returned smelling of Val? Dripping of him?
Almost. Just a few more seconds. His body rolled into you, rocking you with the motion. Every passing had his cock from slit to balls sliding between your wildly wet folds.
Timing was key for your safety. Though Alastor had made it clear you could always just bail and wait for his call.
The more Val rubbed and pressed against you you felt your mind melt a little more. Surely it would slip down your spine at this rate.
A brief worry in the pleasurable fog, what if later on you remembered the pleasure and felt guilty? Guilty to Alastor but most importantly to yourself, for gasping and sighing under the abusive trash that dragged you to hell to begin with.
And what if you didn’t?
Which was worse?
Which would be easier to live with?
He prodded your inner thigh. He was getting closer and closer to actually entering you.
30 seconds.
“Do you remember my promise?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” His head was hung as he stared between your bodies. He didn’t see you reach between your breasts into your bra and pull out the Carmine angelic dagger Husk had recommended to Alastor. You hadn’t been quiet about your plans.
“Odd, it’s on recording. Maybe you didn’t realize I was talking to you.” As you moved the dagger from your right side to bury it into Valentino’s chest you remembered the man in the woods. The young man at work. Angel. Here you were again. But if this ended the same as the woods, where would you go? Would Alastor be able to reach you?
“My promise to fucking kill you.”
Valentino keeled back, hand raised to slash your throat out when a green light momentarily blinded him. The sound of chains filled the room as you disappeared into nothingness underneath him. He was left slashing at his own duvet while he tried to slow the bleeding.
Alastor caught you as you fell from the portal he summoned you with. Two feet barely touching the floor as he set you in the reading chair in front of his fireplace.
He nodded at the drops of blood staining your cornflower yellow dress, “Was it a success?”
Your body slipped down the chair, dress getting caught in the friction and riding up. He leaned over and tugged it back down to hide your exposed sex. You were too far gone to feel deja vu.
“No, I think he’s alive. He drugged me with that smoke.” Your legs were spread wide, trying to keep your weight from slipping off the chair. “I was too weak.”
Alastor sat in the chair opposite and took in the scene. Hair messy, legs open, face flush. Bloodied and breathless.
Pride ran a shiver up his spine. His doe’s second murder attempt. While he has despised the idea he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love the initiative.
“Hey, I know you said you wouldn’t ask.” You crossed your legs at the ankle, which did nothing to stop the way the air that was rising up your dress and cooling your core. “But I didn’t fuck him.”
Alastor shrugged, “As they say, all is fair in love and war. I would understand if you did for the sake of killing him. What’s a little sex if it helps murder?”
Your hand slipped down your chest, a ghostly trail in its wake like your touch had an echo. “What a terrible way to confess you love me.”
A choked cough from the radio demon.
Your eyes slipped close. Relaxed. “I feel good.”
He hummed.
“Not from the stabbing, from the stuff in his smoke. My body is thrumming. Is my heart pounding?” You tried to stand but ended up on your knees, cheek coming to rest on his inner leg. As he leaned forward to let his hand enter your dress and rest above your heart, his face got close to yours.
“It’s frantic.” A low whisper into the shell of your ear. Pulling back he paused at your face to lick an errant drop of blood. “You reek of him.”
“He did lick me a couple times.” You watched Alastor sneer, “And he was naked, like, immediately. Oh! Oh fuck,” your head popped up with a renewed clarity, “He recorded it.”
Alastor stilled, he wasn’t thinking about the recording aspect. He was thinking on your heart, on how flushed your skin was, the sweat dripping down your neck. On the thought of Val’s tongue over your skin. “The medicine— or drug you were exposed to,” a deep breath in, “What does it feel like?”
A topic change you hadn’t expected, your body slouched into his leg, arm over his thigh for support. His eyes on your face as they always were when you were in the room.
“Like my body is… illuminescent. Every time my clothes or something touches me, my skin lights up and my brain gets so quiet.” His palm stayed on your heart.
“Hmm,” His hands slipped under your arm, lifting you up. Your feet were entirely off the ground now as he carried you like a dirty cat on its way to the bath. Gently, you were set onto the bed. A lovely juxtaposition.
“Every time I touch where he did, tell me.” Alastor kneeled beside you, deft fingers unbuttoning your dress. A sharp claw popped under the center of your bra and sliced through the fabric.
Your body was humming again, Val’s powerful aphrodisiac lifting up from your senses like dust under heavy footsteps.
Goosebumps formed up your arms as the back of his fingers traced along the outside of your forearm. As he curved up your shoulder and reached your neck you breathed out a low, “There.”
You watched him lean down, warm lips kissing at your skin. A series of kisses as soft and needy as the ones he often placed on your own mouth. A shudder turned nearly violent as his hot tongue ran up your neck to your jaw.
His nose slid up your cheek, “There.” Kisses to your face, across your nose and to the other side.
He pulled back, eyes lusty and heavy lidded. He didn’t say anything, but his grim smile asked you something. You nodded, running your hands down your chest and to your thighs.
A growl you hadn’t heard in so long rumbled in his chest. He rolled you onto your stomach and pulled the dress off entirely, nails raking along your spine until they dimpled the soft fat of your ass.
“There.”
Alastor straddled you at the back of your knees. You wanted to squirm but your muscles had gone weak again. He nipped at the mounds of flesh, massaging and squeezing after every particularly sharp bite. What little part of your brain could form coherent thoughts was trying to piece together an alarm— his face was so close to your still soaking wet entrance.
Images bubbled up where words were failing. Val’s large cock head smearing precum up your slit.
His hands roamed down your legs and feet before turning you back to face him. When you could finally see his expression again, you were surprised to see a look he hadn’t given in so long.
Needy. Desperation screamed through knitted brows, hazy eyes, and a weak smile threatening to fall flat.
As his hands slid down your stomach and reached the junction of your thighs, you started to register the little moans you were making.
But it was getting harder to hear past the radio static and pounding heartbeat in your ears.
Soft fingers traveled between your closed thighs, you hesitated before offering what you thought was a quiet, “There.”
You couldn’t hear yourself think let alone speak as the sounds both in and outside your body grew louder with every signal he’d found a new spot to cover up.
His knees pushed open your left thigh, then your right. Lowering himself, he hitched your knees and lied flat on his stomach. A bite to your inner thigh, nearly the back. A suck, sharp and strong, that ended with a pop as he released.
Nose inching closer and closer to your core, Alastor could see your hole clenching. A dribble of the evidence of your arousal being forced out and down the cleft of your ass.
You heard and felt his breathing quicken, when a finger slid down your folds you couldn’t stop the raise of your hips.
“There.”
The lights went out with a pop. Shaky breaths as his tongue swiped from entrance to clit. Lick after lick to your center like he was trying to make you clean again. Another moan you were only sure was yours cut through the now biting static that filled the air around you.
Your mind tried to piece together a sentence, “Crazy stuff… it had me so horny”, your hands ran up your chest without thinking, “I was almost hoping Val would put it in before time was gone.”
The static cut. Not even the sound of the fireplace or the crickets in the swamp portaled into his room were present anymore.
“Isn’t that insane? Have you ever heard of such a drug?” Your eyes had closed, feeling his breath wafting down your saliva coated lips. “Alastor?”
He was being honest when he said he’d not hold it against you. But he hadn’t even considered a situation where you wanted more to happen. Than had been discussed. The very idea of Valentino mixing with you brought bile to his throat.
The drug was to blame and he could understand that, as a man. But as an overlord, as something more akin to animal in some aspects, he had the clawing urge to reclaim you. To write over even the thought of wanting to feel Valentino.
“My darling little doe, I think you need a reminder of just how much of you I possess. And the parts of me you own in turn.”
You looked down to see glowing eyes from between your legs, his fingers snapped and while you couldn’t see what was happening past the light of his eyes, you could hear the VHS player click and then a small, “Aunt Sara….” whispered in a familiar voice.
“I don’t understand what’s happened….”
It took a moment to register it was your own voice you were hearing from the darkness.
“Aunt Sara isn’t here.”
Alastor’s acting debut crowing from the old TV beside his bayou door. His eyes shifted with a blink from glowing red to black, just sharp dials visible in the shadow of his face.
“She’s made an exchange, she gets extraordinary power….and I get your soul.”
The prongs of a buck ready to clash over his territory creaked past your open thighs.
“But I want more than that. I need more than that.”
˖ ݁𖥔.Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult.𖥔 ݁ ˖
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