hey guys!!! please please PLEASE help me out with this! i want to make a large illustration featuring people’s childhood toys. this can be literally anything— a doll, a stuffed animal, a trinket, etc. whatever has sentimental value from your childhood, what makes you think of home!
email a photo to [email protected] if you want to be a part of it. i’ll send your drawing back to you as a thank you for taking part!!!
Alastor with a reader who tries on his suit jacket and mimics him in a mirror ( I feel like this nut has a closet filled with the same clothes) and gets caught by him? I’d have to shoot myself if this happened to me but I want to feel the embarrassment radiating off the reader. (He finds it cute tho—phew!)
🍻D runk Danny Asks 🍻
Ahah, same warnings as before!
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You poised in the mirror with your hands on your hips: Superwoman style. You heard that this was a pose that could actually boost confidence if you repeated this action daily... some sort of positive-reinforcement via brain chemistry. But, your train of thought was cut off as you did a giddy little twirl.
You fanned out the longer coat tails of Alastor's coat, marveling the split that made room for his fluffy tail. You squirmed at the thought of seeing it wag, but you controlled yourself. You grabbed a hair brush off of Alastor's nightstand, posing like you had a microphone to your lips.
"Salutations~ Good to be back on the air!" You attempted in your best transatlantic accent. You snorted, fanning your face as you shrunk in on yourself," Hells, that was bad!"
You pretended to lean on your imaginary cane, a hand to your chest as you belted out," Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart, QUITE the pleasure! Have you heard of my podcast~?"
"As a matter of fact, I have~" You froze as a slow clap came from the doorway, a shit eating grin on the Radio Demon's face," Dare I say, I'm a huge fan of yours~" He perfectly mimicked your voice, a slight static over the intonation of your cadence. You squeaked as Alastor strode towards you, eyes filled with a prideful glee.
"Dear, if you really wanted to impersonate me... you should really do something about this posture!" Back to his normal tone, you nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands grabbed your hips. He angled them back slightly as he kissed the crown of your head. His hands slid up your body, making you gasp and writhe between them and their wake. He took hold of your wrists, hands loose but firm in their grip. The both of you looked into the mirror, your face warm at the sight of Alastor towering over you.
"Much better, dear... much better~" he practically purred in your ear, your breath becoming a distant thought. You had effectively forgot how to breathe. And Alastor would have been content with the teasing... if your hips didn't meet his own.
"I wonder... how do you sound when you moan my name...?"
You gasp as Alastor ground against your ass, a shocked mewl escaping you.
Need to be so cute and tempting that you just have to fill and corrupt me. Sit me on a classic vanity and make me watch you thrust in and out. Make me wear lingerie that does nothing to cover my tits or crotch. Sit me in your lap and finger me until I’m begging to cum. Force me into a mating press whenever I get shy. 🥺🥺🥺