On a recent date with my girlfriend we watched Radio Rebel for lols but both of us noticed that we couldn’t remember seeing the scene where Gavin reveals that he was really the dancing sandwich which is how he knows that Tara is Radio Rebel
Upon re watching it on our next date, we still couldn’t find the scene—
Did this scene ever exist??
If so, where is it???
Can y’all help me find closure for this??? Where’s the scene???
Like I know this scene but hOW DID SHE KNOW HE WAS THE SANDWICH??? WASN’T THERE A WHOLE REVEAL THING THAT I MISSED??
Radio rebel except everybody says they’re “Potter” like in The Deathly Hallows
And Voldemort is just like
“well I CAN’T KILL ALL OF YOU AT ONCE”
(but like he so can)
and Umbridge is on fire with fury
and filch in the background behind the action shakily starts to raise his hand as everybody says “ no IM HARRY FUCKIN POTTER” but Lucius zaps his hand off
For a while now I've been wanting to do short one-shots based off the art comms I get. Between finding the perfect name for Alastor x Wen(dy) and having a bad day, I thought now would be the perfect time to write self-indulgent fanfiction of a self-indulgent art commission done by @vvenuspng on Tumblr!
you might be seeing her art featured in some future fics and chapters too- Venus is a doll and does amazing work <3
cws/tags: petplay, oral (m!receiving), guilt tripping, Alastor with human p
Wen was known for her high libido. For her constant need, for her easy arousal. And today, you would have thought she was in heat with the way that poor girl was humping anything her cunt could get friction on.
Since his sweet pet was too rowdy to work today, Alastor had put her in the cage. In that big dog-sized crate that sat in the corner of their room as a reminder for what happens to bad girls.
The couple had a strike system of sorts for when the doe couldn't control herself. Strike one- Alastor would attach a leash to her collar until otherwise seen fit. Strike two- Wen would eat and drink only what Alastor put in her food bowls until otherwise seen fit. Strike three- Wen would be put in the cage until otherwise seen fit.
No phone, no music, no radio no television no cigarettes or art supplies or anything she could use to stimulate her always-racing mind in any way. Just a horny deer stuck in her cage until she showed she could control herself.
“Darling, I'm back~!!" Alastor purred as his form manifested from shadows in front of their bedroom door.
Wen immediately perked up, tail wagging as she pressed herself up against the bars of the cage.
"Alastor!!” She squeaked.
“I trust your day was…. uneventful, my love?” He tugged off his bowtie and unfastened a few buttons of his shirt, falling back into his favorite armchair. “Mine couldn't have been busier! Since someone had been acting like a feral animal this morning, I had to tend to your frivolous bellhop duties myself.” He sighed and lulled his head back against the edge of the chair. “I'm not suited for such civil things."
"I…I'm sorry…." His pet whined, ears falling backwards as a knot of guilt twisted in her stomach.
“I'm sure you are, dear." He stood and made his way to her. "Did you behave yourself while I was gone?”
"I did! I was good, I promise, I didn't even touch myself!!”
Alastor raised a skeptical eyebrow, taking one of her hands through the bars of the cage and inhaling the scent. If she had lied, the sweet aroma of her slick would have told him the truth.
Wen whined softly as he held her clawed hand, breasts oozing through the gaps of the cage.
“You didn't. Good girl."
Her face immediately glowed with a smile, tail wagging like a motor engine.
Though she didn't earn her freedom just yet.
Alastor began to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Slowly. Looking right into her starry green eyes.
“But have you learned your lesson, dear?" He tilted his head, looming over her cage as he pressed himself against it. The bulge of his member melted through the steel bars as he looked down at her with a taunting smile. “Can you keep your hands to yourself?"
Her big eyes blinked at the sight. God, how she loved the sight of that huge clothed cock making a mound through his trousers. And he knew that. He knew how much she loved it. How she'd crawl to him and kiss and lick at the tantalizing treat until he pulled his pants down for her to taste it properly. His slender hand slithered through the cage to stroke her ears. To scratch that sweet spot behind the base and guide her forward.
“What's wrong, darling, you're usually so eager?" He teased, watching the way she trembled while trying to restrain herself. “I've had such a stressful day….don't you want to help your beloved Alastor~?” The demon laughed in mockery as he slowly grinded against the bars.
"N…no….I can't….”
His ever-persistent radio fuzz peaked with interest.
“So resilient….” Alastor praised her, revoking his hand to grasp at himself. “Even now that I'm needy too…” He pouted while making a show of it. "Ah …sweetheart…please~”
She shook her head again. Even as she could feel her wetness beginning to spill down her inner thighs. This was a test….she'd get a proper treat once she's allowed out of the crate.
But as Alastor began to pull his pants down, she began to second-guess herself. Maybe he really was this pent up….maybe he couldn't wait to grab the key….and his cock- his sweet juicy cock- sprang out his underwear and cried for her orifices with a sopping bead of precum. He needed her.
He shifted slightly over the cage, slipping his penis in-between the bars and saying nothing more as he just looked down at his lover with that permanent cheeky smile.
Wen bit her lip hard. Her hands tightened to fists around the metal beneath her. Her gaze flicked to his eyes- cunning and scheming- before her restraint shattered like glass. Hastily, she took his whole length into her mouth with enough fervour to suggest she wanted to swallow the thing.
The deer's head bobbed back and forth as she reveled in her love's taste and texture. So thick and veiny and long enough to hit the back of her throat with every motion. Salty in that delicious way human flesh was and he slid so perfectly in and out of her mouth like it was made to take it! The balls of her tongue piercing rolled across the bottom of his shaft with every gulp. Slurping and glucking filled the room with his excited static and her guilty whimpers.
Wen looked up a few times to see Alastor's reaction. To see if she was doing something good or bad. But he just kept smiling, though his expression would twitch a little and not even he could fail to stifle grunts of pleasure. How could he stay silent when his dearest was deepthroating him as if the exterminations were back?
“Fuckkkk…that's it, dear, keep going….” He'd shutter. “Yes…yes, love, just like that …just like that….fuck, you feel so good…I- I think I did need this…..ahh….”
Her tail wagged harder with every delectation. So hard and so fast that the sound of cutting air was added to their symphony.
“Almost there, darling…” Alastor murmured, gripping the cage tighter as his hips jumped with her motions. "I want you… t-to take all of it and swallow, understood? Don't… waste a drop, pet."
She nodded and took his dick impossibly deeper down her throat with that promise of release. That delicious soup she so rarely ever had- the poor doe's breeding kink had almost every load spent in her pussy.
“Ah- Wen- my love- my dear- my- ah-ahh!"
The Radio Demon's entire body shivered before going limp over the cage as his thick spunk spurted down her esophagus in pulses. Even then, Wen continued to suck and suck like a thirsty rodent drinking from its bottle. Alastor had to pull himself from her with a loud pop! before he tore open the cage door, pulling her by the collar onto their bed and pushing her deep into the mattress.
“I hate what you do to me, darling…." He grumbled.
And for the rest of the night, they were both bad girls.
Original Notes:
Man idek that this is porn without plot and kinda ooc and doesn't fit in the BuckShot timeline I fucking needed this.
I've been having trouble with PactPet chapter 3 so while I do have most of it done, I think I'm gonna put it on pause until I feel inspired to complete it. In the meanwhile, expect either more BuckShot, more BloodyBouquet, or more of these RadioRebel one-offs!
I'm actually mad how easily this one shot came to me wdym porn without plot takes me one hour but a proper chapter takes me 1 week?!
actually that sounds relatively normal
anyways- think of this as a bit of a... test run for CabinCaptive Alastor. I don't think canon alastor or even my version of Alastor would EVER initiate sex without explicit consent, but sometimes you gotta bend a blobros personality to have some fun with your writing. and at the end of the day, that's what fanfiction is about!
cws/tags : somnophila, p in v, pre-established relationship, oral (f! receiving), guilty sex
It was another late night at the radio station. It always was.
Those corporate bastards loved squeezing Alastor for every dime he was worth all while giving him crumbs in return. That's just how it was. That's all he was worth the them.
But what really peeved him was the time it took away from being with his beloved.
Wendy was already asleep by the time he got home. Curled up in bed, clinging to his pillow with her nose stuck deep in the cotton fabric that carried the scent of his shampoo. She had kicked all the covers down to the foot of the bed, laid on her stomach and sprawled out to absorb every hint of coolness the half-empty bed had.
Alastor chuckled softly at the sight.
He began to undress, pulling off his tie as he kissed her head and stroked her hair. He had moved to grab some nightclothes when the moonlight shined extra bright through their window via the ending eclipse of a cloud.
Wendy always looked beautiful in the moonlight. The way it made her long black locks glisten, the way it bounced off her fair skin, the way it made her green eyes sparkle like stars. It made her glow without glowing enough to overshadow her. So of course, he had to steal a glance.
And then Alastor noticed she was wearing that clad little cream slip he loved so much.
Silk and soft and skimpy. Scrunched up halfway over her plump ass- looking oh so tempting to touch. Supple and squishy. Too tantalizing not to make his mind wander.
But Alastor snapped his head away with a heavy blush.
She's sleeping. It would be wrong to touch her now.
Yet a little devil on his shoulder cooed to him.
She wears that when she wants you to take her. And she's your wife, it's your right to have her whenever you please.
He shook his head and contuined to undress, halfway to pulling up his pajama pants when his beloved mumbled in her sleep.
"Alastor…."
She said his name so softly. So needy. Squeezing his pillow tighter with a tiny little frown on her face.
It made his cock twitch.
His eyes traveled back to her exposed ass- her sweet pussy just out in the air like it wasn't the most tempting treat in the world.
Alastor moved closer to the bed without quite realizing, caressing her behind and running his thumb across her cunt.
"Mhh…."
She moaned. Just a little. One leg scrunching up towards her stomach and exposing her womanhood even further as the other streached outwards.
If she wasn't so completely passed out, he would has assumed Wendy was doing this on purpose…
Alastor swallowed hard and crawled onto the bed, running his hand through her hair as he spread her cheeks and continued to stroke her fat vagina.
He looked away, hand clasping over his mouth as his sex ached even harder.
Disgusting.
But she was so precious like this. So vaunerable and all his.
Lust overrode his conscience as he dipped his head down to her core and licked a long stripe through her lips.
God, she tasted amazing.
Better than blood or human flesh or any proper dish Alastor had ever had.
And she had hardly stirred. Wendy always was a heavy sleeper.
He squeezed the fat of her hips tight and lifted her bottom as his tongue dove deeper into the sweet enrichment of her folds. Alastor lapped at every inch of her cunt until it was dripping saliva and slick, a string of spit connecting his lips to her pussy as he pulled away.
Her ass stayed lifted for him as he freed his cock and pumped the length while he took in every inch of her body.
Wendy was completely unbothered, lips parted as drool dribbled down onto the pillow she was holding so very tightly. Alastor ran his fingers through her long black hair once again as he guided himself into her heat, murmuring apologizes for the invasion.
"I'm sorry..I'm sorry, love ….I'm sorry…"
He nearly cried- but kept going until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Wendy squeaked softly at the intrusion, gripping the pillow tighter.
"Oh sweetheart…I'm so sorry….I'm sorry….I'll be quick, I promise….." He caged over her, whispering in her ear as his hips began to buck back and forth with gentle motions.
"Mhh…" Wendy whimpered, brow furrowing while her beloved used her sleeping body. Alastor simply kissed the side of her head, holding her close and tight like his loving hold could soothe the sting of his size.
"I've got you, darling….you're okay…you're…mmh…oh you feel so good….ahh….I'm sorry….I'm sorry…"
His pace began to quicken as he lost himself in the divine sensation of her hot pussy. Wet and warm and tight- tighter than when she was awake. Alastor hated how good it felt.
The gentle motions quickly turned into rough snaps, skin on skin clapping through the quiet bedroom as Alastor bit her neck to muffle his own moans. A poor mistake.
"Mmh…mn….A-Alastor…?" Wendy stirred, eyes fluttering open as his passion had her pushed deep into the mattress. "What are you….mm….mmh….aah….!"
"Shhh…it's okay, love….it's okay…. I-I'm almost….ahh…." He held a hand over her eyes, trying to guide her back to sleep.
Wendy grumbled incoherently, hardly awake enough to argue. Not that she wanted to anyways- he was holding her and that felt good. Her cunt felt nice and fuzzy too.
And then something hot and sticky was spilled inside her.
Alastor collapsed, panting heavily as he held her with weak arms. He gave her cheek a dozen lazy kisses, murmuring sweet praise and guilty apologies.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart….but you did so good….you where just too tempting…I had to…"
A tear from his eyes hit her nose. She pouted, taking one of his hands and giving it a little kiss.
"Love…you …"
Alastor stifled a pathetic laugh.
"I love you too, dear." He ran a hand through her hair one last time before rolling off of her and pulling her close. "So so very much."
Wendy squeaked softly in response, nuzzling into her beloved's chest and drifting back to dream land like nothing had happened.
Original Notes:
I could have easily made this an x reader and it'd probably get so much more traction but idgaf (I give so many fucks) I wanted to write BloodyBouquet somno!!!
anyways, lmk what you think of this kind of.... shamefully horny human al . CabinCaptive al was already shamefully horny... but this one is like.... "idc about my own morals' horny
also, I am working on rewrites of earlier chapters for my other series! So far I got bb chap 1 done and I'm working on bs chap 1 and bb chap 2! I got some art I'm working/waiting on aswell for these which is why bb chap 1 rewrite isn't out yet, but do keep your peepers peeled! I'll be making an update post on my Tumblr when they are out ( @dawn-of-fawn)
as always thank you sososos much for reading! ily, don't forget to take care of yourself, and remember that to be cringe is to be free!
warning: this is a yumeship post!! maybe I'll make an individual post on my ideas for modern! Alastor some other time....
yes most of this is copypasted from discord shot me ig
Alastor and Wendy are a couple in New Orleans who met shortly after she moved. They got along wonderfully- both having an interest in history and vintage technology among other things- until one night they found out that they were both serial killers! that's when they decided they were perfect for eachother and got married... for tax benefits bc "marriage is a Christian scam" - Alastor, probably.
Wendy still works as a tour guide for New Orleans Tour Co. Evreything at work is the same, though her relationship with Jackson is slightly different. Jackson is a jelly monster and goes full on Nice Guy. "I don't like your boyfriend... he never buys you flowers. If I was your boyfriend... I'd get you flowers everyday... heh" (Alastor does in fact constantly buy her flowers). The goons from the strip club finally leave her alone too bc they're scared of Alastor. In fact, I bet they regularly visit the strip club to "appreciate the art"
I imagine Alastor would still somehow find his way to being a radio host- but radio is nowhere near as popular now, so he'd also pick up voice acting via Wendy's insist suggesting.
He's still a gentleman... when he wants to be. He does love to mercilessly tease his wife! Alastor sadly wouldn't have the transatlantic accent anymore because... it's the fucking 21st century, but he would know how to do one along with a multitude of other accents. Courtesy of his VA gig. Stealing this straight from Micheal Kovach but I bet the fucker would slip into sultry voices he's done just to mess with Wendy.
Despite them both having a breeding kink in every other AU, I don't think they'd consider having kids. Well they would consider it, decide the economy is in shambles and the American education system is garbage etc etc, so it would be best just to....not make bebe. Alastor would probably get a vasectomy too bc you cannot convince me he wouldn't be like that mfer in that one Helluva Short about the orphans when it comes to wifey.
He's like this in all the RadioRebel aus but Alastor would definitely be one of those wife guys. He gonna mention bae evrey change he has (and Wendy does the exact same LMAO). They're the kinda couple you look at and go like "aw they're so cute..... I wish I had a partner like that.... I wish they were my partners.... hmm what are my chances at getting in a throuple with them."
I mean .. who wouldn't want a scenemo baddie and non-preformative cismale feminist? and you get them in one package?!?! But good luck getting into a yandere x yandere relationship as a third....
I imagine they'd die in their mid-thirties Partners In Crime style where they're both shot in a kerfuffle with the police. but then they'd meet again in hell and absolutely fuck shit up. I think Wen would even be more powerful than Alastor? And he'd be fine with that... just cus its wife. Wife can he the strongest sinner, he'll just cheer her on from the sidelines. Queen of Hearts and King Of Hearts type shit XD
