#voodoodaaddy

[angelichooves]

@voodoodaaddy replied to your post “Hmmm. He'd love to be married again. But what was...”:

"I'd eat your drumstick legs if I could."

✥✧∘* "That's not matching freak, little Sinner. You're just wanting a delicacy that's not meant for you."

[letsstaytuned]

Don't let this innocent face fool you. She will castrate a bitch.

[alteregozowie]

Alastor manifests behind Zowie, his expression filled with amusement. "I heard you've been rather naughty today my dear." He tsked. "Do I need to remind you to stop being a brat?"

Alastor knew he shouldn't have been nosey, sifting and poking around the other's personal space while waiting for him to return, so when his feral darling suddenly appeared behind him, it completely startled him. He jumped a little, whirling around and took to looking at him coyly.

Did he need the reminder?

Absolutely.

And if he was offering......well he wasn't going to just agree out loud. So he fidgeted, glancing up at him, and nodded. Alastor didn't think he's ever blushed so hard in his life.

[hells-hazbins]

"I'm going to put so many fawn in you~"

[🍎] "I think I misheard you. What are you putting in me?"

[brokendreamscreation]

Context

Sighs "That's it, I'm going to have to fuck the horny out of you" Rolls up sleeves. - @voodoodaaddy

The seraphim chirps, wings a flutter with gleeful delight. Lucid undoes his pants and drops them, kicking them off to the side, his tunic draping down to his thighs. A glint of familiar mischief twinkles in his ocean blue hues, getting into a crouch…

…And then booking it into the woods!

“I’m fast as fuck, boi! You’re gonna have to catch me first~!”

[radioiaci]

@voodoodaaddy ⧐ "I'll treat you to a night out in the woods…..where I can chase you." He's wagging his tail a bit UNPROMPTED ASKS.

"...That's more treating you, I think."

If we're being technical.

[the-smallest-star]

sniff snoffs Gritt

"Uh... you good pal?" He's not stopping them, just a bit confused.

[toranoya]

Texting in the 30's

Saint Peter stood at the base of the Pearly Gates in Heaven, his wings shimmering in the soft golden light. In his hands, he held a strange device—an old-fashioned two-way radio, its surface polished to a divine sheen, yet its function decidedly mortal. It was a curious object, but Peter had a specific purpose for it today.

He smiled to himself as he tinkered with the knobs, adjusting the frequency to match the one Alastor had given him. The radio crackled to life, static hissing through the speaker. Peter’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Alastor had set up his own signal at his radio tower down in the underworld, and now they had a way to talk, even with the realms separating them.

With a final adjustment, Peter pressed the button and spoke into the microphone. “Alastor? Can you hear me?”

(Something I was thinking of the other day. :) @voodoodaaddy