SPROUSSY SMUTSHOT COLLECTION !!!

by LemonGlazedCupcake

Summary:

Bottom Sprout oneshot collections !!

Updates randomly

Chapter 1: Requests here !!

There's not enough bottom Sprout in this world, like at all, so comment whatever you wanna see w that. 

 

Updates aren't frequent.

 

Post requests in this chapter only to avoid confusion !!

 

WON'T do:

- Scat, pedophilia, zoophilia, incest, stuff like that.

- Stuff with Flutter, sorry Flutter fans I dunno how to write her. 

- Anything with Ginger, I DESPISE the ship.

- Dom Sprout 

- Noncon 

- Age/pet play

- Inflation/Weight gain kink

- Sprout x human/handlers

- Cheating

 

MIGHT do: 

- PAST Noncon (For angst purposes, it cannot be glorified in anyway.)

- Piss

- OCs (Give a good description of your OCs personality and appearance.)

- Sub top Sprout

- Detailed plots (It'll probably be pushed to the bottom of the list if the plot is too detailed---I hate writing build-up.)

- Dubcon/CNC

- Manipulation

 

Weird shit I WILL do (All consensual.):

- Gore

- Bloodplay/Woundfucking

- Cannibalism

- Somnophilia

- Object/plushophilia 

- BDSM

- Heavy angst

- Selfcest

- Literally anything not specified in won't do

 

 

If no headcanons are specified, I'll go by my own or whatever I feel like doing, specify headcanons for everyone ! 

 

(ggguys please request comfort sex and overstimulation....ppllelase...)

 

(Will be updated in the future !!)

 

Requests are: closed !!

 

writer's block and depression is fucking me in the ass like i'm sprout, i can't lie from how much i kin him I might be

Chapter 2: Stress Reliever (Sprout x Vee)

Summary:

Request by: Flamenose

“UUHSUSUHUEUAAAAAA YEEESSSS FINALLY IM FIRST!!! OKAY SOOO..... IM REQUESTING THIS FOR LIKE TENTH TIME LET'S HOPE I'LL GET FED THIS TIME LOL
I'm respectfully requesting berrybot fluffy smut with overstimulation (wink wink) aaaand I guess that's it?? I don't really have specific plot for this lol I just want bottom sprout”

Notes:

FtM Sprout in this one cuz why not

I saw "tenth time" and "hope i'll get fed this time" and felt so bad i immediately started writing LMAO. this was supposed to be finished yesterday but I got distracted, expect that to happen alot..

Being on stage all the time had its fair share of ups and downs. The rushing feeling of everyone cheering for you, laughing with you, and having a good time only because of you, it brought a sense of fulfillment to Vee. However, it wasn't always as enjoyable. Some days, people are just a little too idiotic, stepping out of something to poke fun of, and into something genuinely annoying. That’s what happened this gameshow.

 

Vee had made the glorious idea to put Looey, Shrimpo, and Finn on stage for this show. Shrimpo usually refuses her offers, and Vee stopped asking after she woke up with her ‘bed’ surrounded by puddles of water. This time around, Finn had actually managed to drag Shrimpo with him. While originally, this seemed great, a rowdy trio of contestants to keep the audience entertained—it eventually escalated. Not only was everyone getting everything wrong, but Shrimpo had to be dragged off stage because he kept trying to pop Looey for getting more points than him. Finn, being the oh-so ‘great pal’, tried to calm down his fishy friend…which resulted in him falling over, pouring water over all of the stage equipment. How does one manage to mess up that badly !?

 

Either way, the show was cancelled, and Vee was made a fool out of. What a great day. It was certainly a lesson to learn for the future.

 

Huffing, she began her trudge to her room, a virtual vein on her screen to emphasize her irritation. If she had ears, steam would probably be blowing out of them—maybe her screen could project something similar.

 

However, her dramatic storming off was cut short by a certain overbearing strawberry. Sprout quickly had run up to the other, wrapping his arms around her with a dorky grin. Vee would’ve probably shoved him off and stormed away if he were anyone else, but he was Sprout , how could she ? Those excited laughs as he pecked all across her ‘face’ and shoulders, the way his pupils were practically hearts, it was adorable. Suddenly, it was like god worked in her favor and prevented Shrimpo from existing, like none of her struggles or annoyances did.

“Looks like someone missed me,” Vee chuckled, and Sprout simply rolled his eyes in response, “Maybe a little.”

 

With another peck on the screen, he grabbed her hand and began pulling her to his room with no room for complaints—not like there were gonna be any. If Sprout could bridal carry his wonderful girlfriend, he would. Though, with his twig arms and her metal body, there wasn’t much hope that he could.

 

The familiar reddish pinkish surroundings of Sprout’s room could be seen, his comfy bed and beanbags with a crappy old VHS player he borrowed from Dandy and some old movies. 

 

“You won’t believe the day I just had,” Vee sighed, some lingering anger bubbling up again after having remembered it.

 

“Same here, we both had shitty days ?” Sprout chuckled, and Vee shrugged, “Seems like it.”

 

The two sat down on Sprout’s bed, the mattress was rather springy and bouncy—just how Sprout liked it. Sprout set down a pillow on the other’s lap, laying on it like his own personal headrest. Vee had a sarcastic tease at the tip of her tongue, but she decided to let him relax without any issues.

 

“So what happened with you ?” Vee questioned, and Sprout rolled his eyes just thinking about it.

 

“Well, for starters, Cosmo decided to accept a request of multiple dozens of pastries, and we both had to do them all in only 2 hours ! Then, when we finished, Poppy decided to ‘borrow’ the kitchen, so not only did we have to clean up our mess, but hers !” As Sprout ranted, Vee gave an offended huff for his sake.

 

“Sounds rough.”

Sprout nodded, “What about you ? You seemed really upset, I could feel it before I even saw your face.” 

 

“Don’t get me started !”

 

Sprout raised an eyebrow, “Now I’m not sure if I even want to…”

 

Vee whacked his head, and he laughed and swatted her hand away. She gave him a glare filled with faux contempt. 

 

“One toon, Shrimpo.”

 

Sprout hummed, “Ahh…gotcha. He caused a domino effect again ?” Vee nodded, “Spot on, berry boy.”

 

“Well…I was gonna ask something, Vee.”

 

Sprout stammered, which was pretty rare, prompting her to raise a virtual eyebrow, “Something wrong ? You look a little overripe there.” 

 

The other gave her a quick glare, though it didn’t break through her amusement in the slightest. "Don’t give me that, what is it ?”

 

“Well, I was thinking…” He began, “We could…de-stress together ? Like—sexually.”

 

Well, she wasn’t expecting that.

 

“Uh huh…you do realize I don’t experience…that kind of need, right ? Are you sure you’re not just trying to get your own fix ?” Vee gave him an accusatory look, but it held no actual judgement. 

 

“W-Well… you’re the one who modified yourself just for that—so you can’t judge me for asking !”

 

He had a point there, she had done that with some spare parts and a dildo, a little compartment on her lower stomach that she can open up to mimic a real penis. Why ?...She didn’t know either. But, it came in handy, so she didn’t regret it. Still, it was fun to mock him. Sprout was always so composed, straightforward and ‘no-nonsense’ with people he didn’t know, and yet so hot-headed at the same time. Any form of tease or poking at him immediately gets him grumbling and flushing a deeper red than he already is. Though—maybe Vee just has that charm to her.

 

“Sorry…sorry, sure, I can do that for you.”

 

Sprout’s eyes lit up, “Really ?”

 

“Yes yes, now stop acting like you just got a big swirly lollipop.”

 

The two laughed at their own jokes, exchanging another ‘kiss’ (as close as it gets with Vee’s face being a screen), and changed to a more suitable position. The pillow still wedged between her legs, Sprout sat in Vee’s lap, already getting to work to undress himself—much to Vee’s amusement. 

 

His clothes were placed aside, and a trail of slick connected his undergarments and cunt. Vee raised an eyebrow, either Sprout had these intentions for a while, or his ability to get worked up over the smallest things goes past teasing. Either way, it helped with preparation. Sprout waited for Vee to say or do something, but he was just met with an expecting gaze. Regrettably understanding what she wanted, he brought two fingers to his clit, slowly massaging it in a circular motion. He sighed, leaning against the other as she watched, a light smile on her face.

 

His fingers moved from his clit to the rim of his entrance, slick coating the tips of his fingers. Shifting a little to get into a better position, he pressed in his fingers, breath coming in shaken sighs. Vee gave him an assuring pat on the head as he stretched himself out, fingers curling and scissoring, making him jerk his hips unintentionally. 

 

A choked moan was pulled out of his lips as Vee slid her fingers between his folds, massaging the sensitive flesh as he fingered himself. His movements hesitated from the sudden stimulation, but need overclouded his thoughts and the cold metal pressing against his nerves prompted him to go faster, struggling to keep his legs apart.

 

Whines and whispered whimpers of Vee’s name filled the room, Sprout already coming undone and looking like a disheveled mess underneath his lover. His fingers pruned with juices, and a sudden mindblowing orgasm came over him, along with him. His quivering thighs rammed together, getting glazed in strawberry syrup. Tears in his eyes, disheveled leaves, skin glistening with slick and sweat. This was a sight met for Vee, and Vee only. 

 

“Needed that ?” 

 

Sprout simply nodded in response.

 

Despite being given only a couple seconds to cool off, Vee already laid him on his back, pulling his legs back apart to indulge in the forbidden fruit. Opening up her little compartment and taking out the makeshift phallus, Vee lifted up Sprout’s hips, pressing into his tight cunt. Sprout winced at the initial stretch, lips pursing together into a thin line. Discomfort soon gave into pleasure, Sprout signaling he’s okay by whining and bucking his hips, pressuring Vee to move.

 

So, she did, pace hard and unforgiving. While (by default), she may not experience arousal, ramming her boyfriend into the bed was still a great way to relieve stress and frustration. From how wet he was, some could mistaken Sprout for an incubus, the way the amount of slick that pools out of him seems unnatural. High pitched moans and keens ripped from his throat as Vee gripped his hips to go faster, harder, deeper.

 

Sprout mewled as he felt a hand go from his hip to his clit, the friction against the sensitive bundle of nerves sending him into another climax back-to-back. He gritted his teeth as he found himself still being pounded into the sheets even after cumming for a second time, white dotting his vision as wave after wave of agonizing pleasure rammed into him at such an intensity it rivaled Vee’s thrusts. 

 

He was practically reduced to a melted pile of whimpers and pleas. Pleas for more or pleas for a break ? He didn’t know. It was too much, yet at the same time that was all he wanted. Vee had an all-knowing smirk on her face, watching as the oh-so confident Seedly was now incoherently babbling while full of dick. Moaning out her name like a mantra.

 

Vee.

 

Vee.

 

Vee.

 

“V-Vee –!!”

 

Sprout’s back arched as he cried out, the tears pricking at his eyes falling down his cheeks. His hips thrusted back with Vee, each assault into that perfect spot inside him made him see stars. He was in painful, heavenly bliss. 

 

Not being able to bear the white hot pleasure, Sprout ended up finishing again, dry. His cunt ached with sparks of sensations and soreness. Vee, satisfied in the mess she made, gently pulled out, wiping the remaining juices on her dildo with Sprout’s scarf. 

 

“Hey Seedly…you alive ?”

 

…

 

Jeez, how does she tell the others Sprout’s unavailable for the rest of the night due to being fucked unconscious?

 

Oh well, she decides that’s a problem for later. Poor boy’s not going to be able to stand tomorrow. 

 

Vee slowly scooped up Sprout and laid him on a nearby beanbag, removing the stained sheets and tossing them in the laundry hamper. There weren’t any available sheets at the moment, but Sprout could deal with a night without his silky bedsheets. Gently laying Sprout back down in in his bed after fixing up the pillows and blankets, Vee laid next to him, deciding she could sleep over for the night.

 

Though, she didn't really feel like going all the way to her room to grab her charger.

 

“Sweet dreams, pervert.”

Notes:

would you guys believe me if i said i finished this in gym class during a fight (a ball hit me twice)

please don't ask about the dildo idea i have issues

and vee experiencing 'arousal' is like a virus to her soo...if y'all want her to get horny or smth it's possible

Chapter 3: Compromising Position (Sprout x Twisted Sprout)

Summary:

Request by: Whatever is it (Guest)

“Can i have sprout x twisted sprout please? Ftm sprout and intersex twisted sprout.

So the plot it when sprout doing a solo run there's twisted sprout spawned on floor 10 with boxten. But uhh sprout kinda turn on so he finger himself. But twisted sprout saw him and decided to help him <3

Overstimulation, crying and tentacle sex perhaps..”

Notes:

i had SO MUCH fun with this one...yet it took so long cause my dumbass started 2 other projects WHILE i had this and another one to work on...whoops ! sorry for the delay !!

 

Sprout wasn’t one for solo runs.

 

Well, obviously. He was a healer after all. If not helping out with his pastries, he was often a back-up distractor—neither of which were good for solos. Why do a solo run then, you may ask ? Well, Sprout wanted to see if he could improve his skills for his team, how noble. It was going by as expected, slow and stressful. Sure, he got supplies and did some machines to keep Gardenview up and running, but it wasn't even enough to last a week ! His goal was to get enough for two.

 

As he waited in the elevator, he was descending to a merely floor 10...after 2 hours. He didn't know what he expected. This was all just so irritating. Now he realized how stupid his idea was. If he wanted to be useful, he could've just helped in the infirmary---or helped keep everyone fed ! But no, he just had to be all brave and go do a solo run. Now he's probably going to get killed.

 

The doors opened with a loud clang, and he was immediately met with the dreading sounds of the crunch of rotten leaves. Sprout hated his twisted counterpart, one wrong move and he would mutate into that. It seemed painful, the way it'd gurgle and choke on ichor, along with the ichor having made him larger. It was always nauseating seeing a more horrifying version of yourself chase you down. And the tendrils ? Well, he had mixed feelings about them. 

 

He swallowed, throat dry, begrudgingly leaving the elevator as it prepared to close behind him. He went to a machine hiding in a dusty corner opposite end of the elevator---at the fake elevator, clicking his Veemote and watching as ichor spurted before filling up the machine completely. One down, 4 more to go. He noticed a little cartoon of him and Cosmo baking together on a television near the fake, and he smiled fondly at the memory. Ah, what even happened to the show ? Oh well. He should probably do some baking with Cosmo after this.

 

At the sound of his twisted's footsteps growing louder, he quickly scrambled to duck behind a crate, forcing himself to look at the floor. "Go away." He repeated in his head, biting his thumbnail as his nerves tied up his guts. The footsteps didn't sound far enough away, what was it doing ?? He looked away from the peeling wood, watching...Sprout ?---Watching 'Sprout' from afar. It was only then, where he got a really good look at his twisted self. 

 

He never really got to pay attention to what it looked like, too busy trying not to die to do so. But now that he was able to, he felt his guts tighten in a different way. His face flushed and---what the fuck ? Was he seriously oogling over his own twisted ?! He resisted the urge to slap himself at the thought---no, of course he didn't truly think that. Everyone has intrusive thoughts every now and then, he'll leave it at that. But, it was rather pretty. Its leaves were sculpted rather nicely, swooping over its face. The glistening of the ichor, its body---holy shit. He was oogling over his twisted. 

 

Was he just that depraved ?

 

Whatever, he could ignore it.

 

Once his twisted counterpart left the vicinity, he slipped out from his hiding spot, speed-walking to the nearest machine to get out of this floor as fast as possible. This'll certainly keep him up at night. 

 

He cringed at the cold, rusty metal hitting his sweaty palms, and began to turn. It was difficult, as usual. He'd always pull too hard or too soft, it was so aggravating ! He tapped his foot impatiently as he turned the stubborn valve, frustration pooling in his lower tummy. After this floor, he was going back up. He didn't know why he got so irritated so easily, but there was no way he was continuing on.

 

His mind began to wander as he worked on the machine, going back to his twisted. If he were to perish and mutate, at least he'd look pretty cool...what a way to look at the bright side of things. Twisted Sprout...was nice to look at...not really...but yes really. Sprout's thoughts grew less innocent as the tendrils came into his mind. Those things, they scared the shit out of him many times before. But, the way the tip twitched in the air, the ichor slick and shiny in the lighting, it looked like it could be a very, very convenient sex toy--- 

 

Sprout slapped himself.

 

He tried to snap out of it, but his body betrayed him---the familiar, uncomfortable stickiness between his thighs, the tightness in his gut, all in here of all places ? Because of his twisted ?? Well, he'd have a very interesting 'hear me out' on his cake, and it may make him look a little narcissistic. His cunt clenched around nothing as his mind became more and more clouded with perverse thoughts and images---the tendril disappearing between his thighs into his pussy, being wrapped up and used with no break, the cold and slick organ rubbing against his clit—

 

A loud alarm blared through the room, knocking him out of his thoughts.

 

He was so distracted thinking about being fucked silly, he completely forgot about the machine he was doing. He facepalmed at his own stupidity, running away to hide behind a crate nearby. He saw a twisted Boxten running towards the source of the alarm, drips of ichor falling off of the hands in his head. Sprout looked away from the machine down between his legs, grimacing at how uncomfortably horny he was. He couldn't even think straight ! 

 

He couldn't go on like this.

 

Without thinking logically, he slipped his hand towards the waistband of his pants, slipping them down to his knees. His inner thighs glistened with slick, and there was a prominent stain on his panties. He started off just rubbing himself through his clothes, head lolling to the side as his fingers pressed and rubbed through the cloth. He sighed, it wasn't enough. He hastily took off his panties, seeing the trail of slick connecting his hole to the garment. He started off just rubbing his inside of folds, shuddering at the sensation. He molded the warm flesh like dough, movements uncoordinated and desperate as he palmed and rubbed himself. Yet it wasn't enough.

 

He slipped a finger inside, whining and squirming to get comfortable. God, he felt like a slut. Another finger joined the first one, scissoring and stretching himself out like he was prepping himself. He twitched and moaned at every curl and stretch, his thighs quivering and sweaty. His fingers were drenched, pressing against his velvety walls. He prodded against every spot inside him until he found his prostate.

 

"Aah--AaahhAAah ~!"

 

He quickly clamped his free hand over his mouth, realizing how loud he was. Did he have zero survival instincts or what ?! At a feverish pace, he constantly pressed and massaged that sweet spot inside of him, his legs spasming with every shock of pleasure that left him breathless. Was masturbation always this good ? Or was he just pent up.

 

Was this why he was so frustrated ?? Because he hadn't masturbated in a while ??

 

Okay yeah, he definitely was a pervert...or maybe this was normal, not like he'd ever ask anyone anytime soon. This'll be something he takes to his grave.

 

His pussy leaked onto the floor below him, and god he was so close. Moans slipped into his sweaty palm, he could barely form a coherent thought that wasn't sex. He needed this, more than anything. 

 

A low growl from above him, and Sprout's hand stopped its desperate fingering.

 

Looking up, he's met face-to-face with the object of his desires---his twisted. It glared down at him with a strange look in its eyes, and Sprout looked back in fear. So, this is how he dies ? Not while saving anyone, not in any noble way. No, he dies while masturbating to the thing that was going to kill him.

 

He scrambled to at least put on his clothes to die in a less compromising position, only to feel a tendril wrap around his thigh, squeezing it. He gasped at the weirdly intimate gesture. The hell ?? Was he being mocked ?? He huffed in offense at the thought, squirming and hitting the tentacle. Twisted Sprout didn't seem phased, only amused. It tilted its head at Sprout's antics, which only embarrassed the other more.

 

Sprout opened his mouth to complain, only to feel the tip of a tentacle poke at his lip. Quickly closing his mouth, he looked up at the other, questioning its audacity. Except, he still wasn’t being attacked, the tentacle still trying to go in his mouth. Sprout thought about taking the opportunity to think of a way to escape, but his thoughts were interrupted by the prominent ache in his lower regions. His body truly did hate him, huh ? Horny and desperate—having been disrupted of what would’ve been a mind blowing orgasm (which was probably why he was so aggravated)---he parted his lips for the tentacle to make way through. He felt the organ go down his throat, and he choked and gagged. It tasted like metal, it was kind of nasty—and yet he couldn’t get enough.

 

A muffled moan bubbled from his constricted throat, and he moved his hand lower to play with himself as his throat was fucked out. Twisted Sprout noticed this, another tendril coming from the floor to replace his hand. He nearly bit down on the tendril in his mouth as he felt another play with his clit and folds. He humped pathetically against it, drool dripping from his chin down onto the floor.

 

Sprout’s mind went blank once he felt the tip of the tendril slip into his dripping entrance, prodding at the velvety walls. Without much thinking, Sprout’s hips bucked down—attempting to ride it. Twisted Sprout held onto his hips, restraining him from moving on his own. Then, without warning, the tendril rammed far into Sprout’s cunt. Sprout let out a loud muffled cry, feeling the tip poke through his cervix. Tears pricked at his eyes, and his gasps and whimpers were let loose once the tendril in his throat slipped out.

 

“O-Oh…ooh god…S-Sprout -?” Moaning your own name was definitely up there in the top 10 unexplainable feelings. Twisted Sprout seemed amused, but pleased. It picked the other up, sitting him in his lap. Sprout noticed the—rather massive—tendril between its legs, hard and twitching. “ That’s as big as my fucking arm.” Sprout thought, deeply intimidated. And admittedly, a little jealous. Underneath the tendril dick, was a sopping wet pussy. Sprout seemed a little surprised, but he couldn’t help but feel a tightness in his gut at the sight.

 

He was getting a little impatient, rutting against the large tendril—resulting in the twisted growling and gripping his hips. Honestly, no matter how horny he was, Sprout knew that half of that thing would kill him, so he didn’t bother trying to push himself in.

 

It seemed his twisted understood that as well. To compensate, it summoned a group of tendrils, each one wrapping around his arms and legs, spreading him like a gourmet dish on display. Sprout squirmed and whined, his pussy dripping juices onto the hard floor. Looking down, a tendril spewed out of the floor, right below his cunt. Oh thank god. He had just felt it a few minutes ago, but he missed it so bad he felt he’d go mad .

 

His wishes were Twisted Sprout’s command, as he was slowly lowered onto the tendril. Sprout’s breathing came out in short gasps as he tried to keep up with the lack of control. The tendrils used him as a sex doll, fucking him onto the one on the ground like it was the last day on Earth. 

 

“Haah—ah…aah–~!” He could barely think straight, each ram into his gut made his vision blank—no, made him see the 10th fucking dimension. Sprout squirmed, trying to grasp any bit of control or dignity—to no avail. Suddenly, he gasped as he felt another tendril poke at his ass, the cold slick making him squirm. “W-Wait—” His cry fell on deaf ears, his moans increasing to a glass-breaking pitch as he felt the tendril slide into his anus, prodding his prostate. It massaged the bundle of nerves and he screamed.

 

Meanwhile, Twisted Sprout was just enjoying the show, stroking its dick and humping the wood floor as it grunted and growled. Huh, could it get pussy splinters ? Sprout nearly laughed at the strangeness of his own thought. His laugh quickly turned into a loud moan, his orgasm unexpectedly demolishing him and his mind. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, tears pricking at his eyes as he felt it continue.

 

“W-Wait—aahn…ah…ah…too much—too much -!” He wailed, thrashing against the tendril restraints. Twisted Sprout ignored his pleas, too immersed in the other coming undone to care. Two more tendrils came to play with his clit and nipples—and oh god it was so painful yet so good. His poor cunt was swollen and puffy from the constant abuse—it felt so short but how long has it been ? How long has he been being pounded from both ends ? 

 

It’s only when Sprout cums a second time with a loud sob, the tendrils stop tormenting him with scorching hot pleasure. Twisted Sprout squirted onto the hardwood floor, huffing and groaning—the most non-monstrous noise it has made yet. The tendrils gently pull out, laying him down onto the floor. 

 

Sprout, dazed out, tries to reach for his clothes. Drool seeped from the corner of his mouth as he pathetically attempted to undress himself, squirming as he felt his own juices leak out of him. He grimaces as he slid back on his underwear, feeling the fabric press against his sopping, oversensitive pussy. Twisted Sprout watched his surroundings the entire time he dressed himself, almost like it was protecting him ? Strange.

 

Sprout stood up, stumbling as he went back to the machine he was working on. As he tried turning the valves, Twisted Sprout summoned a tendril to do it for him, what the -? Was this thing in love with him or something ? Was he its mate !? 

 

Well, he wasn’t filled with anything, so maybe not… though it wasn’t particularly unappealing.

 

Goddamnit Seedly.

 

Eventually, he left this floor, his twisted leading him to the elevator with a protective gleam in its eyes. Sprout, looking back, actually waved goodbye before stepping in the elevator, immediately collapsing to the floor. 

 

“Got any tapes ? Spare some and I’ll give ya something grea–”

 

“Take me back up.”

 

“What ? Already pal ? But Sprout, what happened to that determination ? It’s only—”

 

“Take. Me. Back. Up. Now, Dandy. ”

 

“O-Okay…okay…jeez….you gonna buy somethin—”

 

“Now.”

 

…this’ll certainly be an experience he thinks about next time he masturbates.

Chapter 4: notice

gang tbh this is a little embarrassing but like I didn't expect the dandy's world fixation to come to an end so soon and for my mental health fall into a shithole after I posted this...so...

BUT there's a CHANCE (ba dum tiss) that i'll still like throw in a random chapter---probably only requests i found really interesting

anyways...forsaken time. (two time ???)

don't go after me