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Kinktober Day 3 ♡ Choking ♡ Alastor x Reader - WIP

alastor owns your soul, collar n chains, foreplay, spicy, lime

hi, sorry. this is the host. just like- burned out completely, can't seem to switch on will. even when i do switch its a burnout alter

sorry no story today

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damn why have i never heard of this?

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Kinktober Day 2 ♡ Hate Sex ♡ Human!Alastor x AFAB!Reader

smut, hate sex, brat taming, reader being a little shit, no established relationship, denial of orgasm, story starts mid-fuck, porn without plot

"Apologize," Alastor hissed into your ear as he took you against his desk, refusing to look at your face. "Fuck no," you shot back adamantly in-between heavy breaths, refusing to give him the satisfaction. It had been such a silly thing really, you could hardly remember what he was mad at you about. Something about the scripts and ink. Ah, right. You had accidentally spilled ink all over the scripts. It was such a little thing, all you had to do was say sorry and offer to rewrite them, but Alastor was the one who had bumped into you, causing you to spill the bottle of ink which he had left open in the first place anyways, so there was absolutely no way in hell you would cave in that easily. Refusing to make any noise, you dug your nails into the soft wood of the desk as your boss railed into you repeatedly, jerking his hips at an angle that allowed him to hit your sweet spot every time. It was difficult, sure, but your pride kept you still and silent. Core throbbing as you approached your peak, you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for what was sure to come next. Alastor stopped, pulling out roughly, denying you yet another orgasm, "Ready to apologize yet, darling?" he repeated his question from many times before, only for you to firmly shake your head again. Sighing, he pushed you against the desk roughly once more, sounding disappointed but unsurprised, "Let's try again." Without warning, he thrust in, beginning to move quickly, not sparing a single fraction of a moment for you to adjust to his considerable size. He pumped in and out, over and over as arousal fluid dripped onto the mahogany wood of the floor below, a puddle seeping to the legs of the chair and table. In one fluid motion, he bucked his hips, thrusting you onto the desk, fucking you relentlessly until you were about to hit your orgasm again, pulling out the moment he sensed that you were close. It took everything in you to not groan with frustration. "Come now, dear. All you're doing is ruining the furniture and wasting your own precious time. We're going nowhere with this," Alastor smoothed his hair back, pushing his chair back slightly with the back of his foot to spare it. "Ready to apologize?" "No."

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Kinktober Day 1 ♡ Creampie/Breeding ♡ Human!Alastor x AFAB!Reader

smut, rampant horniness, breeding kink, brief mention of periods and ovulation, overstimulation, p in v sex, light fingering, dirty talking, baby fever smut is under the cut

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After being married to your husband for three years, there was talk around the neighborhood surrounding your lack of children. Of course, it didn't bother you, being perfectly content with the little routine life you had with Alastor. But in the moment, you started to crave a little one of your own to raise. The fact that you were ovulating made the baby fever so much more pressing, a "now or wait another month" feeling settling over your brain like a fog. The hormone buildup didn't help at all, causing your mind to wander so deep down the gutter there were fantasies burned into your head you couldn't get rid of. Saturday morning, you woke up under the covers, Alastor beside you. He had the liberty of sleeping in that day, his radio show playing a series of records that he had picked the previous day all morning. Cuddling up against his chest, you closed your eyes, basking in his warmth for a moment before realizing you were wet.

Goddamn hormones.

Core throbbing mildly, you slowly began to act on instinct, planting a kiss on your husband's cheek, then on his neck, then another. A third and fourth quickly followed, a fifth not far behind. On the sixth kiss, his eyes fluttered open, smile widening at the sight of you, "Whatever's the matter, darling? Eager to get me up early?"

"Mmf," you replied by burying your face into his chest, breathing ragged as you rubbed your thighs together for every bit of friction possible, which didn't go unnoticed. "Ah," Alastor grinned, growing aroused himself at the sight of your state, "So that's what it is." Lazily, he rolled onto you, beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt in a teasing manner, "Well, I suppose we do have a bit of time to waste."

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Panting, moaning, and senses blurred, you were having trouble seeing how this was a waste of time. Your entire lower body seemed to be on fire, the world nothing but flashes of light. Alastor was all over you, hands on your chest, lips on your neck, cock pumping in and out. Occasionally, you twitched and spasmed reflexively, moaning out snippets of phrases. "Alastor~ Keep going darling, fuck a baby into me~" your voice was higher than usual, delirious with pleasure, drawing a dark chuckle from him. Power. The main object of his constant cravings. Power over others, power over the forces that controlled those around him. Alastor had something you wanted, therefore he held power over you. And he absolutely loved it. "Oh, really? Is that what you want?" another chuckle escaped his lips, "Beg." And beg you did, not even fully registering half of what was coming out of your mouth, head fuzzy and drunk on ecstasy. But whatever it was, it worked. Alastor's thrusts grew faster, rougher, chasing an orgasm, whispering into your ear all the while, "You want it, don't you? Want me to fill you up? Is that want you want? You want my baby?" Not even attempting to force words out, knowing you would be unsuccessful, you gave a shaky nod, legs trembling under him. The sound of skin slapping against skin and ragged, labored breaths filled the room as the sensation in your abdomen grew until it was impossible to bear. "Ah- ah~" your walls tightened around Alastor, your orgasm milking his out. Groaning loudly, he pulled out, standing over you as he grinned pridefully at the mess he made of you. "There, there, now. Let's not waste any of that," he pushed his seed dripping from your exposed vaginal opening back into you with his fingers, making sure not a drop went to waste. Satisfied, he yanked your panties back on, patting your now covered core affectionately, "Take a rest, darling, I'll bring some food up from the kitchen."

Alastor pulled his pajama trousers on and strode over to the door, pushing through the slight tremble in his legs. You heard the door open then close, followed by his footsteps down the stairs as you stared up at the ceiling, legs shaking. After a few moments, you mustered up the strength to call, "Al?" "Yes, love?" "Can we have more than one?"

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So, that was the first one! Hope you enjoyed. I sort of fumbled the ending because I didn't know how to finish it, but hope you liked it nonetheless!

[poisoned-ivy]

Seeing the positive reaction, I decided to go for it!:

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Ivy's kinktober(week) prompt list & pairings:

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ Creampie/breeding: Human!Alastor x AFAB!Reader ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ Hate sex: Human!Alastor x AFAB!Reader ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ Choking: Alastor x Reader (This one will just be foreplay) ┊ ┊ ★⋆ Dubcon: Ticci Toby x AFAB!Reader ┊ ◦ Thigh Riding: Human!Alastor x AFAB!Reader ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ Toy: Alastor x Reader (Yes this is a microphone thing) ˚★ Stripping: Husk x Angel Dust (Because huskerdust will forever be my OTP)

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ Be prepared, because I, who can front at will, have made a schedule with my host when I get to front(yeah, we're OSDD-1a(at least we're pretty certain it's 1a, you can't get diagnosed with 1a/b, but you are definitely one or the other if you have OSDD, just fun fact) meaning basically we can slip between alters really easily, because there's not that great of a boundary between us. Complicated, and frankly I don't know enough to explain) to work on this.

Stay horny,

Ivy

Kinktober...?

Thinking of joining the kinktober writing for the last seven days of October (25th-31st)

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the fact that alastor is actively being such a little shit yet charlie is so innocently oblivious and angel seems to have almost realised- this is too good. too too good. how does one write so in character like this

Hello! Not sure if you're taking requests, so do ignore this if you feel like it.

I adore your work sm!! Rewatching the Stayed Gone mv, Vox had a picture of a bootleg Alastor and pointing to his microphone were the words "dildo?"

Do you think you could write an Alastor x Reader, or just Alastor pleasuring himself with the microphone? (That sounds weird now-)

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

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Good Vibrations

the way I immediately knew what to do is proof of my depravity. I know it isn’t exactly what you meant but this is what I’m comfortable with writing. This was a quick little 30 minute write, I hope it still brings you joy 🎙️

After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, erotic but not smut?, smut is explicit, this is just horny, the microphone does in fact work, vibrator

Rarely was Alastor without his microphone. Even Vox made note of it. But, his voice sounded like it came from his mouth. Sure there was a radio affect to it, but he was a demon after all. You couldn’t figure out how it worked. Or rather, if it worked.

As you all waited to take your seats for dinner, Niffty having turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, you were caught staring.

“Is there something I can do for you?”, Alastor leaned down to meet your eyeline.

You blinked, “Oh, sorry. Just wondering if that even works.”

“If what works?”

“Your microphone.”

He knew it worked, of course. But your question felt… offensive. “Do you think I’d carry a functionless microphone around?”

Without hesitation you replied, “I do, yes.”

“Oh absolutely!” Angel pushed between you two.

“You do have a flare for the dramatic, boss.” Husk took his seat beside Angel.

Charlie nervously scratched her cheek, “I always wondered that too! But it worked in Cannibal Town, so I’m a believer now.”

“But wait-,” Vaggie looked to Charlie, “If it worked when you put it to your mouth why doesn’t he have to? It’s literally everywhere but his mouth.”

Alastor’s forced grin strained against this cheeks, black gums showing. You gave him a shrug and joined the group. He took his seat opposite you, pulling his chair in all the way.

You’d already forgotten the conversation when you felt something graze across your lap. Before you could investigate, Alastor spoke, “Why don’t we all say what we did today! I’ll go first!” Your knees shot up, knocking the table as a strong vibration lit up your crotch.

Vaggie leaned in, “You good?”

Slowly, eyes wide, you looked up to meet Alastor’s wicked smile.

“I went downtown to grab a fresh cut of venison. Niffty makes the best venison roast this side of Pentagram City.” You white knuckled the edge of the table, glancing down to see the microphone resting between your thighs. The top was nestled firmly above your mound.

“Hmmm what else? Oh! I got some deviled eggs. My, what a treat. My mother made the best deviled eggs. You know-,” as he droned on, you tried to push your chair away from the table. “Ah ah! It’s so rude to leave while someone is speaking.” He leaned back, foot reaching under the table to hook around your chair’s leg and pull you forward.

“Aww Al, you never talk so much! This is great. What else did you do today?” Charlie rested her cheek on her hand, eyes sparkling at Alastor.

“I am so glad you asked! Let me think, hmmmmm” He drew out the consonant, the sound making a rougher vibration than others. You were hunched over the table, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. “Oh I went to— what is it called again? Ummmmm,” Your leg shot up again, the silverware clanking against your plate.

“Will you just fucking say it?!” You spit it out louder than you meant.

“Woah! That’s not very nice.” Charlie gave you a disappointed look, pulling a groan from you, “What’s gotten into you?”

Angel looked over to you, “You doin’ alright? You’re like… sweatin’.”

“What indeed, Charlie. Well, anyway! I think I’ve made my point!” You felt the weight of the microphone slide down your thighs and past your knees. You took in a deep breath, finally able to relax your body.

“You’re pretty pale…”, Husk commented, “You sick or something?”

Angel pushed your hair from your forehead, “That face looks so familiar.”

Before you could answer, Alastor opened his mouth, “I think she should lie down. Allow me to escort you to bed, my dear.”

“You are so sweet today! I love it! Fuck yeah!” Charlie punched the air. Alastor came behind you and pulled your chair back for you. “Take your time, if she’s sick maybe she shouldn’t be alone.”

“If you say so!” Alastor practically sang the words. With both hands on your shoulders, he guided you out of the room.

“He’s the best.” Charlie beamed, “Alright whose next?”

༻Masterlist༺

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Kinktober...?

Thinking of joining the kinktober writing for the last seven days of October (25th-31st)

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Vox came to me in a dream and told me to post this.

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i do have to say that TMZ is a fucking plague and needs to be stomped out. the way they shared the news of michael jackson’s death before his family was notified, shared images of the kobe bryant helicopter crash before his wife had even found out it happened, and have now shared images of liam payne’s dead body for the world to see… just fucking slimy and utterly devoid of integrity

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⋆˚✿˖°Introduction and Rules⋆˚✿˖°

Hi! I'm Ivy. I'm an alter in an OSDD system, twenty seven years old, bodily a minor though, plus a lot of the others are also minors, so no I will not be doing things such as face reveal.

I'm going to primarily be writing on this, usually xreaders Interests:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Marble Hornets

Creepypasta

Botany

Fish

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I won't say MDNI even though I will write some smut, because I do understand that there are a lot of people under 18 that interact with that type of content and are absolute horny fucks, but do be aware that you are responsible for the content you interact with. I won't block you for liking, commenting, reblogging .etc, but I do feel sort of uncomfy being mutuals or holding conversations, so please respect those boundaries. So, here it is, both for legal reasons and my personal boundaries: Minors, read AT YOUR OWN RISK, but really, my advice is don't; And please don't talk to me about the stuff. It's not to protect you, I don't give a shit about that, but it's to protect me and my host. Me, for one, because adults really shouldn't be interacting with minors about this on both moral and legal faces, and my host, for another, due to 'system accountability,' which would mean they would also receive repercussions, along with the fact that their parents are unaware of the fact they have tumblr and is in complete denial of their OSDD(despite a diagnosis), so I'd rather not get them in trouble. The others do that enough. TL;DR, I won't BLOCK minors, but just... please be careful... and please don't reach out to me about 18+ things

LEAVE MY HOST AND HEADMATES ALONE. Do not ask to speak to them, ESPECIALLY not with creepy shit. My host and many of my headmates are minors, so leave them the fuck alone. I cannot stress this enough. I'm on my host's account making a sub-blog for my entertainment and they refuse to even look at mine once I start adding stuff(sex repulsed asexual), so don't waste your time and make yourself look like a fucking creep

Understand that I am not a perfect writer, and I'm here for, once again, my entertainment and to share my works. Sorry if this comes off as rude or aggressive but I don't owe a thing to any of you, so any hate comments about my writing, my writing style, or what I write about will be deleted and the assholes that posted them will be blocked.

I think it goes without saying that this is a bigot-free blog. So any queephobes, ableists, MAPs, antisemitic, or anyone else that is a disgusting prejudiced asshole that in general will be blocked. Proselytism is a big, BIG no-no. My host is wiccan as well as a couple of other headmates. They are all very respectful of other religions, but if they, the host in particular, sees any hate comments, they may be very triggered, especially seeing as there is a lot of built-up frustration of their mother trying to force them to be Christian and only Christian plus other details I don't want to get into to avoid triggering anyone.

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Please follow the rules, don't be a bigot, and have fun!