CryingOverSpilledPerfume
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The sound Shane makes now is not a whine or a whimper. It’s the sound of an omega. It’s the sound of an omega in distress.
“Did he just—” someone says from behind him.
“Shit, Marleau, did you just bitch Shane Hollander?”
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Shane gets hit hard enough to trigger a traumatic omegatisation, which sends an entire stadium of alphas into frenzy. Ilya needs to get him off the ice, away from the danger, and onto his knot.
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20 Mar 2026
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Riding out the anger of a shitty workday with sex, now that’s something Angel Dust would definitely do. Especially with the help of his reliable, trustworthy best-friend-turned-fuckbuddy.
Anger releases the same hormones as sexual arousal yadda yadda, you know the drill.
We should absolutely dive more into the friends-with-benefits-to-lovers trope for these two.
(Angry-horny and most likely in love Angel and supportive -also most likely in love- Husk)Bookmarked by CryingOverSpilledPerfume
06 Mar 2026
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Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
28 Feb 2026
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When Angel comes back, disjointed and odd at times, Husk finds himself slowly helping him steer his thoughts. And maybe that implies coaxing him to eat, sleep, shower... It's not as if they're having sex.
It ain't a sex thing.
It ain't a love thing.
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01 Mar 2026
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Alastor stares, wide-eyed, not returning Vincent's angry gaze, but looking down at where Vincent's dirty hand grabbed at his shoulder, leaving a brown, muddy stain on his pristine white shirt.
Silence passes in between their frozen bodies, both of their feet stuck in the wet grass, unmoving. They both probably know what’s coming.
The very next second, they’re both on the ground, neither knowing who pushed the other first, but usually at this point, they don’t like asking questions. This is routine for them too.
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Vincent Whittman's job was supposed to be helping Alastor get rid of a body, but has instead decided to be petty and make their already fastidious job take longer to finish, delaying the mysterious plans Alastor has afterwards.In other words, Vincent humps Alastor's leg until he comes.
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01 Mar 2026
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“I tasted him, too, just like you did that night at the tree.”
“...And how was it?” Alastor murmurs, soft.
“Sweet. Warm too, he was still fresh when I licked the knife. Couldn't keep the taste out of my mouth for days, it clung to my throat– made me think of you, again.”
The building heat deep inside him curls, and Vincent just notices his hands have slipped to Alastor's vest – he has them wrapped around that sinful waist, feeling the pulse under his palms. He can feel every shift of Alastor's muscles, everything. It's a delirious feeling that makes him lightheaded.
He gasps. “God– Alastor… Wish I could taste you, too.”
Amidst the numerous research papers and the bonding ritual, Vincent proves to Alastor that he can be good.
Vincent discovers the depths of his own desires and learns to decipher a bit more of Alastor's signs.
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27 Feb 2026