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Beholden to You by jayquinox for ivypromises (Darkhymns)
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
08 Nov 2025
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"Boss.." Husk wheezes as the tentacles wind around and around his body, keeping him pinned, keeping him prone, keeping him posed.
Alastor always did have a particular eye for artistry, and it shows here; Husk wrapped up and presented to Alastor's liking. Wings pinned, legs splayed and underwear slowly pulled from Husk's body.
Uncanny eldritch powers used with artful precision to immobilise and strip his helpless contractee.
Husk's breast sings with it, and out comes another hapless moan tempered by thunderous purring, and the reaction from Alastor is instantaneous.
"Good boy."
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*On hiatus - I've sadly fallen out of the OPM fandom. I may update some time in future!*
"Saitama noticed that his behaviour was… different.
Where he previously might have been indifferent or slightly exasperated when she stripped down in the middle of the living room, now he stuttered and gawped, his embarrassment starkly evident on his face. Before, he might have handled her underwear without so much as a blink, but now when he gathered her bras from the bathroom floor he steamed, holding them as if they were acidic. Previously, the sight of her slipping into the futon next to his in her clingy nightclothes prompted nothing but a small smile, but now he dimmed his eyes and cleared his throat, his posture stiff –
If Saitama had the capacity to feel offended, she would have."
Genos has an upgrade. Saitama is as oblivious as always.
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"Genos discreetly moved closer again, trying his best to be quiet and stealthy. When Saitama did nothing but breathe deeply and rub his bald head into his pillow, Genos settled on the very edge of his own futon, his bent legs subtly moving to rest near the backs of his sensei’s knees. Their forms were close but not touching, like an unfinished but perfectly aligned puzzle piece."
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Natasha explains why they cannot love.
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set in the 2000s. an amnesia potion sets off a chain of fix-it events for vox & alastor.
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24 Apr 2026
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New Orleans, 1933.
Vincent Whittman’s assignment (punishment) seems simple enough: recruit Mr. Alastor Hartfelt, the city’s famed radio star.
But his trip derails the moment he meets the man dressed in a smile too sharp, with secrets too deep, and a presence that hums with something far beyond him.
One broken ritual binds them for decades, pulling them back to each other again and again, to the one soul neither can quite break away from.- Language:
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Bookmarked by jayquinox
21 Apr 2026
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I have no appropriate words to articulate how fucking perfect this is. If you're seeing this - please read. You WILL NOT regret it.
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"It's the only thing I've ever (I've never) done, what if I never see myself ever be anything more than what I've already become? I need a bad idea, I need a bad idea... Just one..."
- Bad Idea, Waitress the MusicalIt's the 1950s. Alastor Hart is 21, and previously worked in a radio station until they got bought out by the local TV network to stop them going bust. Now he's working as an assistant to head of the network, 48-year-old married father of two Vincent Whittman. Vincent made it to the top with some pretty nefarious methods. Alastor has always wanted to use similar methods to dispose of his awful father.
Sometimes, all you need is one pretty good bad idea.
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19 Apr 2026
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“You look like shit.”
A red gaze sweeps Lucifer from head to hoof and back again, followed by a well-sculpted eyebrow rising pointedly.
“Yes, yes,” Lucifer says from very much not the high ground. “Pot. Kettle. I’m aware. Why do you look like shit?”
Red places his free hand on his chest, fingers spread in gentlemanly offense. “I’m merely winded from all the effort I put into saving the Pentagram from your folly.”
Uh huh. No doubt Red’s a real hero. But first, a point of clarification. “My folly?”
“When you walked straight into the most obvious ambush of all time and were used as the unwitting power source for a doomsday device that nearly killed us all.” Black-tipped ears perk forward. “Ring any bells?”
Oh, fuck him. Also, no, not really. “Well, excuse me for underestimating what you sinners are capable of. None of you have ever managed to hurt me before in all the millennia you’ve tried. I’m not used to ambushes meaning anything.”
“Hence, folly.” Red tilts his head to the side at an inhuman angle, canned laughter swelling in the background. “You’re so good at it!”
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17 Apr 2026
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Vincent’s problem was always the same: he wants.
He wants, he wants, he wants. And no amount of getting or receiving will ever change that fact, will ever close the cavern inside of him that always wants more. Getting is secondary, underwhelming in comparison to the thrill of wanting. Of chasing. When he found something he wanted, he pursued it single-mindedly. He made a plan, he pulled his strings, he put every piece of the puzzle into place. That was when he was on top of the world. Receiving his prize was little more than a participation trophy, and by the time he got it he had usually already found another want. Want, want, want.
Sometimes, at night, he wondered if his luck would run out, and when. What happened when he met someone he couldn’t charm or bully into giving him what he wanted? Who was immune to his silver tongue, his clever quips, his flashy smile or a flirtatious bat of his mismatched eyes? What happened when he took a risk that didn’t pay off?
When Vincent takes a spring break trip to New Orleans to celebrate his upcoming college graduation, he may just find the answer to that question where he least expects it.
And it will alter the course of his life forever.