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are you a good boy? (i'm trying to be) by captivatedintrovert
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
05 Aug 2024
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Alastor, in his usual hubristic manner, decides to visit a bdsm club for the first time just to prove a point. His arrogance quickly comes back to fuck him in the ass—literally.
(Based on the archival warnings for this fic, Lucifer is not the perpetrator!)
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18 Feb 2026
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just let me feel your throat open by captivatedintrovert
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
24 Aug 2025
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Alastor has spent his whole existence driving himself past breaking, convinced that motion might spare him the ache of being seen, but Lucifer refuses to let him run. With his cock resting heavy on Alastor’s tongue, he keeps him still and aching until every last tremor breaks into surrender, until ruin itself becomes the only way he can finally understand what it means to be wanted.
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18 Feb 2026
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Twice a century, Alastor enters heat. Braving it alone was one of his first true mistakes in hell, so he hires Angel Dust to deal with it. The only problem he didn't see is the professionalism. In other words, Alastor learns about the idea of Safe, Sane, & Consensual by brute force and Angel Dust is his exasperated guide. Heavy on the yearning, they're both idiots.
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Two hands take hold of his thighs, holding him in place as Angel Dust rises to a sitting position. They’re eye to eye like this, a more intimate version of the previous night, “Nevermind,” Angel Dust’s voice is gentle and reverent, “I shouldn’t ask so much of you like this.”Alastor quivers in annoyance. His ears pin back, stiff and agitated, “Like what?”
The hands do not depart from his thighs. Instead, they pet over his trousers in slow, rhythmic motions. To Angel's credit, he answers near instantly. It just feels like eons.
“Not like that.” His voice solidifies with confidence, “I just mean I’m asking a lot of you, right now.”
“Oh,” Alastor’s gaze is low, tired even though the sun has just begun its descent. From here, Angel is warming them both, his thighs a brand where they are pressed against Alastor’s.
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17 Feb 2026
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Vox had gotten worked up after his maddening number with Alastor in S2E4, but it did wonders to lift his mood to know that he could now do what he wanted with the once fearsome Radio Demon, now his helpless captive.
He has some enticing ideas to wipe the smile off the face of his defiant little deer.
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“That’s right, Al.” Vox let his fingers stroke lightly over the newly exposed skin of Alastor’s throat, delighting in the small shiver that Alastor couldn’t suppress, and popped open the next button. “I own you.”
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17 Feb 2026
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Just three months prior, you had found yourself in your broken down truck in what you thought had to be the "middle of nowhere" Texas. You thought things were looking up when a man who claimed to be the sheriff named "Hoyt" showed up and asked you what you were doing in the middle of the road all alone.
The woman took one look at you and then smiled, saying that rather than cooking you, you should become the newest member of the Hewitt family and that you'd make a perfect wife for "Thomas"
From that day forward, you were a Hewitt woman.The man who you were told would be your husband was named Thomas. He was a mute, tall man standing at around 6'7" and had matted, shoulder length dark brown hair. He was a burly man, very strong and muscular with a layer of fat on his stomach. Despite being a killer, he was never cruel to you. In fact, he was gentle with you, as if he was afraid to scare you. He let you get close to him on your own terms, Not willing to force you into anything like the others did.
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“Stockholm syndrome is a survival bond formed under fear, not love. It’s not the heart finding good in monsters, but the mind clinging to safety where it can.”
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12 Feb 2026