voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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"The solution is simple," Alice says. "We pin his murder on another colleague – as inspired as your last kill was, I don’t think they’ll buy two employees ‘disappearing’ within a year of each other. No one expects a woman to kill, and certainly not as brutally as I do. You won’t even be a suspect.”
Vivian’s expression is spellbound. “You’d really kill him for me?”
“I would.”
“And I’ll get to watch?” she says eagerly.
“Darling,” Alice tells her, “you’ll get to take part.”
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On a quiet Friday night, Vivian and Alice share dinner together, dance, and plan a murder.
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- Part 1 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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“What are you two talking about?” Vox snaps.
Velvette smirks. “Might wanna look in the mirror, Vee.” At Vox’s puzzled expression, she rolls her eyes and snaps a picture. “Here.”
She holds up her phone. Vox stares blankly. Stamped across her screen are kiss marks, in the precise shade of Alastor’s lipstick.
Valentina is laughing at her. “Get it, Voxxy!”
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Alastor decides to stake her claim on her favourite picture box.
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- Part 2 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Vox thinks that she has full control over the frequencies she shares. Alastor lets her believe that. The truth is that Vox is so emotive, so unguarded with her feelings and thoughts – that she ends up broadcasting them unintentionally.
Pretty pretty pretty, goes Vox’s signal as she watches Alastor get ready. HOLY FUCK!!! it says when Alastor shrugs off her blouse, reaching for her nightgown. Mine, it says when Zestial holds his hand out for Alastor to shake; Adorable, it says when Alastor permits Vox to pet her ears; I wanna stay like this forever, it says when they’re snuggling in bed.
Alastor doesn’t tell Vox, of course. That would ruin the fun.
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A look into Vox and Alastor's shared signal.
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- Part 3 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Alastor tugs at one of Vox’s wires. "Would you let me rip them out of you?”
Vox swallows thickly. She imagines it: Alastor’s elegant hands, her sharp red claws, reaching deep inside of her and ripping something out. Slicing through Vox’s innards like ribbons. Holding the machinery that replaces her heart with dark, oil-slick fingers. “Hnghh…”
There’s a smile in Alastor’s voice. “Oh, my. You really are pathetic.”
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Tired of dissecting the same old organs on her radio broadcast, Alastor decides that getting her hands on Vox's wires would be prime entertainment!
And Vox - well, it'll be a cold day in Hell before she denies Allie anything.
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- Part 4 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Vivian closes her eyes as Alice continues to pet through her hair. Like Vivian is just a little lapdog, content to kneel at Allie’s feet while Alice pets her and gives her sweet, murmured praise.
“I’m guessing it was a long day?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Poor darling," Alice says, and Vivian pushes her face into her leg. She loves when Alice calls her those things: darling, sweetheart, my love. “You must be exhausted.”
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Vivian and Alice share a quiet evening together after work.
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- Part 5 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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“R-right there, Allie, come on, I’m so close – right there, right there, don’t stop, fuck!”
Vox lets out a long, high whine as she comes, and Alastor smiles to herself. “There we go, darling,” she coos. “Taking it so well for me.”
Vox slumps against her, her body shaking. Her picture box is always so sensitive.
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Allie helps her omega through her heat.
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- Part 6 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills
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Vox's fingers dance over Alastor’s underwear, slip under the waistband – then pause.
“Actually,” Vox says, “I don’t think we need to take these off.”
Alastor meets Vox’s eyes and wills her face not to betray any confusion. She’s – she’s not an expert in matters pertaining to sex, obviously, but being naked is surely a prerequisite?
Vox smiles at her. “It’s okay, Allie. We’ll keep your panties on,” she says. “You’re a good girl, right? You’ve never done this before. So it’s okay if you don’t want to be naked in front of me.”
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Alastor has never had sex. Vox is determined to show her a good (first) time.
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- Part 7 of voxfawn's yuriostatic week fills