13 Works by voxfawn
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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
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Vincent takes Alastor’s fingers into his mouth. Alastor pushes them deeper, making him gag softly.
On the TV, Vincent is in his best suit, his voice clear and confident. Here, Vincent is sitting on the couch with his pyjama pants pulled under his hips, gagging on his dom’s fingers. Vincent whines at the humiliation.
“Shh, darling,” Alastor soothes. “I’m trying to watch the news.”
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Alastor gets Vincent off while making him watch himself on TV.
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- Part 2 of modern murdermedia
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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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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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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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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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“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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"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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“Would it upset you?” Alastor asks.
There’s a telling silence on the phone.
Alastor laughs. “Of course it wouldn’t. Any attention is good attention, hm, Vincent? Wouldn’t it be so embarrassing to read what people said online? I’m sure no one could take you seriously after that. If they knew you like to be fucked ‘til you cry. If they knew that you may swan around the network acting like God’s gift to the world, but in bed you’re just a pathetic, needy whore.”
Vincent lets out a long whine. “Al,” he mumbles. “Ah, fuck.”
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Alone on a work trip, Vincent calls Alastor for some phone sex.
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- Part 1 of modern murdermedia
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Alastor leans forward. “What do we say when we want something?”
“Please, sir?" Vox asks. "Please can I eat?”
“How would you do so with your hands tied? I don’t see a dog bowl for you to eat from, either.”
“Please let me eat from your hand, sir.”
“Oh, alright,” Alastor says. He’s smiling. “I suppose you’ve earned it.”
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Vox gets a reward, but it quickly turns sour when he forgets who's in charge.
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- Part 2 of lapdog vox
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"Thank you for hurting me, sir."
“Oh, you’re welcome, pet,” Alastor says. He pets over Vox’s head. “Aren’t you lucky? To have someone so dedicated to caring for you?”
Vox nods eagerly. Sometimes when he gets hurt it’s for correction. When he doesn’t listen or move quickly enough. When he fails to describe the pain properly, or when he doesn’t cry how Alastor wants. But other times it’s just for Alastor’s fun.
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Vox is such a lucky lapdog. He's so grateful Alastor owns his soul.
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- Part 1 of lapdog vox
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“So, tell me more. When you saw me at the bar — I mean, was it an instant thing? Like, did you look at me and just know?” Vincent stopped himself. “Or, wait! You had to observe me first, didn't you? That seems more like your style. And those police reports – pretty colourful execution methods! Really gives you a thrill, reading about them… Did you start flipping through your mental catalogue, when you saw me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Alastor said. “I supposed I would kill you the same way I kill any other man.”
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It's not Alastor's first time holding a man hostage and threatening to murder him. He's just not sure why this one is so excited about it.
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Vox reaches over. Her movements are slow, hesitant. If Alastor were to wake up, she’d probably rip Vox’s head off by reflex without even opening her eyes. But Vox is greedy, and covetous. And she needs this. She needs it, alright?
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Vox and Allie have a sleepover.