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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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17 Jun 2026
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Vox glared at Alastor. “You’re still not planning to tell me a single fucking thing about what to expect in here?”
Alastor leaned back and gave him a long, appraising look, his eyes sweeping down the length of Vox’s body. Vox’s screen felt warm, and he glanced down at his knees as Alastor leaned forward, opened the mini-fridge, and removed a bottle. “Champagne?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Vox growled. But he took the bottle.
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OR: Alastor cons Vox into being his plus-one at a free use sex party where the stakes are terrifyingly high.
Written for Vox Humiliation Week 2026, day 3. Prompt: free use
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31 Mar 2026
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A spark, however small, is still a spark. by habropathia
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
26 Feb 2026
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"Of all the places," Alastor mutters through gritted teeth.
He is not sentimental. He has never been. Nostalgia is a weakness reserved for lesser minds, for those who believe the past holds them rather than the other way around.
Yet, his smile tightens.
Annoyance flares honed and immediate, curling hot in his chest. Vox's face rises uninvited in his mind. Grinning screen, static laughter, hands too careful, attention too constant. The memory of wires and strings follows close behind, of being maneuvered, shocked and jerked around, in a way he hadn't agreed on.
Infuriating.
And it's outrageously uncomfortable too, the sudden awareness of something old stirring where it should have stayed buried.
Or: Alastor is free, Vox is angry, humiliated, and somehow still breathing. They are, apparently, done with each other for good, but a bar, a piano, and far too much history stand in the way. The past, unfortunately, still has excellent timing.
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27 Feb 2026
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Vox and Alastor have a deal. Once a month they roleplay around an alternating theme of their choice. Indulging in kinky no strings attached sex and fetishes.
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21 Feb 2026
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A bar rejection re-write. Alastor and Vox come to an agreement. Partners by day, dog and master by night. The ‘partners’ part of the agreement never seems to happen, but Alastor’s growing fondness and possessiveness over his dog and Vox’s obsessive devotion are keeping the relationship afloat, for now.
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17 Feb 2026