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    Despite having the sloppy enthusiasm of an over-affectionate puppy, Vox is not actually particularly good at sex. At least, not with women. Even more unfortunately, he seems to actually care that he can't figure out how to make Allie come more than half of the times she deigns to sleep with him.

    Enter Valentino, stage left.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    Alastor leans on the wire cutters with his weight, and neatly severs Vox’s spinal cord. He has to swallow down his rush of hunger, saliva budding in his mouth.

    Vox slumps over, dead.

    Vox needs help switching out his head. Alastor is only too happy to oblige.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    “Look at me.” Alastor ordered, and the smallest hint of a smile pulled at his lips when Vincent’s reaction was immediate. His eyes narrowed, dark with amusement behind his glasses and his hand moved up Vincent's chest to grab his half-undone tie. He gave it a small tug, eyes never leaving Vincent's - that seemed to have glazed over with tears or something else, Alastor didn't care. He shifted his knee to press almost too harshly against Vincent's straining cock

    “You're going to finish. Quickly.” The words came out hushed but stern, like Alastor was scolding him. “There is a dead body around that corner and I don't feel like getting caught because you-” He hissed and he tugged at Vincent's tie, almost undoing it, eyes sharp behind his glasses, “-couldn’t behave if your own life depended on it.”

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    02 Jul 2026

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    Vox shivered as Alastor touched his calf, walking the tips of his claws up Vox’s leg in a prickling, torturous line. “Why is it that the man who’s always taken everything won’t even try to take this?”

    “Don’t,” Vox whispered, panic clawing at his chest as the red claw-tips reached his mid-thigh, even as a wave of desire surged up, desperately urging Alastor to continue.

    Alastor cocked his head, regarding him with bright red eyes. “Don’t?”

    Vox’s breath was coming faster, his vision swimming. “I—fuck, I—can we talk about this tomorrow? When we’re not drunk?” This wasn’t a conversation he ever wanted to have, but maybe if he delayed and distracted, Alastor was drunk enough to forget all about it in the morning. And if not, maybe with eight hours of sleep and some food, he could actually figure out how to address this without just blurting it out in the stupidest possible way.

    “Hmm,” Alastor hummed, rolling his head side to side, then curving his mouth in a wicked smile. “No. We’re talking about it now.”

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    OR: Drunk Alastor wants to know why Vox won't make a move. It's because he's built like a Ken doll, but that's not a problem for Alastor.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    “Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot,” Vox growled. “Sometimes I care about people, okay? That’s normal. That what you do when you’re a person and not just a psychopathic caricature. But I suggest you leave me the fuck alone about it and think about declaring a temporary truce, because we’re both stuck in this room, and your inhibitions are going to be just as lowered as mine.”

    “Oh, I’m well aware,” Alastor drawled, and let his legs fall open, revealing that he was every bit as hard as Vox was right now. He dragged his fingers delicately up the thick ridge straining against his pants as Vox’s pulse roared in his ears. “What sort of truce do you have in mind?”

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    Or: a deer demon and a guy with a TV for a head get dosed with sex pollen, and then things start getting a little weird.

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    Or: two psychopaths fail their way into a mutually satisfying relationship, while the author fails to write a one-shot

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    09 Apr 2026

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    I am so glad that the author so very thoroughly failed to write a one-shot.

     

    “So you’re saying,” Vox said, cursing himself for the fool Alastor knew him to be, “you like how pathetic I am.”

    “Oh, darling,” Alastor said, leaning in close, “I love it.”