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New Orleans, 1933.
Vincent Whittman’s assignment (punishment) seems simple enough: recruit Mr. Alastor Hartfelt, the city’s famed radio star.
But his trip derails the moment he meets the man dressed in a smile too sharp, with secrets too deep, and a presence that hums with something far beyond him.
One broken ritual binds them for decades, pulling them back to each other again and again, to the one soul neither can quite break away from.- Language:
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25 Feb 2026
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Pre-Season 1 VoxAl oneshot fic
Mind the tags please! There's nothing TOO crazy, but it might not be for everyone!Summary:
Alastor and Vox have an arrangement where Alastor allows him over once a week so that Vox can take care of his perverted needs.
The deal is- no touching! >:)
That is... until Alastor decides he wants to try something a little different- consensual hypnosis where Vox can do as he pleases and show that Alastor can enjoy sex with him.Bookmarked by sto7itz
07 Dec 2025
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“In the back of his mind Vox could hear something buzzing on his bedside table. His phone, probably work, but he ignored it. It could not be more urgent than this, nothing could actually.
“Your beloved phone is ringing.“ Yes, thanks for the info Alastor, he was well aware. Vox bit down on the back of his neck sharply before dragging his sparking tongue over the bite, making Alastor freeze up for a second.
“I’m busy.””
Even one of hell’s biggest overlords skipped out on work sometimes, though it would most likely end up backfiring in his face.
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05 Dec 2025
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A sharp burst of static escaped Alastor; he had meant it as a warning, but the radio hiss slid unexpectedly into a sultry saxophone riff.
Both froze.
Vox blinked, signal stuttering. “…the hell was that?”
“Ignore that.” Heat rose to his face as he tried to tug free, but Vox’s fingers only tightened, and Alastor felt the pulse in his own wrist jump against that unyielding grip.
A slow, delirious grin spread across his rival’s monitor. “…oh. My. God. You’re not sick. You’re horny.”or: Alastor gets food poisoning from eating a Lust imp; Vox helps him out
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08 Nov 2025
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Beaks are not the best for things involving body parts, Stolas is more than aware. He doesn't think too much of it until Blitz brings it up, to his mortification. As luck would have it, Blitz is feeling all too generous and decides to take it upon himself to teach Stolas a thing or two about blowjobs… With some precautionary measures, of course.
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Blitz finger fucks Stolas’ mouth until he knows what he’s doing.
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05 Oct 2025