VOX DEI

I am not immune to Voxtek propaganda. Also, Vox would have a gigachad chin.

Glamor shot~~

Day 1: WIREPLAY

(Trigger Warning: Discussion of ED / disordered behaviors) 

I can’t stop thinking about how brutal early television must’ve been, and how flawless, youthful and effortlessly thin the hosts were expected to look. 

How, after years of starring on the screen, Vincent Whittman’s face and body becomes his brand. His body is all part of his product, and his product is his worth. For somebody as profoundly driven as Vincent, success, in his eyes, lends to nothing less than absolute perfection.

And what says perfection like the perfect body?

He’d never admit that he’s ‘funny’ about food. He tells himself that he’s simply disciplined, a professional in his craft, or somebody who is ‘staying sharp.’

But as he gets older, and the number of cameras on him increases, he finds himself drinking and smoking instead of eating. What started off as a few stimulants eventually evolves into a chemical concoction of amphetamines and drugs; uppers and downers, cocaine, really anything to keep him upright and shining. Anything to keep him smiling through the hunger pangs. 

And eventually, the restriction stops becoming about vanity. When he’s being worshiped as a prophet, as a god, why would he ever need to be tied down to such earthly needs as hunger? Something as base and mortal as appetite is beneath him when he’s seeking transcendence. 

Still, the emaciation visibly hollows out his cheeks and sharpens his jaw too much. It deepens his eye sockets and accentuates his heterochromia and, ever so slightly, he starts to look a little unnatural on camera. He’s still compelling, but the powder they dab beneath his eyes barely conceals the dark shadows that are forming there. They start to pad out his shoulders and chest beneath his suit too, and he hopes that it’s not obvious on camera. But it’s necessary; the thinness emasculates him and, in McCarthy’s world, it’s dangerous to be seen as anything less than hypermasculine. 

So the styling continues, but after years of excessive heat, pomade and chemical hairspray–not to mention studio lights cooking his scalp–his hair is brittle, damaged and thinning at the temples. Styling it now requires even more product, which only accelerates the damage.

And those blinding white teeth celebrities had in the 50s? Those are a product of years of harsh chemical whitening, and repeated treatments that destroyed his enamel. And with his habit of chain smoking, consuming coffee and alcohol, and rubbing cocaine on the back of his gums, the treatments would need to increase in order to conceal the staining. So by the end, they’re extremely sensitive, and he experiences constant low-level pain; hot and cold drinks hurt, and even smiling for too long hurts. Yet he smiles anyway, because that’s the job.

But one tooth at the back, the one he rubs cocaine on the gums, becomes so rotten and painful that it needs to be extracted–much to his dismay. A missing tooth is an imperfection, something he never wanted to allow himself on camera.

He’s still handsome, people say. But now there’s something else, something slightly uncanny about him and the strain in his smile. Though still compelling, he’s lost that comforting, good-natured, celebrity charm people always admired from the audience and their living rooms.

And mutterings that he’s ‘past his prime’ begin to circulate. It’s not enough for the general public to really care yet, but enough that people in the industry start to notice. Behind his back, the younger talent begin to whisper, and his executives quietly make plans to hedge. To the public he’s still familiar, prestigious, and ‘one of the greats,’ but to those he works with, he’s volatile, thin-skinned, vindictive, and increasingly erratic. 

But he doesn’t hear this; he doesn’t know that he looks unwell, that the audience are beginning to be put off, or that people around him are starting to despise him. Because, by the end, he has surrounded himself by Yes-Men.

Because, when it comes to Whittman, criticism is punished and any disagreement with him is career ending. Everybody around him has long-since learned to compliment his suit, to laugh at his joke, and to praise his script. If his staff value their jobs, they don’t refuse him, they don’t ask questions, and they certainly don’t repeat anything they witness. 

This only accelerates his spiral, because the feedback loop is broken. He mistakes their fearful silence for approval.

So his self-destruction continues; he can always be thinner, his teeth can be whiter, his hair can be neater, the drugs can be stronger, the scripts can be newer, the sets can be bigger, the suits can be brighter. 

Vincent compares himself to a supernova–a massive star that has burned so brightly for so long that it runs out of fuel, its core collapses in on itself, and it explodes in a bright, spectacular, violent explosion, briefly outshining an entire galaxy. 

When he’s at his thinnest, most exhausted, most manic, paranoid and unwell, is when he pulls out his brightest suit with its sparkliest trim. Because if he shines brightly enough, perhaps no one will notice the disintegration beneath.

By the time of his death, he’s still visually striking, magnetic and compelling, but it hardly conceals the decay–both physical and moral–that has begun to consume him. 

I couldn't stop laughing at this fucking soundbyte so I had to animate it with the Vees jdhfbvjdh

Extremely Self Indulgent USFW Scenarios... Add +Reverse to reverse any scenario! Revamped!

[Haunted House] : Sender and Receiver sneak off to make out (and maybe more!) at a haunted attraction.

[Hot Tub] : Sender and Receiver begin getting handsy in a hot tub.

[Massage] : Sender gives Receiver a massage. Receiver begins to become aroused.

[Clothed] : Sender and Receiver frot desperately while still clothed.

[Club] : Sender and Receiver meet in a nightclub and begin dancing together sensually.

[One Bed] : Sender and Receiver are forced to share a bed. While spooning, one (or both) become aroused.

[Dreams] : While sharing a bed, Sender has a wet dream and begins grinding against Receiver.

[Footsy] : Sender initiates a game of footsy under a restaurant table that ends in a clothed footjob for Receiver.

[Alive] : Sender is surprised to find Receiver alive and the two have relived sex.

[Confession] : Sender and Receiver have sex in a Confession Booth in a church.

[Tease] : Sender pays for a private dance from Receiver at a strip club.

[Doctor] : Sender is Receiver's doctor, and "takes care of them" more personally.

[Spank] : Sender spanks Receiver jokingly. Receiver is into it.

[Choke] Sender asks Receiver to choke them.

[Fingers]: Sender sucks on Receiver's fingers.

[Rip]: Sender rips open Receiver's shirt.

[Push]: Sender pushes Receiver's underwear to the side rather than taking them off.

[Wedding Night]: Sender and Receiver barely make it back to their hotel room after the wedding reception.

[One Night Stand]: Sender and Receiver meet in a bar/club/etc and go back home together for what they think will be a one time encounter.

[FWB]: Sender and Receiver agree to hookup on a purely FWB basis.

[Caught]: Sender catches Receiver masturbating and offers to help.

[Mommy]: Sender calls Receiver "mommy" in bed.

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences have been taken from different media to be compiled into a list. This is not a meme for minors, the content here goes from mild to highly sexual, topics like dominance, submissive, bondage,praise kink and breeding are all present so discretion is key. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

You are perfect. And now you wear my mark, your ass is mine.

Tie me up, please…

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me.

Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

A little vanilla never hurt anybody.

If you have any sense you’ll stay away from him.

Touch me, like this, like a good girl.

That’s it, use your tongue. 

I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.

I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I cannot do anything else, But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.

I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.

I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples.

As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.

Now will you please sit on my face already?

You are corrupting me, Theo.

But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

I want to learn from you. Teach me what you know.

Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. I will call you and you will come, in more ways than one.

What have I taught you? Show me, sweet girl.

Use your thighs, ride like it’s your last day on this earth.

I been aching to be inside you since we met, you devil woman.

Hands braced against the wall, and open your legs.

You tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth.

I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before.

If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both.

The nicer you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will get inside the bedroom.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

That’s it. You can take a lot more, don’t you? Hold on to me.

If you behave, I’ll let your hands go and touch me.

I love your skinny legs, and what's between them.

 I don't want words, but inarticulate cries.

All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want.

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

You make the sweetest little noises. But I need you to be louder, let everyone know.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?

And ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it's only that you're struggling to come closer, and I'm fighting the same fight.

I can help you with that.

Forgetting him. Moving on. I’m okay with being your rebound. I’ve already said that I want you.

You’ll give yourself to me? Let me take control? Let me send you over the edge of ecstasy time and again until you awaken?

Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.

I feel claimed.

You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word.

Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure -  and yours.

Watch me make love to you.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I want you sore, baby.

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, just take me as I am.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.

I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see?

You will be staying here until I’ve deemed it safe for you to go back to your life. Do you understand me?

Dominate you? Yes. Master you? yes. Make you yield to what you want, make you surrender to who you truly are? Yes.

Why don’t you scream my name? Let every other man and woman who you belong to.

I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

I taught you everything you know. Every man after me is just a shadow of what I did to you.

I knew you could be a good girl.

You were fucking made for me.

God is not gonna save you from me, baby.

My mouth wants you, I want to feel you in my mouth, way down in my mouth.

I am moist between the legs.

I came three times. During sex. 

Do you know all the ways a Lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you?

You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl.

Wait until you taste her. She is fucking delicious.

Lick my fingers and feel how wet you are.

Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?

Right there, don’t stop. I can feel it. 

Please come in me, I don’t care, I want to feel you.

Where do you want it, baby girl? Your cunt, your mouth or your neck?

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.

Seriously? In the morning, again? 

You said to rest but I can feel you hard against my back. 

You can do all the rest sweet, let me take care of you.

I want you to fuck me, Chris.

A little playful banter never hurt — or did it?

One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.

Come here and undress me.

How am I supposed to do my job when all I can think about is getting back to you?

Someone could walk in on us. 

Better be good and come fast, then. Or everyone will see you begging for more.

I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

Am I doing it good, baby? Just like you taught me? 

Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl. 

When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt.

My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.

How many have been with you ever since? Or no one compared? Tell me.