Staticdoll therapy au // fanfic "Sapiosexual doll"
Just wanted to write smth cute about them. Inform me, if you wanna more writings about The Vees. I'm in my StaticMothDoll period lol.
For them, sex had always been too primitive, too predictable a set of frictions, incapable of satisfying their bottomless intellectual hunger. True orgasm lay in the complete synergy of the mind. Although the doll never refused brief, symbolic kisses, purely as a token of gratitude to Vox for his attention.
This applied only to the two of them. What Vox did alone with Valentino interested the doll little. She even approved of this polyamorous relationship: while Val took care of all her partner's physiological needs, Vel and Vox could focus on their shared work processes. The doll didn't need physical intimacy. This strange, demonic body couldn't feel anything anyway, but the doll was still capable of strong emotions and genuine love.
Valentino initially pitied their babydoll, believing she wasn't experiencing a full afterlife with all those hellish physical pleasures. The moth was forever puzzled over her preferences in bed. He was the only one of the Vees who cared. Soon, he began to notice Vel's happy face and incredibly erotic voice during smart conversations with Vox that were too complex for him to understand, and he calmed down.
"Sapiosexual!" Val diagnosed.
"Oh, God, I don't give a FUCK," Vel yawned.
Velvette herself always joked that if the Vees suddenly wanted to share Vox, she would take the part of him she found most attractive — his head, because there's nothing more passionate for a sapiosexual than a brainstorm or casual chatter about everything and nothing until the wee hours of the morning.
Today, Vox and Velvette did it again. They merged into one cunning media worm and launched a complete reputational teardown on yet another foolish overlord who thought he was too smart. He tried to undermine the Vees during some morning TV show, and as soon as the interviewer started asking for details, Vox took over the broadcast and inserted a few seconds of a fake crying Valentino's actress, accusing her ex of being completely broke and unwilling to care for her demonic cats.
During the pause, Velvette managed to launch a couple of tags and redirect people's attention to the fake conflict between the actress and the new overlord. Her plan was for people to side with the offended actress and start donating to console her. And that's exactly what happened.
That evening, after work, Vox and Vel were finally sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room watching TV. Vox lazily runs his fingers through Velvette's pink locks and watches a documentary, her head resting comfortably on his lap. Vel listens half-heartedly to the wildlife footage and devotes the rest of her attention to the smartphone. Vox's face screen hums faintly, broadcasting a steady neon glow. The silence is broken by Velvette's sudden chuckle.
"Oh, Vox, Vox, remember our morning move?"
"Aha. What, any news yet?"
"They're still talking about that video! The audience doesn't care about the interview. Vox, victory is ours!"
Vox's screen instantly brightens. A wave of static electricity courses through his digital veins. He instantly creates holographic touchscreens at chest level and begins to examine the daily activity chart.
"Nanosecond to nanosecond, baby," his voice vibrates with rising excitement. "That was brilliant. Just like I planned, EVERYONE believed she was his ex, and after YOUR tags, they started doubting his power."
"Well, most people are always more interested in gossiping about other people's personal lives. Plus, it's his own fault for reacting in the comments and making excuses. He's not going to be an overlord, lmao."
Velvette sits up abruptly and, unconsciously pressing her cheek against Vox's flat head, stares hungrily at the statistics. Vox's hand is already sliding around girl's waist, preparing to pull her closer. He knows this habit of hers — she quickly slips out of his embrace if he doesn't pin her down and distract her with chatter. The doll's huge eyes glow wildly, the pupils shaped like upside-down hearts. Vel can barely contain her laughter as she reads the comments, but seeing Vox start giggling himself, she joins in and, relieved, breaks into a vicious guffaw along with him.
"Oh my god, look, they've showered this little loser with such exquisite hate!"
"Mmm, I smell cancellation."
"Oh yeah. You're hooked, sweeties."
"You're the sweetie," Vox couldn't help but let out a couple of electric charges from his antennae, accidentally electrifying Vel's hair.
"Ugh! Stay still, shocker boy."
Vox makes a sly face and strokes her head, trying to fix her hair.
"Don't worry, darling, your voluminous, tousled hair suits you."
"Anything suits me," Vel rolls her eyes and pulls away from Vox a little to fix the hair as she needs.
Vox isn't pestering her anymore, just flirting, keeping the distance. Vel understands that he's incredibly tactile man and needs to be pampered sometimes, so she has let him touch her waist a little.
She kisses her long nail and then gently taps it on the screen of the contented TV demon. It's her thanks for the fun morning. Vox stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the lipstick stain from her finger, as if he were her obedient dog. The doll's neck tingled pleasantly at the association.
This was a transitional moment in their intimacy.
No clothes on the floor.
Only absolute understanding, accompanied by wide, predatory smiles and piercing gazes. They see themselves reflected in each other's eyes and gradually calm down, immersing themselves in a quiet conversation that will last until an embittered Valentino comes to scold them and put them to sleep.
