devilvette

[devilvette]

"I'VE GOT ALL THE POWER. YEAH, I'VE GOT ALL THE POWER. NO I'M NOT A PLAYER, I'M A PUPPETEER. NO, I DON'T PLAY. I PUPPETEER, YEAH."

#DEVILVETTE : an indie selective RP sideblog / feat. Velvette of the HELLUVAVERSE / written by dani. she/they. 21+. follows from @calamitism

[devilvette]

She stumbles a little as she's set onto her feet again, watching in confusion as Valentino immediately stomps away from her, taking his tantrum all the way out of the building.

Velvette watches him from the window, fingers resting on the glass, as he marches down and off into the limousine. Her eyes narrow briefly, before she's sighing heavily and stepping away. Her attention is back on her phone within a minute.

Fine. She'll give him the time to cool off first.

She can't say she wants to deal with him when he's like this anyway...

" AAAHH!"

He'd roar before letting her down, surprisingly gently from how erratic and destructive the rest of his actions were.

The moment she was on her feet he made an aggressive turn and kicked the door open. Storming his way out he'd continue his way down the stairs and punched the door to V tower open and was heading to his limousine.

Val would cover his baby in the thickest blackest blood he could run over. Shoot some stupid fuckers while he was at it.

[devilvette]

It could be worse. She could've put him in a pair of matching panties too.

"Consider yourself lucky that I let you keep your pants," She almost rolls her eyes, but she's evidently amused by the current situation. "Besides! What's the harm in offering a little breast support?? Look how perky they are!"

There's an almost wicked grin on her face as she leans forward to look directly at Vox's chest. Yep. She'd love to bury her face in that. But hands are kept to herself for the meantime, as Velvette continues to read Vox's reaction.

🦈 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘓, “ swipes her hand, vox is suddenly wearing a beautiful black bra that frames his… pecs nicely ” @devilvette

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    She earns an alarm sound, then a grumble.

    All the room's cameras turn their noses closer to the edges of the walls they occupy, as if affronted. Vox looks down at himself, expression tight; the line of his mouth small, and his eyes half-eroded by pixelated creases. He glances between Velvette and the inappropriate attire— well, he's not going to lose his shit over what's clearly meant to be a jab. He still crosses his arms over his chest. The material she's chosen is silky, light; oddly nice.

    〝Ha-haa. Very funny.〞  he drawls, frowning. There's a hoarser edge to his voice; nervous.  〝I can handle a dress, but this is unnecessary, don't you think?〞

[devilvette]

He lunges at her all too eagerly--good boy, that he is.

She hums as soon as his mouth meets hers, the noise only increasing in volume as soon as his tongue comes into play. Her lips part widely to accommodate, her tongue not hesitating to join in the fray, as her finger slips out of his port so that she's able to hold his head closely to her.

There's no teasing at this point. Just pure satisfaction in the way that he kisses her, and whispers his gratitude. Velvette sighs, eyes closed, and kiss broken for just a moment as she mumbles--

"I love you too."

And maybe one day she'll hear it back ...right?

But her lips are on his again, pressed just as firmly as the rest of herself against his body. No time is given to think any further about it, neither to affirm or disappoint.

Just pleasure. Just satisfaction ...and that secret third thing that might have to go unnamed for a little longer.

    He's all too eager to follow through. He leans forwards in one snappy motion, an excited hum coming out of him before both hands hold her face and push it against his;  the odd, barely there lips he knows she doesn't mind. His cool tongue slips out and pushes between her lips. He'll take what he wants by now.

    His wife. One he actually likes. It only took him a century.

    〝Thank you,〞  he whispers to her when he permits air again. He repeats it a few more times, his shameful habit in these intimate moments; it's easier to thank someone profusely than it is to admit anything deeper. That dreadful word in particular.

[devilvette]

His hand covers her cheek. A palm so big it could cover up her whole face, if he wanted to, but he's gentler than that. Velvette's smirk softens, growing into a smile that's all too satisfied.

At his face. The pink in his screen, and the hearts in his eyes. At his words. The crackle in his voice, and his honesty. At his wants.

"Then be a good husband, and kiss your bloody wife."

Because if he wants a kiss, then he can absolutely take it for himself.

    She's truly going to ruin him. She already has. A relentless love, he spends some days convincing himself it doesn't mean as much as he thinks; it matters too much now. She's yelled at him and then kissed him and made him feel loved and it's the duty of a man to love his wife, what a failure he's been in the past and will continue to be if he doesn't show her now. Through simple touches, long caresses, he moves one hand to hold her cheek as she makes him look up at her.

    The shade of his face is lightly dipped in pink, like dye sprinkled sparingly in an ocean. He watches her through hearts as each breath he takes comes out gently, and he twitches every second time she dips her finger in. It's like she's massaging his brain.

    〝I'm too fucked in the head to lie now,〞  he assures her, smirking a little at the wording.  〝...I'll tell you.〞

    He lets a beat pass. His voice crackles.

    〝I w-want to kiss you.〞  

[devilvette]

She's never given much thought to touch, generally. She might smoosh her cheek against another for a selfie, or refrain from hesitating at grabbing a hand and then dragging it behind her. With Vox, she's always aware of the ways that he touches her, clings to her.

Like... she really is something special. Something treasured. Something he can't live without.

It makes her feel as powerful as she feels... appreciated.

The electricity doesn't bother her. It can't bother her. He could never scare her off, even if that was his goal. So her finger continues, the tip brushing up against the inside, as she starts going back at forth. In and out. It's... almost like fingering, in a weird, machinal way, except gentler somehow. She thinks that his head is more fragile than a vagina, and Velvette manages not to laugh at the thought.

"No digging. Got it," She affirms, as her free hand moves and rests underneath the edge of Vox's screen, tilting where his chin would be upwards so that he's able to look more directly at her. "And you will tell me to stop if I go too far, won't you?"

It's not actually a question. It's an order. A clear expectation that she won't be very happy with if he doesn't promise her. If that's what it takes to get anything akin to a safeword from the old fuck...

    With a personality so large, it can be easy to forget how small Velvette is. Vox's hands take up wide expanses of her skin, curving up her ribs with his fingers bending to offer gentle massages as he does. He reveres he. He projects every notion of want he can through the tips of his fingers, as naturally as the current always coursing quietly inside him. She's smooth, offering no resistance. You could almost mistake her for fragile— he doesn't.

    He'd spare another warning for electricity, but plastic's a natural opponent. The slow pace she sets makes the sensation all the more agonising, in a delightful way that makes his antenna twitch where they sprout from his casing and send embers of blue light out in short showers. He lets out a soft moan, like the air's been pulled out of his chest, his voice a mere layer beneath his heavy breath. He keeps his eyes open, watching her.

    He doesn't want to say he doesn't trust her. Doesn't want to even imply it; but he can't say it, either.

    〝Y—you're inside my head with those,〞  he says quietly.  〝So don't dig around.〞

[devilvette]

In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

[devilvette]

As soon as she's released, she takes a step away from Valentino and then turns around to face him again. She already feels a little colder without his hands on her...

"If I had real skin, you might give me shivers too, Vee~" She assures him, lightly, and reaches forward to rest her hands against his covered up hips.

"You gonna give me a show too...?"

A deep chuckle echoes, his hands sliding higher along her waist.

ཐིཋྀ "Better.", Val purrs in response but still takes the hint, slowly releasing her slender figure, pointy nails lightly scratching the bare skin of her midsection.

"You send shivers down my spine..."

"... not many of my whores can do that."

[devilvette]

You know, I haven't been watching much TV lately... ...SCRAMBLES THE BRAIN!

[devilvette]

"Oh, I'm the kitty-cat, am I?"

That's a new one.

Velvette looks incredibly amused as she pulls back, taking in the sight of Charlie. She wonders how many people in Hell have had the chance to see their princess like this... Hair hanging loosely, skin bare, and a gentle desire that manages to burn in her eyes. It makes Velvette feel exclusive as fuck ...and maybe something else special.

"I think you'd make a great little lap kitty for me," She counters, reaching forward to rest a finger underneath Charlie's chin and tilt her head back slightly, just to get a better look at her face.

the   princess   let   out   a   chuckle   at   her   response,   making   herself   more   comfortable   in   her   nude   as   she   opted   to   stare   at   the   ceiling   for   a   moment;   sighing   gently.   hairties   undone,   she   didn't   feel   an   ounce   of   shame   being   in   her   natural   state—    yet,   hearing   the   shuffles   of   velvette's   own   body   as   she   rolled   onto   her   side,   body   covered   again...

...   well,   she   definitely   felt   ashamed   in   her   own   skin   with   a   beauty   like   her   staring   her   down.

charlie   accepted   the   soft   kiss   to   her   lips   as   she   hummed   gently,   eyes   gently   opening   to   look   at   her   with   wanting   eyes.   velvette   was   like   a   different   world   to   her;   somewhere   she   had   never   been   before   that   made   her   just   explode   with   a   sensation   of   feeling   so   good.   to   have   someone   look   at   her   that   way,   it   warmed   her.

"    mh...   but   i   always   feel   good   when   i'm   with   you,   kitty-cat,   "    charlie   chuckled   as   she   opted   to   kiss   back   instead,   almost   as   if   to   push   her   into   a   softer   environment   from   what   they   had   before,   to   calm   their   minds.

god   forgive   me,   she   thought,   for   this   woman   was   going   to   kill   her.

[devilvette]

She does watch as the hem of her shirt rides up from Vox touching her stomach. His hand is large, it covers up quite a lot of her skin. She's entertained herself with the image of him picking her up with one hand, one of these days... Is that something she wants?

For now, Velvette hums quietly at the sensation of his skin running over hers, appreciative of the way it feels on her plastic. Being touched by him is always so unique, so grounding.

Her gaze switches towards his face, able to better see his screen now that he's sitting up. And she keeps her gaze locked on his screen, just to see what happens as she finally slips a finger, slow and easy, into his port...

    He opens his mouth to say something— that it's juvenile to tell him that when they're already this close, permission implied; but that's how he and Valentino have always worked. Not him and Velvette.

    〝Yeah. 'Course.〞

    He swallows the reflex down to speak with actions instead, loosening his grip around her waist to prop himself up enough that he can smooth his hands up her torso, then back down, flexing the scope of both textures his shark skin provides.

    He keeps his head bowed, letting her teasing continue, a low groan unwinding from the back of his throat the longer that she traces around and around.

[devilvette]

When she's initially grabbed, Velvette shrieks. "You fucking--!"

She winces at the way that Valentino screams in her face, her legs dangling and kicking while her hands are wrapped tightly around his wrists. Her eyes are wide as she stares at him, shocked, certainly, but also... afraid? Uncertain.

She doesn't have an answer for him. She... wishes that she did.

Velvette stares forward, lips pursed together, as she forces the both of them to sit in silence. And then her eyes narrow slightly.

"Valentino. Put me down. Now."

" And what the fuck else do you have huh? "

It was his turn to close the distance between them this time. The pimp was not thinking much at this point, did he want to ho hurt her? No. Was he absolutely desperate and panicking in the moment? Yes. He did love her in his own twisted way, and in that love he could care for the things she cared about and feel glad she had some glimmer of peace.

There was another side though. It tormented to know some part of her was happy, and that he wasn't. That he never could be. That all he had going for him was this hollow self destructive life.

Hands would grip her by the shirt and lift her up in the air, he was screaming at her now.

" WHAT IS IT YOU GOT THAT I DON'T?! WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL YOU GET A NICE FUCKING JOB AND A FUCKING ARTSY BULLSHIT?!?! EVERYDAY I WAKE UP AND KNOW I CAN'T GO BACK! I'VE HURT TO MANY PEOPLE! ANYTIME SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS TO ME LIKE YOU AND VOX I FUCKING SEE THEM! FEEL THEM! STARRING INTO MY GOD DAMN SOUL! WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU AND VOX SO FUCKING HAPPY ALL THE TIME?! WHAT MAKES YOU TWO WHOLE HUH?! WHAT AM I MISSING HERE!?!?!?!?!?!"

" TELL ME!"

[devilvette]

will I ever make a post about vel’s demonic form? one day maybe…

for now, imagine something akin to the b.eldam/other mother from c.oraline. those sewing needle hands especially :)

[devilvette]

If not for her plastic skin, her face might be completely red right now. She scowls at the way that Valentino rants, points at all her achievements, as if they mean absolutely nothing. She knows they mean nothing, but what's the alternative? Becoming like him??

"Oh do you ever shut the FUCK UP??"

Without meaning to, a series of pink velvet ribbons are conjured up within her hands, immediately shooting forward to wrap around the entirety of Valentino's mouth. Velvette's eyes widen with shock, but she takes the opportunity while it's present.

"And who the fuck do you think you are to say ANYTHING about how I lived my life? Or my death? I ain't you!! And I have the fucking cunt to prove it!"

" Expect me to understand? I understand you have no BUSINESS having any fucking kinda pride and meanin in any of this shit! What?! You think you'll ever do somethin' that means a damn down here?!"

Oh he in it now.

Pointing around at all the costumes, all the pictures, the awards, the posters. All the pride she took in all these things she had.

" You think for a fucking SECOND you can be happy? With the shitty life you lived? Naaaaaaaaaaaaaa, nahnahnaaaaaaah! You are in the shit baby! Just like me and Vox, we can't be happy! We can't love a damn thing! We are all fucking miserable, trapped in a numbers game! A god damn numbers game as we drown ourselves in sex, drugs, and violence!

When the fuck are you gonna learn that shit?! "

[devilvette]

Her smirk remains soft, but Velvette doesn't particularly lighten up. Her finger continues its teasing circle around the rim of his port. She really could just slip it inside...

Sighing, she maintains the tease for now though, letting her other hand rest over his as it splays over her skin. The smirk on her lips does lessen somewhat as more of her skin becomes visible though.

"...you can return the favor, you know," She says after a moment, clearing her throat softly. "If you want to touch me... You can."

She thinks it might help her own growing discomfort all of a sudden.

    Some cruel form of teasing, he thinks, but he likes the cruelty. It's the spark he'd seen her when they'd first met that keeps him helpless to keep her company now; loathe as he is to say that their team wouldn't work without one another. The world would be simpler, and lovelier, if Vox was the definitive of it all.

    But then he wouldn't have Velvette.

    The circuit lines purr as blue as the light of his face, his back curving like a cat waiting to have a hand run along it.

    〝Don't say I didn't warn you,〞  he tells her with an edge of play, fingers splaying over where they curve on her waist, idly caressing. Sour as his mood had been, the kisses she'd placed on him linger dutifully like phantom love, and he trusts her not to do anything untoward.

[devilvette]

Because it's not just about the money. It's about her reputation. Her art. All of the time, sweat, and tears she put into something that she loves--

"I don't know why the fuck I expected you to understand," Velvette scowls, closing her eyes and reaching up to rub at her temple, already feeling a migraine settling in her head. "If you don't get how important my work is to me by now..."

Groaning, she shakes her head and turns away from Valentino. "You're banned from my workshop, got that?"

He just starred down at her, his anger rising to the point he felt like he was going to explode. The nerve of her getting into his space like this. Like he wouldn't throw her off the V tower without a second thought. The image filled his brain for several moments.

All before going quiet. She was right, even if she wasn't was this really worth all the trouble?

" Vox lets me shoot his people all the time. We've had the dynamic a long ass time. Not used to so many boundaries. Why do ya care so much about all this? Its not like you are gonna be out money, that's what this whole thing is about."

[devilvette]

would anyone like something small or silly from vel in their inbox?