#Valentino x Velvette

[artofhazbinhotel]

Valentino: Unvirgins your olive oil

Velvette: You stay the fuck away from my olive oil

[clarityroses]

Vees art dump

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

After reading some of your things here about the vees, I understand why Vox and Vel won't get along as a couple. But what about Val and Vel? Would they consider it?

I don't think so. Velvette might love Val dearly, but she's not blind; she sees what he does to people. (Vox sees it too, but he's a lost cause, exclusively into bad bitches who could kill him.) Maybe she could learn to handle Valentino the way Vox does, but I don't think she would consider the benefits of being with Val worth this much effort. Like, to her, he is not a powerful alpha male bad boy; he's just a pissbaby. Sex would be great, sure, and they would have so much fun harassing minimum wage employees at the mall. But at the end of the day, Val is not a reliable partner, and she doesn't find satisfaction in being a dommy mommy to an emotionally immature moron. She's young, she wants to live a bit without this responsibility.

Valentino, on the other hand, would be constantly frustrated by Velvette being mean (not treating him like the princess he is). They have a little flirty thing occasionally going on when they feel like it, maybe made out a few times as drunk bi/pan besties would. But in the long run, that would be a brat-on-brat relationship, and they would end up not talking to each other for months.

[jussafann]

"Are they are poly?"🤨

[bunnytornado]

Okay so imagine Vox smokes way too much weed one night and is crying while Valentino just sits there on his computer. Velvet walks in and asks why he’s crying and Val just goes “I thought it would be funny to pretend to take his nose but all it did was make him realize he never had one.

No Nose Allowed

Valentino x Vox X Velvette

TW: Drug use

Crying, Velvette had to listen to crying for the past thirty-five minutes. While normally she had to listen to whining, normally from Valentino being a piss baby about something or another, hearing Vox crying was grating on her nerves. Velvette set up her phone to record whatever the hell was going on in the living, Velvette slipped on her loungewear, and made her way to the door.

She walked out of her room and stopped to see Vox curled up against Valentino, sobbing into the taller Moth Demon’s collar fluff. “What the bloody hell is fucking going on here,” she snapped and crossed her arms. “Someone want to tell me why he’s crying like Alastor stole his fucking balls?”

“He’s high,” Valentino said with a roll of his eyes, one arm tightening around Vox’s shoulders, his two lower ones holding his laptop on his lap, and the final typing away at his computer.

“You say that like he hasn’t been high before, with out the fuckin’ crying fit,” Velvette said and walked closer. “What the fuck is your deal Vox.” Velvette nudged him when Vox would not respond. “Dude, come on fucking tell me what’s up.”

“I don’t have a nose,” Vox sobbed loudly and buried his screen into Valentino’s collar more.

Velvette stood there a few moments, trying to register what she just heard. “The fuck did you just say?”

Vox looked at Velvette and sniffle sounds could be heard from him. “I do not have a nose. I never had a nose. Yet I can smoke, smell, and everything else.” He started sobbing again. “Why wasn’t I given a nose?!”

“It is okay Papi, your darling Valentino is here is here. You do not need a nose honey. Noses are for chumps. You are a big bad CEO who does not need one. Everyone else does so they can turn it brown,” Valentino purred and pulled Vox closer.

Velvette groaned and rubbed the bridge of her own nose. “Valentino. Why the fuck is Vox giving a damn about a non-existent nose.” The shit-eating grin on Valentino’s face made her want to wipe it off his stupid face.

Valentino laughed and tilted his head, his eyelids drooping slightly. “Well, I pretended to take his nose.”

“But I don’t have one,” Vox cried and flopped over on the couch. “I need a nose!” Vox was more dramatic than normal, while it was great for the camera, it was horrible for Velvette’s growing headache.

“Oh, my fucking god. This is unbelievable,” Velvette groaned and walked out of the room. She came back with a stick-on nose she used for one of her models. “Here. Shut the fuck up now,” Velvette snapped and shoved it on his screen. “There. You have a nose. Fucking ass cunt.”

“I have a nose,” Vox cried out happily. His hands flew up and started to touch it. His grin spread wide and looked up at Velvette. “You’re the best Vel.” If Velvette had a heart, it may have stopped at that look of pure innocent joy. Currently, it just made her want to throw up or punch Valentino in the face. Honestly, both sounded good at that moment in time.

“And you are high as fuck.” Velvette groaned and shook her head. “Val do not ever get him this fucking cry. He is a god damn headache when he is not this high. Even more so when he is crying of a fucking nose.”

“I have one now,” Vox proclaimed. The look on Valentino’s face said all, he was enjoying the fuck out of what he was watching.

Valentino nuzzled Vox’s forehead, a grin spreading wider, and his fingers curled possessively around Vox’s waist.

“This was on purpose, wasn’t it?” Velvette was almost completely sure Valentino had done this on purpose.

Valentino’s face split into a huge grin, his free arm stretching while the one wrapped around Vox tightened just a tad. “Oh Vel, you know I would never do such a thing to our dear friend.

Velvette gave a hum of disbelief and continued recording Vox’s high reaction to having a nose.

“You’re going to send me that right?” Valentino asked and tilted his head. He placed a small kiss to the stuck-on nose, causing a giggle from the normally stoic overlord.

Velvette smirked and shook her head at the scene. It was cute, in a gag me sort of way. “Oh, you know it.”

“Good, I can get him to allow me to have my own network on the air.” A laugh bubbled from Valentino as he blew more of his drugged smoke into Vox’s face to help keep the overlord malleable and high.

Suddenly, the stuck-on nose fell off. In an instant, the high Technology Overlord looked at the fallen nose. His eyes traveled to Velvette then Valentino. They then drifted back to Velvette, and he broke down sobbing again.

“Fucking Hell,” Velvette groaned and facepalmed. It was going to be a long night within the penthouse of Vee Tower. At least Velvette would have a lot of extortion fuel for later. She might even be able to get her favorite show back on the air.

The next day, Vox found the video playing on every TV in the penthouse. That day, Valentino went to work with a black eye, and Velvette with a broken phone. Vox also made sure none of the cameras worked in either of their studios. He would pay them back for their actions.

[randommmthoughts]

Vox: 🎵You’re looking at the future, he’s the shit that came before that🎵

Velvette: The past, vox. It’s called the past.

[volycule-tower]

This blog is dedicated to the V's!

#Volycule (all three)

#Screensaver (Velvette X Vox)

#Love Potion (Valentino X Velvette)

#StaticMoth (Valentino X Vox)

All of them are intersex I don't make the rules (yes I do)

Main Blog: @mothblood69

Polyamorous Charlie blog: @queen-morningstar

Velvette & Carmilla Carmine blog: @brokerdoll

[evevsy]

The Vees ✦

[milariro]

~Ears~

[idzymi]

Vox is my favorite type of villain

The pathetic one

[genderlessdude92]

this is probably what Vox would do if shining a bright flash of light at Val doesn’t work 💀

meow

[factorydefaultlu]

You Text Them "I want a baby"

Featuring: Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Angel Dust, Charlie, Adam

Alastor

Lucifer

Vox

Valentino

Velvette

Angel Dust

Charlie

Adam

[helluvapoison]

Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

[hazbinvalvelvox]

💙💙

Art by @kumoketu on X (twitter)

[bambihrt]

please please please please pleaseeee elaborate on the vee's little pet thing, I'm going through a thing idk, vee's little pet, but you wanna be there and its mildly wholesome

there's nothing better than being the object of desire of three overlords

you started off as a model for velvette who scouted you while walking down the street

once she realized how plaint you were you became her favorite

you'd let her dress you every day and follow her around like a puppy

now with this favoritism it was only natural you'd cross paths with the other vees

the first of which was vox who asked for you to be on one of his broadcasts

this show was a hit and you started to appear on more episodes

having now spent more time with you vox couldn't help but develop a small crush on you

val thought nothing of you the first time he met you or the dozen times after that

until he noticed vox stutter when asking you a question

now this piqued his interest, why would his confident,let's face it cocky, lover stumble over his words while speaking to you

sure you were attractive and popular but compared to many other sinners you were so boring

he had to know what made you so special so he asked you out to velvette and vox's shared horror

but the vees share so they couldn't exactly say no

and him being an overlord you couldn't say no

val fell and he fell hard

neither vox nor velvette wanted to fall behind as they started taking you on more outings

the three of them were a team but having a shared goal they grew competitive

fighting amongst us each other would end terribly so after lots of jealousy and conspiring they agreed to share their conquest

you went from just joining them at their jobs to movie nights all snuggled up

as all three were quite busy and powerful overlords, they made a schedule with each other for time with you with an agreement they'd all spend their nights with you

your freewill was completely gone but you can't deny becoming their pet secured protection and and a reputation

the moment they set their sights on you, you were done for

[bunnytornado]

Okay so imagine that Val decided to try and convince the other Vees that his name when he was human was William and a capital W is two Capital V’s so he should get half the money generated not one-third.

Pay Me The Money

TW: None

~~Vox x Velvette x Valentino~~

Vox could feel his fans whirling faster the more he tried to comprehend the stupidity that was coming out of Valentino’s mouth.

“That’s why I deserve half of our incoming profits instead of a third,” Valentino purred and continued to bedazzle his newest gun.

                Velvette raised a brow and tilted her head, before questioning Valentino’s… reasoning. If one could call it that. “Because your mortal name was ‘William’. And a W is just… what bullshit did you say again?”

                “I believe, what our dear partner stated was that a W is two Vs put together Vel. That is all a W is. Just…two Vs put together,” Vox reminded Velvette and downed his whiskey. “Which, in my opinion is actually a sound argument.”

                “S-Sound!? That’s so fucking stupid. How can you agree with him Vox,” Velvette snapped. “I thought you were the brains.”

                “Oh no. You have me mistaken my dear Velvette. I’m meaning it’s a sound argument on why Valentino should get less income,” Vox smirked as Valentino’s glare was locked on him.

                Valentino squeaked out angrily, “Less!? How dare you! I should get more.”

                “Not with you’re intelligence. It’s apparent to me that you need less to make sure you don’t waste my time on such a ridiculous notion,” Vox said as he rose from his seat. “Meeting is adjourned. I have a company to run. Valentino, please. Focus on what you are good at. Making the whores make us money. Leave the finances to the professionals.”

                Velvette huffed and followed Vox’s example. “Seriously, that was stupider than meeting with the other fucking Overlords. Damnit Valentino, next time I’m stitching that mouth shut.”

                “Easy Velvette. He meant well. After all, we would hate to be giving him too little or too much money,” Vox stated and guided Velvette out of the room.

                “Wait a minute! Does this mean I get half,” Valentino asked.

                “Here is the rest of your half,” Vox said and threw a small stack of bills onto the table from his pocket. He smirked as he watched Valentino count it out.

                “1000…2000…3000…4000…5000...6000,” Valentino counted the bills out loud. Vox loved how bad this man’s eyesight was. Moments like this made it convenient.

                When Vox and Velvette left Valentino to his…counting. Velvette couldn’t help but ask as soon as they got far enough away how much Vox had actually put down.

“Five Dollars,” Vox laughed and nudged Velvette. “Did you really think I would give him more?”