#hellmxses

[mothvalentino]

Valentino climaxes, fittingly, right in between his lovers. It's just too much, Vox's rough groans and bucking hips, Angel clenching around him and cursing through his elation. Faster. Harder. Until the moth nearly shouts despite the fingers in his mouth. The first hot gush spills inside the spider when Vox continues to fuck him through his own orgasm, filling him with his release in a way that has Val keening.

He yanks Angel's pelvis back, forcing him to take his cock to the base one final time. His body shudders with a violent grunt, abdominal muscles tensing as more gushes spurt from his twitching length, his orgasm so intense that stars dance at the corners of his vision. A moment later he feels him cum in his hand, liquid heat coating his fingers and staining the couch. Val laughs breathlessly at how effortlessly they managed to orgasm one after the other in a perfect row. His head falls to the side, broad chest heaving as he catches his breath.

Two of his hands reach for the backs of Vox's thighs, keeping him snug against him while the other pair settles at Angel's hips, doing the same. He doesn't want to part from them yet, relishing every second of orgasmic bliss slowly ebbing away.

ཐིཋྀ "Ngh...", he tries to speak but fails to find the words to express just how amazing he feels.

His skin tingles with aftershocks of pleasure, hyperaware of his lovers' touches and warmth. The room is filled with the scent of sex, musky, pheromonal, and saccharine. Valentino kisses Angel's neck, licks a line up to his jaw, then twists to capture Vox's lips with the same, messy indulgence. Comparing their tastes and cherishing the combination. Dedicating it to memory.

"... that was fucking incredible...", he sighs heavily, moaning at the way every little movement elicits echoes of ecstasy.

@hellmxses

There weren't many people that he allowed to touch his cock, and Val was one of the lucky few he supposed. Even Vox - who had definitely seen him naked more than once - probably didn't realize he had one, considering it was retracted more than half the time he was filming. He almost always felt embarrassed by it, especially compared to lovers like Valentino who was currently practically breaking him open.

But despite how cruel Val could be to him, he always treated him like this - so delicately in the way that a lover would touch him, not just some one night stand. That alone made the pink and white striped organ twitch and throb within the moth's hands, whimpering and closing his eyes, head tilted back against the man's shoulder as he stroked at the arousal, letting out tiny little 'ah' noises throughout.

He had lost the ability to fully pay attention, too far gone, only barely registering that there were some words in Spanish and then hearing what definitely sounded like an orgasm on Vox's end. He almost wished he had not been on the bottom of this train, just so he could see what Vox looked like when he got off. The man always seemed so stuck up and well put together, it would be nice to see him unravel.

That thought, combined with the give and tug of Valentino's hand, and the way the other still shoved into him, and he was a goner. "Merda, sto per venire...." Ramble ramble in his own foreign tongue, his body thrusting backwards and grinding against Val, finding the perfect angle until he was letting out a harsh cry, spine curving to bow his body as his own orgasm hit him, spilling out over Valentino's hand and onto the couch (oh well).

"Fuck. Fuck." Keened as he came, tightening around the man inside of him, his whole body trembling as he was wracked with the feeling, every nerve on fire and thighs soaking as well, moan cracking at the end as his body relaxed, leaning back against Val.

@mothvalentino

[devilvette]

@hellmxses: ( cont. from here )

Rush hour is a whole other sort of hell when you're literally in Hell. It's going to be a long time before they get home anyway. Why not waste some of it getting frisky?

Best fucking decision.

Leave it to Valentino to know how to slow down her brain, fill it the best sort of sexual haze, and he didn't even have to get his smoke involved. As far as Velvette is concerned now, this ride home can take as long as it needs to. Maybe even longer...

She groans into his hand as she hears his voice in her ear, doing her best to rock her hips further into his fingers, maybe even get a feel of the hardness tucked away in his pants, but still moving slowly. She doesn't want this to end too soon, dammit. Not when it feels so fucking good to be held down by him... Let him decide how to best take care of her for the time being.

She can't speak while his hand covers her mouth, but she hears the question. Swallowing, all Velvette can manage is a few nods of her head and a loud groan, grinding her hips down harder against him. His fingers are great, but she needs more...

[theundeadgospel]

[ Cont. ]

“ Fuck me for caring about you, am I right? “

With a defensive roll of her eyes, Beth continued to bandage up the wound before reaching into her bag, pulling out a skin pouch of a rather sweet scented lotion. The medicinal herbs were then gently massaging into his wound — large hands surprisingly docile for someone of her stature.

“ This may sting a bit, but all will be well eventually…how are you feeling as of now? Do you need me to fetch you some water? “

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[voxtek-time]

@hellmxses it's time for Baking with the Vees!

"Velvette, I have a serious question for you." Serious is a word that doesn't quite fit Vox's tone or his expression, so genuine might be better. Not as funny though, and the television demon is highly amused as he holds up the subject of his question to show her.

Which is what he's trying not to laugh about - it's a cookie cutter that's meant to be a santa hat, but it's gotten just a little bit squashed, warping the shape slightly.

"How easily do you think we could make this look like Val?"

[angie-long-legs]

cont. from here for @hellmxses

It took all the patience Angel could muster not to put an end to this conversation by snapping at his well-intentioned friend. If he yelled, if he ranted and raved and chased her away with vicious words, he wouldn't have to keep addressing the sorry state he'd come home in. He could begin the process of forgetting with a stiff drink and crawl into bed and sleep.

No. Not again. He'd only feel guilty. Charlie didn't deserve his anger. Charlie wasn't the reason he'd come home from work with a brand new collection of cuts and bruises. He didn't want to think about the reason.

"Charlie..." the spider massaged his forehead, shadow-lined eyes closing. "Ya got rid a' the only thing that actually helps." Despite biting his tongue to stave off any misdirected anger, the frustration couldn't be so easily curbed. Charlie had finally found the last stash he had hidden beneath the floorboards in his room, leaving him with nothing but the lingering haze of Valentino's pheremone in his system to ride out the aftermath of the day's misery. If he was lucky, he'd be able to sleep off the worst of the pain, or even steal a bottle from the bar while Husk's back was turned to nurse in the solitude of his bedroom. If he wasn't so lucky, he'd have to actually feel this - and the idea of that was unbearable.

[gamblins]

starter for @hellmxses for velvette

feline usually never goes up to velvets floor but today val needed a new outfit to be made for the feline. it was another day at the porn studio that val needed a specific outfit for the script that was beyond terrible but husk wasnt going to argue with valentino.

once the elevator door open, husk pushed himself off of the wall. walking toward the main room. the cat demon already didnt want to be here, " velvette, im here for my measurements or what not i dont know what the lovely val told you ."

[countlessrealities]

@hellmxses gets a short starter! ~ Vox & Velvette

It's been a week since the battle with Heaven and the dust still hasn't fully settled. Unsurprisingly so, Vox would say. Extermination Day has been cancelled, but for how long? Unknown. There's always the chance that Heaven might retaliate, a thought that understandably leaves everyone a little on the edge.

There's also the matter of Princess Morningstar and her Hotel, which Lucifer himself seems to have decided to sponsor. There are no answers to whether or not Redemption is possible, but the victory has spread a few, weak seeds of "what if...?" among the general mocking and skepticism.

Last but not least, he still hasn't figured out what Alastor is getting out of that ordeal and it's driving him crazy. The Radio Demon always drives him crazy, about everything, but never mind that.

The sound of the door of the meeting room opening snaps him back on the present and a second later Vox's screen is once again showing his usual smirk, all confidence and charm. No trace is left of his brooding expression.

"Velvette, my dear! Thank you for joining me with such a short notice," he greets in his best cordial tone. "Can I say that you look radiant this morning? Oh, it's just going to be the two of us, Val is busy."

He has made sure of that. He needs to discuss level-headed ideas and Valentino can't really contribute in that sense.

[v-whitenoise]

A causal check of his watch. Well they weren't late -- yet. But they were going to be soon enough if things didn't move along soon. And Vox was not one who liked to be late to anything. No, no. That looked bad. Someone like himself just couldn't afford to be seen in public, arriving to any sort of event late. Especially one that they had endorsed and advertised all over the place. And while a fashion show wasn't necessarily something he cared too much about, he wasn't going to turn his nose up at something that would make them look good. Besides, it was meant to support Velvette and her contribution to their brand as well. Which, was just as equally important as the other two pieces. A heavy sigh left him. He was growing tired of waiting already and the car had already been pulled around, waiting for them. It was time to get the show on the road. So-- where was his OTHER partner? The one that controlled another big portion of their content. Vox was certain he had told Valentino about what was going on for the day a week ago. So he expected him to be on time and READY to go whenever he had mentioned their meeting time. Maybe he should have sent reminders. It wouldn't be surprising after all, if the moth had simply forgotten that something important outside of dealing with his whores called for his attention. Instructing his assistant to hold calls, he headed straight for the studio. Val's studio. His part of the tower in which all of his porn films were created. It made the most sense to check there for him first, considering he was almost always busy working on something or working over someone. Whatever it was that he might be doing, it wasn't showing up on time and that was all that Vox cared about. He could have zapped there in just a matter of moments if he chose to. The TV Overlord capable of moving through static electricity like that. But, giving just perhaps a chance of having a little bit more time to be ready, he had decided to just walk. Taking the elevator up from the lobby to one of the upper floors of the tower and taking the time to come down the corridor that led into the studio.

His hands were folded behind his back as he made his approach, his expression currently was flat. His mouth drawn into a thin line with his eyes narrowed in slight annoyance. Why did this have to be so difficult? Sometimes, he swore, he didn't know why he bothered. It would be so much easier if he just handled everything by himself it seemed. But the reality was that he couldn't do these things without the other two. They were a team. His team. Which meant that they were just as much part of his brand as they were and he wasn't about to let that just go down the drain. He'd worked far too hard to get to the point where they were now.

Vox pushed open the double doors into Val's studio, scanning the room once he'd crossed over the threshold. "Val? Did you forget about the show we're due at in an hour?" He spoke while he paced into the room. His lip lifting a little bit to flash his teeth at the set that had been made up ready for filming. His distaste for Valentino's 'stars' showing itself just a little bit. @hellmxses - Valentino / starter call.

[v0xtekk]

clawed fingers steeple , and a long breath is taken . screen flickers a little with irritation , then his eyes close . " i ' m sorry , " his eyes reopen , and it ' s obvious that there ' s an underlying hint of anger to his crimson gaze as he stared down at velvette . even more so when his screen glitches again , static crackling . " what do you mean val I S N O T C O M I N G ? ! " the idea was to put on a united front following the chaos of extermination day , for the vees to stand tall in the face of it all , for them to r u l e . ( @hellmxses liked for a starter ! )

[poisonedspider]

Continued for @hellmxses

Angel Dust wasn't as dumb as people made him out to be, and he knew that going to Vox was risky, but what was the spider if not a man of risk? At the end, the worst that Vox would tell him was to fuck off, which really wasn't horrible. The best probable outcome would actually be Vox giving him some advice - though it seemed highly unlikely.

Sure enough, the latter was a pipe dream, because Vox decided not only to deny him a response, but to take it an unnecessary step further. His sclera eye twitched a bit at the commentary, crossing arms over his chest before he scoffed. "No, ah' don't need yeh' t' tell me. Ah' just felt like other than Velvette, th' two of us are th' closest t' him, and we could maybe come up with somethin' real good if we work togetha'."

A shrug, looking at his nails in boredom. Because there was one thing that Angel Dust knew about Vox with certainty - this being that he had an absolute ego. And if he wanted to get his way, a blow to that fragile ego would be the best way to do so. "Guess it was worth a shot. Ah'll go ask Vel what she's thinkin'. Bet her ideas will be a bit more creative anyways."

[guns-and-brimstone]

"It's not that bad, really…" / velvette :3

"Like fuck it isn't that bad. Stay where you are miss Velvette."

Guss let out a very frustrated and robotic growl from the voice box of his gas mask, As he retracted the now gore soaked blade of his bayonet from the throat of the succubus assassin. He had been working for the Vees for an entire year now, As both a bodyguard and mercenary. And he had been damn good at his job for the most part. Always heavily armed and at the ready. Always dealing with every thuggish assailant, Overly cringey fan and cold-blooded hitman that had been sent at them while under his watch. It had even gotten to the point where Guss was recognized by name among most of the other staff in V tower. But today... Guss had made his first mistake and been careless in his duty. The entire day had moved along so smoothly without a single sign or barest hint of trouble. This had caused the ex marine to relax while he was working as an escort for miss Velvette. He had only turned his attention away from her for a few seconds, But it was enough for the nearby assassin to make her move and fire an angelic bullet in Velvette's direction. Guss dispatched the attacker with impressive speed. The succubus didn't get a chance to fire another shot before she found herself laying on her back in the dirty street, with a blade rammed deep in to her jugular cord.... Still..... Guss was fully aware that he had fucked up. And what this error would mean for him. But he couldn't worry about that now. He had to make sure Velvette was alright. After quickly scanning the area with his assault rifle at the ready. Guss rushed up to the overlord once he was certain that there were no more attackers skulking around. "Boss... Where are you hit? Let me see." Guss kneeled down closer to her. Softly holding his hand out in a calming manner to investigate her injury. It was hard to see the expression of his eyes behind those red tinted goggles on his mask. But there was a hint of actual concern in his voice. Like he was worried.

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[calamitism]

@hellmxses: ( cont. from here )

"Right! And now you're looking like your puppy's been kicked."

Her expression is quite flat as she steps past Vox to stand between him and the doorway. "Ha ha. Sorry, 'daddy,' you ain't in control of my bed time," Velvette rolls her eyes and then steps forward to give him a little push, urging him backwards and towards the elevator again.

"Lighten up, Vee! You got a victory tonight! I would've thought you'd be thrilled to see Alastor pummeled into the rubble!" She reminds him, managing a little grin to try and further encourage him.

"Don't think you're gonna end the night without celebrating. Let's have a drink! Let's chat! Don't turn into a tired old man on me now, dammit!"

[voxnetwork]

@hellmxses liked for a starter.

"Velvette, Mi Querida. What have I said about borrowing my girls." Valentino called out as he entered her studio, seeing two of his girls modelling some new designs that the youngest Vee had created.

"Unless you plan on paying for their time, they have to get back to work." The strain on his words were more sent to the girls, his red eyes flicking over to them; narrowing slightly as a way of silently telling them to get to the club and it didn't take long for them to scutter off not wanting to anger their temperamental boss.

[hazbinned]

"Can I have this instead of the Naked juice?"

"That would look gooood on you, Mamacita!" Val slid her his credit card. Well, one of them. It wasn't like the Vees buying each other gifts was anything more than a fun little game to them— it was hard for it to be so when they were up to their chins in funds. "Go knock yourself out. And buy another pack of the juice while you're at it, I already went through most of the piña colada ones."

[devilvette]

@hellmxses: ( cont. from here )

He pulls his arm away. As if that makes Velvette feel any fucking better after what she just said. He's probably thinking she's stupid, or clingy. Why else would he be putting distance between--

Instead of ridicule, she's met instead with wide eyes. It's... almost cute, how open he seems about the whole thing. Does he not get why this is so weird? ...or maybe she's the one overthinking.

"It's an easy thing to take advantage of though, ain't it?" Velvette voices, readjusting so that she's facing him more. "And don't tell me you've never used any of your whore's crushes on you to take more from them. I don't blame you. It's what makes them so easy."

And... she doesn't want to be that. Not just for Valentino, but for anyone.

[mothvalentino]

@hellmxses

ཐིཋྀ "How about we take the day off and do something fun, Angie baby?"