#hellmxses

[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...

[mothvalentino]

Fair enough, Val thinks, because the actual terms of his relationship with Vox are more than a little nebulous. To the public eye, as well as the two Vees themselves. He glances at the TV demon, noticing the hand his partner placed on his thigh.

ཐིཋྀ "Well, speaking for myself...", the moth starts, briefly meeting Vox's eyes with a soft smile before turning his head back to Angel,

"... I consider Vox my partner. In crime and in love. He's both the gasoline and the extinguisher to my fire. And I too, want to be whatever he needs. That being said, if my goal were to spend the night just with him, I wouldn't have reserved you a seat in the VIP area with us. You're here and not down there with the crowd because you too are special to me. And if Vox had a problem with you by my side trust me, Angie, you would know."

Hell, it was the CEO who suggested that Val sit between them. At least so far, his partner doesn't seem to have any issues with the three of them messing around.

"But let's hear it from the man himself.", Val says a little louder, once again switching his attention to the other side,

"Voxy, do you mind Angel being here? Do you hate his guts and want him to piss off or... would you like him to get even closer?"

@hellmxses

"Babe, yeh' know that isn't..." He's pausing, biting into his lower lip. It wasn't like Valentino and Angel's dynamic was some sort of secret by any means, but there was some part of him that felt - guilty? Fuck, being at that hotel was bringing up all sorts of weird feelings. He was in Hell, he shouldn't feel guilty for being flirtatious with a man who he had loved and whom he fucked on a consistent basis. Yet even calling Valentino a pet name in front of Vox made him feel all sorts of wrong.

Though there was legitimately no reason to want to protect their relationship, when Vox couldn't give a fuck about him. Probably only tolerated him for the moth's sake. His eyes stopped their aversion as Valentino's fingers traced over the present, moving over to look directly at Valentino with a soft sigh. "Of course ah' did, ah' just..." It felt like he couldn't even complete a sentence tonight, fuck.

A hand moved to gently rest atop Valentino's, squeezing it softly before shaking his head. "Ah' know us both bein' here f' yeh' is important. Trust me, ah' know that." Because while he had no idea if Valentino had ever shared his little fantasies with Vox, probably because Vox would shut them down immediately, he had definitely told them to Angel. And definitely knew that the porn star was attracted to both Overlords in that lounge.

He's using one hand to tug on the dress again, as if suddenly shy about being so revealing, before his eyes are shifting between them both. "Ah' just don't wanna interfere wit' whateva' yeh' both got goin' on, that's all." It wasn't a lie, and Valentino at least would know it. He knew when Angel was hiding truths. "Don't mean t' put a damper on yeh' party, V." And he means that, bringing both legs to curl up on the couch beside the free space, leaning into the pimp's side.

"Just tryin' t' be respectful. Talk when ah'm talked t', that sort of thing. Ah' know yeh' both are..." He's waving a hand between the two of them, because really he didn't even know what word to use. "And ah'm just kind of...yeh' know..." Gesturing to himself, because he wasn't going to flat out say he knew damn well he was just the fuck toy when Vox wasn't around. "Don't wanna overstep nothin', that's all." His eyes moving to Vox, scanning his body with his eyes for a moment, before glancing away and shrugging. "Maybe ah' just need more t' drink. Ain't usually so tense."

@mothvalentino

[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? “

@hellmxses

[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?"

[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.

[lustsang-a]

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long annoyed sigh. ' Why isn't anything screaming out to me...? should I go for SLUTTY or CASUAL for my costume? '

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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.

[lustsang-a]

ღ › ┊❤'d for Fizz ╱ : @hellmxses ◞

' Now come on Fizz, you know the reason I come to this bar is because of you and Ozzie, how you guys been? '

[voodoodaaddy]

"I really don't want to have this conversation right now." / from lucifer >:3

Alastor spun around in disbelief. "We're having this conversation, Lucifer, whether you like it or not. We can't pretend that everything is fine when it isn't." He rushes to get in front of him, hoping to talk some sense into him. "What do I have to do to get it through your fluffy skull that this is a bad idea."

[mothvalentino]

@hellmxses

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