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[mothvalentino]

ཐིཋྀ "Nice morals you got there..."

"... would be a shame if someone exposed them as hypocritical."

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The pimp silently wonders just how hard those cute little fangs could bite down. Too bad she isn't interested in working for him; she'd make a perfect dominatrix. Or rope bunny, twisting in her constraints while that Exorcist forces orgasm after orgasm out of her petite yet incredibly strong body... hate-fucking to oblivion.

Val clears his throat, reining in his salacious imagination.

ཐིཋྀ "Why spare her and not the others?", he digs deeper, hips swaying as he puts some distance between them,

"You and your friends slaughtered countless angels that day... what makes her so special?"

Looking back over his shoulder, the moth's grin takes on a wicked quality as his voice lowers to a taunting murmur.

"Not to mention, she ended up coming back for revenge and stopped you from saving your beloved princesa. If Lucifer hadn't shown up, that slip-up of yours could've gotten her killed."

That would just earn him another hiss from between bared fangs. Vaggie kept her gaze on him, never blinking, ever ready to lunge the tip of her holy blade into the very depths of his fuckin' throat. Every move he made, the tip of her divine weapon followed.

Damn right she was scary and she wasn't gonna let some two-bit cabrón make her falter now. Overlord or not she was in no mood for his fuckery here or anywhere else in a 5 mile radius of her. She kept in a defensive posture, back arched, knees ready to launch her in a lunge of need be. Everything about this foul demon set her off. The very temperature boiled with how close he was to her.

But his question however...well it through her for a loop. The little angel blinked, her one good eye squinting at him in confusion. Huh? Why the fuck did he care?

Vaggie took a step back, perplexed and suspicious, her spear staying in between them but out of his reach.

"...Because I showed mercy. But don't take my mercy as weakness. Unlike you, I don't kill for kicks. I won the fight. That's all that mattered. Why do you care, Val."

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Katrina’s pet snake café is currently wrapped around a bolt of silk just chilling

୨୧ "Wha-? Oh, goddamnit."

"Someone tell the bonebitch to get her pet snake! I need that silk!!!"

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Red eyes widen a fraction when she gets in his way, mismatched antennae shivering with excitement.

ཐིཋྀ "Scary... I like it.", Val smirks, chuckling darkly as he tilts his head to the side and holds her furious glare,

"No wonder the princess has the hots for you. Such a fierce protector..."

One golden claw tentatively reaches for the tip of her spear, carefully tracing the sharp edge.

"... don't get your panties in a twist, tuerta... I'll leave you to your guard duties soon enough. Just one more question..."

"... why did you let the Exorcist live?"

Vaggie did not like the way he began predating around her. Like some wolf stalking its prey. But for now she made no move not to throw his ass on the ground where he belong.

Her eye watched him closely, squinting at him with a low feral growl at his offer. He was asking to be beat the fuck up. She couldn't kill him but nobody said shit about him missing a fuckin' wing.

"The only porn will be when I rip your arms from your body. Slowly. The absolute pleasure that will bring." With that she'd step in the way of his circling, forcing him to stop and look at her.

"I'm only gonna say this once. So when Vox finds you curb stomped he'll know I gave you the choice to run. Leave. Or i'll make you leave."

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Manic is playing silent hill

ཐིཋྀ "Maybe I should go as Pyramid Head for Halloween."

୨୧ "Because his vision's even shittier than yours?"

ཐིཋྀ "Hmpf, NO!"

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It's not THAT big...

ཐིཋྀ "Yes, it is."

Val... that's more than half of your torso...

ཐིཋྀ "And?"

It's thicker than your waist...

ཐིཋྀ "Girthmaster who 😎"

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A hoe invited a dangerous banned client over to dinner and is now watching him convulse due to hemlock poisoning

Gleefully watching, Valentino sips his Cosmo and starts filming the client writhing and contorting on the floor.

ཐིཋྀ "Dumb fuck."

"You really thought we'd invite you over after what you did? Rest in piss, shithead."

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A bit of wetness is wiped on Angel's velvety fur as Valentino mirrors him and hides his own face against his shoulder as well. Sniveling, the moth keeps holding him in his embrace, planting kisses on his skin. Gingerly, his hand follows his lover's direction, rubbing the same two fingers across his entrance that he used to spread his poison. He leans back slightly and guides the other into a slow, open-mouthed kiss while his fingers gently slip back inside.

Their tongues dance languidly, stifled moans and deep hums echoing between quiet smacks of lips, while Valentino starts to thrust his digits in and out. The penetration mimics the licks of his tongue, entering the spider's mouth at the same time he fills him from behind.

ཐིཋྀ "That feel good, baby?", Val asks as he searches Angel's face, looking out for any sign of pain or discomfort.

A question that may be redundant, considering the amount of aphrodisiac venom shared between them. Still, it's spoken with genuine concern, breathy words sounding almost too raw in the aftermath of his apology. The things Angel said in response remain unacknowledged because it's not Valentino's intention to make him feel guilty. All he wants is to move on from that motel, erase the horrors, the only way he knows how to.

"I'm here.", he breathes, kissing the corner of Angel's mouth,

"I got you."

The whimpers and screams of his body would fade into a dull ache as Angel consumed what was currently medicine. It wrapped his mind in as much of a blanket as it'd allow, protecting him from elements that'd otherwise break him. The kiss was given to give and consume but Angel gives an audible protest when he pulls away to coat his fingers and reclaims his mouth when it's free. Movement halted when thick fingers spread is medicine against brutal injuries, his face twisting in pain as fingers carefully push inside before the saliva began to sooth. A lower hand reaches out when he feels Val withdraw, putting his hand back between his cheeks.

"Don't - don't stop," he murmurs. It took the scorpions touch away, it replaced it with someone who yes was also guilty of brutalizing his body but just as much as loved it. It was never that bad and it could always be so easily. Angel watched sinners get ripped part limb from limb but not him - never him. His upper set of arms slide up until they wrap around Val's neck completely, surrendering to the pain turned pleasure that raked his system now - inside and out of it. Soft, indulgent moans leave his throat freely and Angel fought to try to keep his head up, to watch and know and be aware he was with Valentino. Because he wanted to be.

If only Angel wasn't fighting against the dissociative state brought on by his trauma, drugs, and medicine. He could've not heard that whisper or at least pretended not to hear and eventually forget. But Angel was looking right into his eyes when he said it and watched them close. Even though he couldn't feel the depth of his guilt at that moment, even as numbness still reigned king .. his heart still hurt. The image in front of him was something he hated .. and something he did to Val with his choices.

Angel lowers his head down until he's cheek to check with him again, his arms wrapping around him a little bit tighter.

" ... I don't wanna be like this ... " A bloodhound for his own destruction, as if he knew any other way to live. "Y'showed up.. ya answered y'phone.." he murmurs out. They both knew damn well the pimp didn't have to. Angel finally got an apology from Valentino but it couldn't be accepted - the star saw nothing he did wrong. "M' the one that fucked up." His head buries into his shoulder. He couldn't emotionally feel his shame, but his body sure as hell understood that's exactly what he'd be feeling.

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More cat vox

Based on a screenshot from Shirobako. It was simply an excellent cat shape,

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All that can be heard are distressed squeaking sounds as Val refuses to turn around and watch Velvette laugh at him. Eventually though, he rotates on the floor like a loose watch hand, pointing his head at the couch before he begins crawling back toward it like a literal caterpillar.

His forehead throbs with a dull ache, a dark purple bump swelling right above his eyebrow. Groaning, the moth lifts his torso and collides with the cushioning, almost falling to the side before he manages to sink his claws into the backrest. With immense effort, Valentino hoists his burrito bod back on the couch.

ཐིཋྀ "I'm f-fiiiiaaahhhh!"

His words end in a panicked exclamation when gravity makes him slide sideways and slump directly on the smaller Vee, burying her under his weight as Valentino can do nothing to stop his descent.

Velvette wasn't one to really make comments, but the clear struggle that Valentino was going through had her blinking, once and then twice before she's breaking into a laugh. It wasn't comfortable to be wrapped in a blanket so tightly and to barely be able to catch her breath because of how hard she was laughing at him, but it was also hilarious - and her laugh only grows louder when she watches him stack it entirely. Perhaps there's a flash of concern when she realises that Val had hit his head, but she can't really do anything about it either. She's just as trapped as he is.

"Val," she chokes out between small gasps for air and of course, her laughing, and she tries to roll onto her side. She does a better job than she expects initially, but she does get stuck shortly after managing to get onto her front. "Be more careful. I mean, too late for me to say that now, but you're gonna ruin your face if you do that again."

She squirms a little and manages to move her hands, not too far from impersonating a T-rex, up to the hem of the blanket nearest to her chest. Velvette grins to herself and watches him, realising fairly quickly that if Vox is watching this... he's probably already given up any hope for both of them. "Is your face okay, babe? We can't lose it."

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Who does Vox love more? Val or Sharks? Who ranks higher in his heart? His husband or his babies?

⚡︎ "I know you're staring at me, Val..."

ཐིཋྀ "Answer the question."

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// people see this and still say they aren't in love

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ཐིཋྀ "Of course I love being behind my fellow Vees. One of my favorite positions~", Val lilts with a wink and starts sauntering around Vaggie, eyeing her from head to toe,

"You're a feisty one... ever thought about working in the porn industry?"

"Because I saw you and that Exorcist going at each other, and let me tell you... the tension was delicious."

"Como si me importara un carajo..."

Vaggie snarled, baring her fangs threateningly. But she did care. It was the only reason she hadn't stabbed him through with all the righteous fury one little angel could have. She kept her spear up and at the ready all the same, even though he was right. To kill him now would mean another war. One they couldn't afford just yet. Goddammit.

"You must love it. Hiding behind your fellow V's. If you didn't fuckin' have them, I'd smear you all across your goddamn tower, payaso."

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@hazzhell continued from here

Oh, so the numbers are still more interesting than the gorgeous moth man sitting on his lap? Val's eyes narrow as the smile on his lips turns from soft to wicked. His dexterous tongue darts out and promptly licks a thick, wet stripe right across Vox's face. Snickering, the pimp rubs the tiny red ball at the tip of Vox's straight antenna.

ཐིཋྀ "Ooops~"

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Melancholy resonates in every meager moan and movement, but his body responds instinctually. Seeking friction by rubbing along Angel's retreated erection, filling the gap as he rolls his hips upward at a slow, indulgent pace. His hands avoid any open cuts on his back and settle on the base of his spine, tugging him impossibly closer. Valentino lifts the spider's head from his chest so he can kiss him again, humming against his lips as more poison transfers.

One palm covers a bruise on Angel's buttock, squeezing on its imprint as if trying to overwrite it with his own touch. That same hand is then brought to Val's mouth, where two fingers are coated in his cerise saliva. Gentle fingertips spread the pain-numbing substance on his lover's rim before carefully sinking in up to the first knuckles. Even though he washed him thoroughly, the thought of even the smallest trace of that monster lingering inside his favorite fills the pimp with immeasurable rage and heartache.

He aims to soothe and reclaim, withdrawing as soon as the venom is applied so Angie can enjoy the panacea he provides. Raising his head, Val rubs his cheek against the spider's fluffy face, antennae stroking through his hair with sorrowful chirps. He hugs him as tightly as he can without causing discomfort, trying to focus on the here and now, the softness as warmth.

ཐིཋྀ "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner...", he whispers, closing his eyes as they begin to sting.

A memory swims through Angel's mind. His body was screaming, every used hole tender and raw as poisoned faded out of his system and the walk of shame was taken back to the Hotel. He failed to seduce Husk to mutually use each other and further sought his own physical and mental destruction.

I do this all the fuckin' time! You just let people drug you all the time?! You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! 

Why would you give yourself to someone like this? Someone who isn't me?

Because instead of things being so bad he needed something worse, things were getting too good. Nothing was ever perfect between them but they were just comfortable enough for just long enough that Angel needed to take a hammer and smash their reality right back to it's shattered bits by finding someone who mirrored Valentino at his worst.

Angel's ass was in ruin, so much even attempting to grind Valentino's erection against it brought out auditable pain. A different hole is opted for, one less conventional being the crevasse that formed when he tucked his dick into his body. It wasn't a pussy but with enough lube it was as good as any other orifice. A lower hand is coated with a mix of saliva and poison before it strokes Valentino before hips position, slowly lowering so Val pushed inside his folds until he was fully taken inside. For several seconds Angel just sits in this position before lowing his body down until he's laying down against the mouth, his head resting right against where he could hear Valentino's heart thumping.

When he finally moves, the roll of his hips are slow, completely unrushed of getting to any kind of finish line or seeking to achieve blinding pleasure. He instead concentrates on how the movements feel as their erections frot together, concentrates on the contrast of how he was handled merely an hour ago. Angel's arms grab hold of the wrists of Valentino's hands, forcing them to wrap around his shoulders before he lets them go to wrap around his frame. The spider closes his eyes an inhales deep - the distinct scent of his lover ( his bath products, his body, his poison ) acting as a blanket he coiled tight around him.

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Manic got a pet. It’s a well loved and very very spoiled raccoon named Kitty. Kitty is eating a cookie sitting next to Val.

ཐིཋྀ "Love the eyeshadow!"

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A hoe is showing off her snake collection including a hognosed snake

ཐིཋྀ "A snake with a duck-like face?"

"We should show it to the king. Can't hurt to be in his good graces~"