"You ever thought about selling Angel Dust's bathwater, Val? 'Milk the simps' and all." [ @ keikusei ;; with val !! ]
@keikusei // @fever-sugar
“NO, BUT y’know what? I just might now. If people wanna be milked, gotta take advantage of that. There’s probably some creep out there that’s already jackin’ off thinkin’ about it.”
valborg be like “i’ll make a fancy drink for you” and then add an eyeball to it like it’s a slice of lime
❝ so it’s just me who drives you up the wall then? ❞ [ with val let's go ;; @ keikusei ]
the sheridan tapes 📼 part one. || @keikusei
"YEAH.” Credit where it’s due: the kid wasn’t the only one with a talent for making Valentino lose any semblance of composure. On the other hand, no one else could make him so angry so defiantly, uncaring of whatever consequences would follow one more harsh word or wrong action. Unnerving, but never enough for Val to push himself too far and kick the kid out (of his office or his own life) for good.
He paced around the now empty set - a bed buried under wrinkled sheets, walls covered in chipped-off grey paint, props and lingerie pressed inside cardboard boxes waiting to be stored away. The empty black eye of the camera stared at the taller man as he kept talking and walking, back turned to the other and gaze wandering from corner to corner. “'cause you sure look like you have a helluva time drivin’ me up the fuckin’ wall.”
“Would you like to take me here? Where anyone might see?” [ @ keikusei ;; with marie !! ]
Smut Starters & Symbols || not accepting. || @keikusei
HER WORDS might have supposedly sounded embarrassed, but her body language spoke differently. Confined in a corner on the couch in her luxurious dressing room, she leaned closer to Valentino rather than looking for salvation away from him. She made no effort to shake the hand resting atop her leg and the claws brushing against her lingerie. Valborg wasn’t around and perhaps wouldn’t be around for a long while, and Valentino was not going to ask permission to go on and have a little fun. Help Marie unwind from tonight’s performance. Maybe he’d burst in just in time to see his girl and his old friend fuck without him and join them. Either way, a win-win.
“Where else, sweetie? Gettin’ all shy on me?” But she wasn’t - he could have bet she wasn’t. Shy girls wouldn’t lean into his touch, wouldn’t purr and have their throat vibrate under his touch as he placed his palm against her jugular and felt it beat against its cage. He had walked into the room while Marie was taking her dress off, the same that was now dangling from the corner of the couch, pressed between her naked body and velvet cushions. “I think they all wanna hear you sing some other way. Don’t you wanna put on another show for all of them?” His hand gently squeezed the air out of her lungs. A gasp and a whimper and a rush of heat and delightful panic - they all washed over her, and Val saw their reflection in her eyes. Their lips met for a brief kiss that felt like a beginning rather than a finale. “Wanna sing for Daddy, birdie?”
"So how's selling Angel Dust's bathwater going?" [ @ keikusei ;; with vals... ]
@keikusei
"LIKE YOU thought it’d go. I asked Velvet to check a thing or two on on social medias to see if anyone was sayin’ anything about it, and not only it’s all over everyone’s feed, but apparently there’s a buncha fuckers drinkin’ the damn thing.” His pulsating grin tells more than his actual words. “Doesn’t sell as well as the actual porn, but who fuckin’ cares. Their fault for not knowin’ how else to spend their money.”
"But what about you, daddy? Are you also more of a--- 'behind-the-camera kinda guy' ?" [ @ keikusei ;; with miss marie #2 ]
@keikusei
“SURE AM. I don’t have the looks or the talent to be in front of it, but I ain’t feelin’ like I’m missin’ somethin’. I prefer watchin’ other people lookin’ all pretty and smiley for the camera and me.”
"Hey, daddy? Say... daddy ever starred in daddy's movies?" [ @ keikusei ;; with miss marie... ]
“NAH, NAH, he was always the ‘stay-behind-the-camera’ kinda guy. Told him a couple of times that he’d look real nice with my other boys and girls, but he never listened. And then, y’know, he got too big to even fit the screen.”
“Hey, daddy? Would daddy take me for a ride in daddy’s new limo?” [ @ keikusei ;; with marie ]
“ ------ Hey, daddy?” Marie chirped, as they sat with Valentino by the drinks, stroking his thigh through his coat to get his attention. “Would daddy take me for a ride in daddy’s new limo?”
"SOMEONE’S BEEN a snitch about my new car, uh?” Like he should have expected anything different. It was surprising that it hadn’t been Valborg to ask for a ride in the shiny new limo that was parked out of the studio in the same spot as his old one. He run a hand through Marie’s hair, tugging at a lock or two before letting it go. A hand rested on her thigh to stroke it back, claws pinching at her stockings. “You asked so nicely, birdie, I can’t say no to you. Maybe we can pick up my pal on the way and have some fun all the three of us, whatcha say?”
