#mothvalentino

[radioiaci]

@mothvalentino ⧐ *brushes Al's bob* UNPROMPTED ASKS.

The touch almost makes him blanch, at first. But it takes him all of a few seconds to understand who is fiddling with his hair and why. And despite what is probably his better judgement, Alastor relaxes.

"...Careful with the ears."

That's all he says, one of them giving a little twitch in quiet acceptance.

[the-smallest-star]

@mothvalentino

It was one of the fanciest clubs in Pride, the best music and nightlife. Not just anyone could set foot in Heartthrob. It consisted of three floors, the main one being a strobe lit dancefloor and booths, the second being a balcony, and the top being the VIP overlooking everything.

Overlords to royalty could be here (if royalty didn't hold themselves so highly), as well as major celebrities.

Gritt had been invited by the club's owner, and he didn't get much opportunities to unwind. G-Force was known throughout Hell, his face and name on everything from billboards and TV to mens fragrance and clothing. Magazines labelled him as one of the richest imps around, his music adored by millions.

Tonight? He got unlimited free drinks, a set of hellborn and sinners sat around with him in the VIP section, all as rich or important as the last. Honestly he wasn't paying much attention, they were just gabbing about profit margins and interest charges.

His eyes drifted across the VIP floor, and spotted a familiar face. One didn't live in Pride and not know this face in showbiz. Valen-fucking-tino. Pride's king of pimped up porn, as tall and intimidating as the rumors said. He handled himself with grace, that well practiced smile working like a charm on their audience. Gritt only now realised he'd been staring a couple of minutes, snapping his golden eyes back down to his drink.

He didn't know Valentino personally, Gritt's only interaction with the Vee's would of been that photoshoot for Velvette he did that one time. But from rumors he'd heard? You didn't fuck with the Vees.

[poisonedspider]

ཐིཋྀ "I never fully realized just how fucking alike we really are..." from @mothvalentino

"Yeh' neva' realized that?" Angel had known it from the very beginning. Well, maybe not the very beginning, considering most of that time frame had been spent with him being very, very high. The more him and Valentino had gotten to know each other, however. The more time he had spent with his pimp. The more he had recognized it.

It was part of what had kept him so connected to Valentino. He was getting closer to his friends at the hotel (some of them more than friends it was starting to seem), but he also knew that there were some things they would never understand. Not the way that Valentino did. Not the way that someone that had been in a similar position as him did.

He's blinking at the other, sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching at his robe. A conversation he hadn't been expecting, but it wasn't unwelcome. Hesitant, bringing a hand to the older's thigh, looking up at the slightly taller man. "...where is this comin' from, Val?"

[truearchangel]

ཐིཋྀ "Hear me out: Alastor in a maid outfit."

“Hear me out, Vox in this.”

[steelgrey-angel]

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H I S S

[hclluvahctel]

"HEY @mothvalentino that bum from earlier is here. I assume he's here to pick you up for your date."

[rejectmercy]

" Your that overlord who peddles all manner of smut. " she glared at the moth a look of pure disgust and contempt on her face. " What do you want? This hotel is redeeming sinners not dragging them down further. "

@mothvalentino

[angie-long-legs]

continued from here [ @mothvalentino ]

The spider's contented sigh was swallowed by Valentino's reciprocation, the potent taste of poison hot in his mouth and dizzying. Angel pressed himself into the Overlord, wandering hands smoothing over Val's exposed chest and fisting into the soft fur of his ruff. Val's saliva was already making him feel loose and fuzzy, and between the drug and the passionate kiss, Angel's grip of the moth's neck fur was becoming more and more necessary to keep his balance. Tongue over tongue, the pinch of sharp teeth at his soft bottom lip - Angel whined. This was what he needed.

The porn star kissed back with passion. This had to be good. Good enough to wipe out the memory of yesterday's studio disaster and the subsequent beating he had taken because of it. Good enough for him to feel good, to feel wanted, rather than a used-up toy for his boss to toss around when he got mad. Good enough for Valentino.

"Need you," Angel whimpered between kisses, eagerly tugging at the top button of Val's shirt. "Now."