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@☼ Vox ⁂ Whatever record scratching stop came with that first statement left a moth pimp seeing red as the gun remained frozen in the air before firing off a shot at the demon, his rage flaring only to see vox still stalking about- he missed thanks to his poor eyesight and that fueled the boiling rage that brought about the snarling of discontent, ruining one of his prized posters on the wall before laughing psychotically, the compass of his morality and composure bent and consumed by the fires of hell blazing within. "Without my work you would be no one Voxy. As much as you hate the radio demon it must burn knowing he was right about that.~ I wonder if he can give better along with hosting better content." He seethed venom dripping from his fangs at the painfully induced smile as his hips swung to the side, hands resting upon them. "At least he would have the manners to show up when asked. Maybe chivalry still lives in the open arms of radio."

@☫ Valentino ⁂ Part of him had been hoping this would take a turn for the better after his speech, but instead, he was dumped with the body of the poor who’d crossed Val’s path before he had. “On a whim? If it was on a whim, I wouldn’t offer to come back to it! You know I don’t even give two s about !” Grimacing - it was going to take hours to get the blood out of this shirt - he awkwardly held the body for a moment, unsure whether to follow through with the instructions or to simply dump it. He chose the later. With a scowl, he let the corpse fall from his arms, stepping over it like it was a land mine to take a few steps back. “Oh c’mon Val, really?” There was less diplomacy, more frustration bubbling up now. The gun had stopped phasing him around the third time he’d been threatened with it, but he still raised his hands as he continued taking steps back. “Alright! Fine, whatever, I won’t even take my , I’ll be back for it tomorrow, I am /moving out/!” By the time he moved it all, it would be time to bring it back again, but with a flaring temper came sparks at the end of his tongue, and still glowering, Vox span on his heel to stalk for the front door.

@☼ Vox ⁂ Somehow the 'diplomatic smile' forced Valentino's foul mood to take a turn for the worst. "Oh? How splendid to know you can cancel plans on a whim and treat my accomplishments as if they're at the bottom of your to do list." A forced smile of his own was dripping with venomous honey and soon turning into a scowl, the embarrassment flooding back with the memories. Bottom lip curling back to expose gnashing razor like teeth, pupils dialating to a pin point as the lifeless body was tossed into the overlord's extended arms. "Take him out instead. him if you want. It's the perfect match considering he's dead and you soon will be if you don't pack up your and leave." He seethed, swiveling back on one foot as he held his head up high, fixing the brim of his hat before three of his appendages rested on his hips, the other extending the gun out to point it at the other male in an all too familiar ceremony. "And don't think about coming back or I swear to God I'll blow your brains out and use the new holes for s to in my next movie"

@☫ Valentino ⁂ The man grimaced when he heard the ugly smash of the vase - he imagined whatever it was wasn’t the first thing to be disfigured or thrown, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. What else had he been expecting? With a strongly diplomatic smile the moment moth demon appeared around the doorway - there wasn’t a vase in hand to throw at him, yet, but part of him wanted his hands raised to defend his face just in case. Folding his arms behind his back though, he rolled his shoulders back. “Val, babe, I get why you’re upset. We can watch your movie tomorrow, hm? Just think - it’s better for US if I take up the short notice work, boring as it was I’m striking gold with this one.” He brushed off the insults, though his skin prickled under them - an electrical feeling, like static in the air between them, the only indication of his annoyance other than the slight furrowing of his brows. Stepping closer, like one might approach a rampaging animal, he unfolded his hands in favour of offering them out to the other. “You’ve just gotta be patient and things work out, how about we have some poor clean up the mess while we go out for a while?”

@☼ Vox ⁂ Imagine coming back to an empty penthouse suite after a last minute change in plans that left what was supposed to be your shinning moment crumpled and tossed in the gutter, because that's exactly what happened to Val as he paced hot headedly in the master bedroom, his favored gun and the throat of some deceased imp servant that happened to cross his path at exactly the wrong moment of time. Seething venom and rage, he never even took the time to change out of his posh fit as pin point heels dug into the carpet with each step, wringing the neck of the imp further until every bone cracked and shattered beneath his grip, blood from the carcass splattered against the floor and his favorite coat as cusswords spilled between gritted teeth. Not only was a mirror in shambles, his phone was crushed and an antique vase was found lifted from its resting spot and hurled furiously at the direction of Vox's intruding voice. There he was. That pretentious prick. Who did he think he was standing Val up like that? Upon hearing the vase smash into something, he poked his head of the room, pissily squinting at Vox, practically insulted that all he could think about was food during his frequent mid life crisis. "Don't you VAL me you flat faced two timing bureaucratic limp ." He practically spat the words out as the unoccupied appendages of his gripped onto the door frame, splintering the wood as talon like nails carved angry lines into it. "The only take out I'm interested is you along with the rest of the garbage"

@☫ Valentino ⁂ Rubbing the bridge of his nose, pressing down until his skin tingled, he finally, bravely, pulled open the door. The moment he did, tired fingertips found the tie slowly choking him, loosening it until the fabric fell away, coming free like the top button of his shirt. Business was business, but holy hell, was it boring business. The polite bargaining between overlords felt almost like a laughing matter - the most ruthless behaving like the closest of friends to get a good deal. Fake. It was a game, and he was much too exhausted to keep playing that evening. His footsteps were, admittedly, cautious - there was no sparkly gun pointed to his temple for his sudden, and, well, undoubtedly rude departure that morning. Yet.

To be fair, he’d be peeved if plans that had been put in place weeks ago had been shaken up because his boyfriend had gone galavanting off with a group of snotty business-folk. A low grumble in his stomach made him sigh. Right. There had been no snack-time, you couldn’t trust a bunch of sinners not to lace each other’s food with God knows what. “Va-l,” he called out finally, tone carrying a hint of his disregard, letting the name roll off his tongue almost in song, as if there wasn’t an apology due. He didn’t dare do too much roaming further into the building, opting instead to prowl to the living room, calling out. “How would you feel about take-out tonight? That lot really took it out of me, they never seemed to shut up.”

@☼ Hwang Hyunjin ()I'd let her guide him over to the *ruined building* maybe there she has some things stash away for their use since they tend to walk around that block now and again to head back to her hotel room — since I assume she'd be staying there rooms wise.

@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ It was cold, the wind was unmerciful as ever in hell, Hyunjin could only shiver under the trench coat he was given. He had no other choice. This is what she liked, his beautiful demoness of a mistress. He could only hear her, see her. The lowly sinner could only watch as she killed her cigarette, glad that she did it on the floor at the bottom of her feet instead of doing it on his body. That smile on her face looked so sweet, so caring, but Hyunjin knows it will never be as it seems. He approached closer knowing that he had no other option but to do so. "I'm sorry, mommy." There was no point in making excuses. She wouldn't be happy hearing them anyways. He tried his best to hide the pain when she grabbed hold of his face roughly, digging those nails into his skin.

He knew what she wanted, at least in that moment. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, feeling her warm body press against his cold shivering one. What his mommy wanted was clear as day when she ran those fingers through his hair before grabbing a fistful, bringing him down to meet her lips. She's always so addicting, like a drug he just couldn't quit. Maybe it's within her nature, but whatever it is he can't stop wanting more, needing more. Hyunjin will take whatever she's willing to give because that is all he could do, a speck on the ground, a nobody in the middle of a sea full of sinners and she will only acknowledge him when it pleases her. The favorite toy, the sweet baby boy, how long will that title last when she finds someone prettier than him, someone better looking who hasn't been broken in like a beaten dog.

Thoughts that filled the sinner's head dissipated when he felt those lips pressed against his own, leaning in for more, begging for her affection. He parted his lips and gave her control, a soft moan leaving his throat as he felt her nip on his lips. Somehow it always felt so good when she kisses him, it's like an addiction, a need, a thirst to be quenched. Even the pain from her sinking her teeth into him brought pleasure. He wanted more, needed more but she never gives more than intended and he hasn't earned his reward.

She pulled away and left Hyunjin in a daze, the soft touch of those rosy red lips that he knew made a mess on his face even if hers stayed pristine. His breathing was heavy, there was a heat stirring within him that almost made him forget the cold outside. It felt warm as if he wasn't standing almost in the public night air. "Yes, mommy. Nghh.. I'll do better. Whatever you ask." He could feel her power coursing through him already. His body will be sensitive and needy soon enough. He could feel his loins stirring, his growing hard under the lace underwear he had on. When Momo ran her hand down to his crotch, he couldn't help but try to rub against it, enjoying the friction no matter how brief it was.

Hyunjin didn't even resist, following his mistress without fighting her. He was appreciative that she allowed him to walk instead of crawling on his hands and knees being led by a chain although at this moment, his lust addled mind wouldn't have cared is she asked that of him. If anything it would turn him on even more.

The sinner was snapped out of his train of thoughts when he heard his mommy ask him a question as to what he's thinking of having tonight. He contemplated telling her nothing, knowing that she would punish him even if he did answer. But her voice is like a siren's call to him, an alluring music as long as he's still within the parameters of the studio. "I was imagining you making me crawl on all fours, leading me with a chain, mommy. I want you to make me pretty." he knew what he was asking and what her pretty is. Her version of him messed up and ed out is always when she compliments him. Hyunjin wants nothing more than to be between those long domineering legs, face buried in Momo's heat as he tries his best to please her, hearing his mommy's moans is the highest praise he could receive and praises are almost as good as ecstasy.

@☼ Hwang Hyunjin The demoness didn't care if her pathetic little was tied down or not but even with allowing him help, she damn well expected him to be up and ready and walking with her to their next designated location. Where is that exactly? Momo isn't sure where she has the plan of taking this gorgeous little pet of hers for some punishment, after all, he deserves it. He broke the rules in their little deal of understanding, he's supposed to allow her to do any and everything with his body — or so she selfishly believes and demands seeing as half his soul only was sold to her
Momo is set in believing that his body is now her plaything, only because it seems to her that Hyunjin revels in the treatment. Allowing her to demand orders to bend and twist him as she wishes, upon glancing at the approaching male as she's outing a cigarette on the floor, a boots-clad heel chucks it out on the dirty pavement, her orbs find Hyunjin's tired gaze, only further making her smile in pleasure at the drained sight of her little pet.

"Was it too much for you, my sweet, are you getting down in age? Tsk, here I thought the likes of you, could hold out better than that mm? You got to act the age you look, my love, twenty three right? You're no old man, who can't seem to figure out how to keep rutting like a in heat, don't you dare forget that hm?" Her fingers clasp on his cheeks and jawline, sharp nails digging into the pristine coating of alabaster skin that feels supple to the touch, almost soft and smooth like a baby's bottom.

Her little conquest surely is the prettiest thing she laid sight on, so soft and dainty, gorgeous, thick thighs, slender body strewn over whatever surface she deems fit, lips that are so plump and rosy that the demon cannot help but inch over, hand gliding in his silken locks and tugging his head down to meet hers. Breath ghosted over his moist pair as a tongue snakes out to encompass the lower brim and scoop it into the hold of her pearly whites. Digging gently into the sweet flesh that's oh so soft to bite into, she feels as if one tug, would break the skin apart reveling in the crimson that would flow out in tiny droplets. The vivid image painted in her mind makes her go insane with lust and need for the younger but she tries ignoring and not dwelling on it for far too long.

A ghost of her lips is pressed into a soothing kiss, a promise of, "I will take care of you later, be a good boy and show mommy that you can handle this, you will be rewarded in full," it's light, soft, and sweet. Quite unlike the she was inside with the entire crew looking on at Hyunjin and expecting him to be the best of the best because Momo was proud of her little prodigy and wanted to show him off. Being her favorite little soul she took and half-owned, she had her favorites after all, and Hyunjin might be the number one. After all, he does have the potential to please her fully.

A little slap to his cheeks is given and gentle pats followed with a small smile, "Let's walk around the perimeter before heading over to our room mmm? Maybe we can start off there and find something fun for you to do mm? I'm sure there would be other sinners lurking and wouldn't mind touching or taking part in toying with you a bit. You'd like that won't you? Love having numerous hands all over your ty body.
You'd thank me later when the drug kicks in baby boy, I just gave you a little incentive in that kiss I shared, so make good use of it, understood? Maybe you needed an added push since the ecstasy wasn't enough and your pretty wasn't doing much as it should." She was taunting and lying because his arousal was at its peak and finest but yet his body was too haggard and sore to continue. Her slender hand glides down to give his crotch an ample, firm pat as they walk into the night.

The cool air grazed over Momo's heated skin and her arm hooks around her pet's waist and guided him with her on their short, little walk. Even though she's shorter than him, her body still holds a lot more power and command than his— after all, she's an overlord and Hyunjin is nothing but a sinner — her little .

"What are you thinking about having tonight mm? I'm even being kind enough to give you free reign for now, once you're sweet and show me that you can handle it and behave and enjoy it to the fullest while making me enjoy you to my fullest — you won't be punished at all pretty, so tell mommy, what is it that you wish for tonight, besides me of course. Can't give you that reward too soon, bet your face is begging for my but you need to earn that, love."

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@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ His overlord isn't happy. Hyunjin knew already, mustering up another fake moan when his partner for this scene pinched his sore s without any grace or technique. It had been a long day, he was cold and tired. This shoot had been going and he is clad in nothing more than just a white lace garter belt with matching and thigh high sheer stockings. His whole body being bound on the bed, arms and legs stretched out in aa spread eagle position for hours is just challenging. She was asking him questions and he knew she wanted an answer but the gag in his mouth made it difficult to do so. He just hummed a response, hoping that it was enough to appease his lady. He looked at her with a look that begged her to let him go. He wanted nothing more than to just retire to his room. But his mistress had a different plan.

Just a flick of her wrist and a shocking pain hit him right on his inner thigh, just above the sheer material. He winced from the sensation, knowing from the itching heat from his leg that it was definitely going to turn red. Those eyes that are watching him glowed and he knew he was in for a longer night. He braced his body as his mistress started to flog him harder and faster. He tried his best not to run, letting out whines of pain as the torture continues. Everywhere she hit turns into a stinging warmth that is begging to be touched. His is hard and throbbing from the drug he ingested before they started, falling out of the flimsy material of his . His tip is glistening from the precum, bouncing with each strike creating a mess.

Hyunjin wanted more, the pain and pleasure that his mistress inflicts on him. He tried to control his breathing, whining out through the gag when he felt her warm breath against his manhood. He wanted her to reward him but unfortunately he knew that he had done nothing to deserve it. He watched as she pulled back, instructing them to stop recording and wrap it up for the night. Hyunjin sighed in disappointment, waiting for the others to release him from his bindings before getting up, putting on the so called clothing, if you can call a trench coat clothing over his bare body, fixing his hair before meeting his mistress.

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@☼ Hwang Hyunjin It always starts with eager enthusiasm, "I'll happily be your slave and you may do whatever you wish to me, and I would do what is demanded of me," only for when years upon years of tiresome runs in this entertainment business, she supposes that her little pet would be quite tired of always needing to own up to the purrs demanded from her. After all, the female overlord wasn't someone easy to be close to, from her mood swings to the whiplash of her bipolar personality, the poor sinner must be quite traumatized and drained beyond exhaustion by now. Does Momo take pity on the poor soul? Holding it on contract between slender, long, greedy fingers- frankly, she doesn't care. Her pleasure before his, it's what Hyunjin is made for, it's what he does best. However, tonight? It's truly a shame how much the beaut keeps messing up the simple run-through, causing the woman to click her tongue in disapproval.

"Cut!" Her voice whips out sharp and slicing through the air stilling around the bodies accommodating the area as she snaps at the young male, "I'm beyond tired of your recklessness, are you just pathetic? Giving up and going lax, you have to earn your rights here Hyunjin-ah," her voice is stern, firm and no sense of apologies are laced on her tongue, clicking her tongue, she reaches behind the set for the toys that are lined up on the rack on display for the members to use, whether it's being used against her favorite pet or him using it - either way, she enjoys having his pretty, milken flesh welted now and again. Tonight makes no difference as her hand reaches out to snag a flogger, testing it out on her hand with a firm smack and hissing in approval.

A sinful smirk lines the woman's red tiers as her legs carry her over, nudging her chin at the other 'cast members,' her attention turns to the director, "Take a little snippet of this too, won't you dear?" Sweet are her words, as if she doesn't plan on ruining the tall male in front of everyone, effectively making him her little , "What did I tell you before coming here love, did I not say, no pain, no gain? I think you ought to keep repeating that little statement for you to memorize it hm?" With a solemn shake of her head, clearly not feeling any sense of disheartened emotions concerning the other, her hand snaps out, flogging him right across his smooth thighs.

A rosy hue glimmered over his alabaster flesh, lighting up the overlord's eyes, her orbs widening and crimson flooding them as her powers thrum from the pain she knew he would feel. With every ounce of pain, she graces this pathetic boy, pleasure succumbs her like a hand choking her, it feels that 'good,' her limbs tingle, fingertips simmer with heat and the lust coils thick and needy in her stomach as she snaps out her hand in rapid successions, circulating the male's frame as she slaps down harshly over his torso, the soiled of and droplets of juices staining his stomach - add to the glory of the material from the flog whip. Following the line of his sinewy muscles gracing the exquisite male's body, she couldn't help but hum in approval whilst admiring the lashes adding color to his blank canvas, she loved leaving marks and that's exactly what she decided to leave.

Leaning down a bit, finds his soiled and she gives it a brief little kiss, making sure to blow some air over the tip before giving a little slap, allowing the appendage to bob back and down, slapping across his stomach and coming back up as she moves back fully, arms folded and eyes glaring at him before shaking her head once and holding a single hand to stop the run. "Let's wrap it up for tonight, I think our lover boy here needs some motivation, might need to take him out a bit and get him some energy," Momo's voice is iced cold, eyes glaring into his but her lips at the corner pulls into a faint smirk as she studies how beautifully wrecked the handsome being looks. "Get dressed darling, or do you need me to help you do that hm? Helpless mutt..." clicking her tongue quietly, she throws his clothing onto the bed beside him, snapping lowly, "Clean up and meet me out back Hyunjin-ah."

Her look and vibe: https://i.imgur.com/dW6H7oA.jpeg