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July 25, 2025 at 2:32 PM
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#PregValWeek
7. Giving birth ( #staticmoth & #valangel )
Nothing went according to plan. The labour started two days early. Valentino gave birth alone, in the bathroom of one of the clubs he owned. One upside of that was that Vox couldn’t televise it. There was a lot of tearing and he passed out before he got to hold his baby. His vision was swimming from the pain and dizziness, but he could tell his baby looked a lot like Angel Dust. One of the babies at least. He had twins. Two beautiful little girls. He got a better look at them after he came to. He wasn’t sure who called for help or who got him back to the tower. The first person he saw after coming to was Angel, sitting by his bedside and staring at their child. Valentino regretted being deprived of his original reaction. Vox definitely had it recorded, so he would be able to rewatch it, but it wouldn’t be the same. “Dad said I’m not allowed to hold my sisters yet.” “Sisters?” The first baby, the one Valentino had caught a glimpse of and that Angel Dust was cradling to his chest with an indescribable expression on his face, had soft pink skin, four arms, a crumpled up set of pink wings and thin straight white hair growing on her haid. She stubbornly refused to open her eyes, or at least her main pair of eyes, and the red freckled under her eyes exactly matching Angel’s made him question if she could already see through those extra spider eyes. She was so tiny compared to Angel, it was hard to believe such a small thing could cause so much damage on her way out. The second baby, the one Valentino didn’t remember giving birth to because he had by then passed out, looked more like a fuzzy white caterpillar, but with Vox’s antenna instead of moth untenna. Which, combined with her bald head, big red eyes, and the dark blue complexion inherited from her father, made her look like a little space alien. Vox was, no doubt, already planning the best way to introduce this new miracle to the public.
June 14, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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6. Massage | Contractions ( #staticmoth & #valangel )
“You’re so much better at this than Vox.” Valentino let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure and relief as four of Angel Dust’s hands danced over his sore spine. The spider’s third pair of arms were holding Valentino steady and keeping him from putting any weight on his baby bump. The moth was laying on his front on a pile of pillows with an indentation for his growing midsection. It wasn’t the safest or most comfortable arrangement, but it was what worked the best for him when he was getting the massage his sore back was so desperately craving. They were doing it on one of the recording beds in the studio. Before they would have done it in Valentino’s bed in the penthouse, but since Angel Dust was refusing to obey his orders anywhere where he wasn’t forced to obey them, Valentino moved those little pampering sessions somewhere there Angel couldn’t disobey him. He did not regret it one bit. Angel’s hands were like silk and cotton against his feverish skin. He wasn’t sure what the fever was from. He must have caught something from Vax. Little kids are germ magnets and miracle demon babies are no different in that regard. They should probably update his antivirus software before flu season officially starts. “You’re so much better at this than Angel.” Valentino whispers to Vox, savoring the feeling of the electronic claws’ warmth of his skin, the gentle electrotherapy helping relax his cramping muscles. He’s been having a lot more cramps lately. The feeling of his body preparing for the birth was familiar, but that didn’t make it any less unpleasant. Luckily, he had his Vox to stimulate his nerves with his electrocity just right to loosen him up and lessen the pain. And he had his Angel Dust with his exquisitely fluffy, expertly practised hands to knead away any cramps that Vox’s claws couldn’t get rid of.
June 14, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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5. Singing to the baby ( #staticmoth )
Vax was getting restless. He was used to having everyone’s attention on him, being the cutest, most precious, most important thing in every room, and now he was being upstaged by something that wasn’t even born yet. Suddenly Valentino’s belly was more important than him. Velvette was listening to music while designing. She was also singing along. Vax loved his aunt’s voice. He didn’t want her to chase him out so he hid under her desk. She did notice him, because that probably wasn’t a good hiding place to begin with, but she let him stay. Vax was happy he got to stay because that meant someone was paying attention to him. Dad usually just got annoyed at him for disturbing mami. Aunt Velvette was also a much better singer than dad. Vax wasn’t supposed to say that to his dad since he got defensive so easily but it was true. Vax heard his dad singing to the baby in his mami’s belly and that was when he found out some people’s voices were not very suited for some types of music. His dad could sing upbeat songs really well, but slow sensual lullabies… Mami must have really loved him to be able to pretend that sounded good. Vax knew he looked more like his dad, but he hoped his singing voice when he was older would be more like aunt Velvette’s or uncle Angel’s. He also hoped the baby had heard their singing too so it had a chance to develop some better taste.
June 14, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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4. Nightmares | Pregnancy anxieties ( #staticmoth )
Being the only earthborn sinner in Hell who popped out two live births would be quite the brag, but that was precisely the problem. It was such an impressive memorable brag, it threatened to overshadow everything else about him. It wasn’t even like he could neatly tie what he had been known for up until now with this new role. His old image, the one he was so proud of, was all about porn, drugs, sex, nightclubs and adult entertainment as a whole. His new claim to fame had everything to do with babies. Porn and babies should not be put in one sentence. And what if Vox wanted more kids? What if he wanted to try again and again until he got one with the desired features and powerset. More of his mini-me’s running around, meaning more pregnancies, meaning more time Valentino would be spending separated from his old image… Was this his punishment in hell? To be allowed to be king of a kingdom of all his favourite brands of debauchery just long enough to get used to it, only to be relegated to a housewife in a loveless marriage to a control freak for the rest of his miserable afterlife? Valentino was aware Vox was putting up with him because he was good at sex and good at making money, but at least that was more than one thing. Now it seemed like he only loved him for giving him miracle babies. How long would that adoration last? Until Valentino couldn’t carry a pregnancy anymore? Until the public got over the news and the interviews decreased in viewership? Interviews where Vox did most of the talking, despite not being the one pregnant? One night, in bed, Vox traced his claw over the stretch marks on the sides of Valentino’s baby bump while whispering into the moth’s ear: “As soon as this one’s out, I’m going to pop another bun in before your oven gets the chance to cool down. Before these lines get the chance to fade. So you stay big and beautiful for me. Sounds like a dream, right, Val?” Sounded like an absolute nightmare.
June 10, 2025 at 8:12 AM
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3. Telling the family vs their reactions ( #valangel )
“Angel, pass me the gin.” Valentino layed back on the plush sofa, kicking his feet up over the armrest. Instead of obediently hurrying to fulfil Valentino’s demand, the fluffy white angel simply sighed and got up. “I’m done, Val.” “With what?” “With you. I’m leaving.” “Hand me the gin on your way out.” Valentino lifted a cigarette into his mouth. “You shouldn’t even be drinking if you’re pregnant.” Angel walked past him without turning around and headed for the door. “So you care enough to lecture me but not to stay? Fucking hypocritical twink.” “How’s it hypocritical? The kid’s not mine. If you need a hand ‘cause you’re getting too fat from cravings, shouldn’t Vox be the one here with you?” Valentino chuckled, blowing the smoke in Angel’s direction. It formed into a chain around Angel’s throat, stopping him from leaving. “I sometimes wish it was his.” The softer causal tone gave way to the irritable aggressive version of Valentino that Angel was used to and that he had hoped would be suppressed by the pregnancy endorphins. Valentino yanked the chain hard enough to send him crashing onto the ground. “The kid is yours.” “So now you’re going to babytrap me? That’s a new low. Even for you.” Thankfully for Angel, the pregnancy pheromones were messing with Valentino’s powers. Before the chain could harden and materialise fully, Angel slipped out and ran away. At the moment, Valentino had been only saying that to mess with Angel. At the moment Angel saw right through it and did not believe him. They were both in for one massive surprise when the baby was born with pinkish skin, white hair, and a suspicious set of freckles under her eyes.
June 8, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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2. Pregnancy symptoms | Pheromones and hormones ( #staticmoth & #valangel )
Where Vox failed to satisfy his partner, Angel excelled. Angel knew how to put on a show when Valentino was horny, even if he smelled atrocious. Angel knew how to gently coax pleasure out of Valentino when he started producing the second category of pheromones. Massage his hips and lick his slit until he relaxes. Angel knew how to be a shoulder to cry on when Valentino didn’t want to have sex at all. Before, Angel wasn’t even sure if it was possible for Valentino to stay not-horny for longer than an hour at a time. Now he could go over a week without showing signs of a libido. Which was strange, because when he was pregnant with Vax, he was even hornier than normal. Why was the second pregnancy so much different? It seemed like all Val wanted to do now was stuff his face and cry. Then he’d cry about getting fat, stuff his face some more to cheer himself up, get sick, throw up, and cry about that. He was crying more than a toddler. And Angel knew that for a fact because he was also babysitting a toddler. Valentino’s toddler. And little toddler Vax frankly made less of a mess than his pregnant parent. He was always sore, he was always crying, he was always hungry, his eyesight had gotten even worse from the strain of the pregnancy, and yet he was still bursting with energy. He visited 6 maternity clothes stories in one day despite all of his own maternity clothes being custom made by Velvette. He took Vax to LuLu world and to a trampoline park and managed to keep up with him even after Vox collapsed from exhaustion in the overpriced food zone. And of course Angel was expected to keep up with him too. Because while Valentino didn’t see any problem with going on a trampoline or running all day while pregnant, he drew the line at carrying his own bag. Angel knew better than to argue with any of Valentino’s demands, because if he made him too upset, Vox would blame him for hurting the baby by ‘tricking Valentino into straining himself’.
June 8, 2025 at 5:45 PM
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1. Talks about having/wanting a child ( #staticmoth )
It didn't take much convincing. Vax was an oopsie baby and so would be baby number two. Pregnancies among sinners were rare and live birth even rarer. This second miracle mistake would make Valentino the first sinner to have carried to term two successful pregnancies in Hell. Free advertising for how powerful Vox was. Indisputable proof of why the Vees should rule Hell. The baby wasn't planned, so it came as a shock to both of them when Valentino found himself feeling a similar type of grogginess as during the first pregnancy. He was also throwing up even when not hungover. During his first pregnancy, he realised he was pregnant when he was 5 months in, because that’s when the shape of Vax’s screen started being visible through his taut belly. With baby number two, he realised just two months in. That was his sign to stop drinking, smoking, doing drugs, participating in any dangerous kinks, start taking supplements, plan a second nursery and overall become very boring at parties for the next half year. Velvette was excited over the possibility the second kid could be a girl. Vox was excited over the possibility of the second kid being more photogenic than the first. Vax was excited over having a baby sibling to play with. Valentino was… less excited. Another pregnancy meant he would be isolated from everything he enjoyed about his job. I meant another long cycle of withdrawal and being put on camera as a medical curiosity. Valentino loved being on camera, but that was because he was sexy and powerful. He wasn’t being worshipped, he was being treated as Vox’s breeding mare while Vox was getting all the praise. Sure, Valentino wanted to keep the baby. But he also feared that if this baby survived, Vox would want more. That he would want nothing more from Valentino than to be his personal incubator. But that wouldn’t happen. That was just paranoia. He should be happy. They both wanted the baby. There was no need to discuss it. It didn’t take much convincing.
June 8, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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Picrew image of Valentino and humanized Angel Dust
May 30, 2025 at 12:29 PM