#beetlejuice mafia au

[frenchfry99]

"Can we keep it?"

The goober has been found

Rob's right tho, Lilly does remind me of a puppy a bit. Even though she's a cat. Puppycat then?

Poppet & Lilly are so precious to me augh-

(tato means dad)

Lil malicious creature

Lilly can be intimidating to literally anyone but her dads smh (maybe it's the clown nose)

Siblings confirmed 🤨🤨?? Just thought their dynamic would be silly cuz Lilly would be the Ashton defender number one (though there's already a whole bunch of em lol)

Ik this ver of Colt and Rob would not care for some random kid but I found this idea silly -

Two unhinged criminals and their possibly more unhinged child.

How did Rob find her? Well she's been lurking around the mob base for god knows how long (but literally, prolly only Home knew she's here-) until one day Lilly wasn't careful enough and got spotted by Rob or someone else.

Poppet and Ashton would be the only ones Lilly causes the least trouble to-

Tbh Lilly just wants attention (therefore her only fear is being left alone) and would commit crimes and various mischief to make sure you won't forget about her, unlike her og ver who'd rather give you some silly gifts & help. Though she still tries to be helpful in this au, but how competent and serious a child can be?

( ocs by @clownsuu @cupophrogs @ashchoo @thelone-copper )

(Also don't mind that style & brushes change on literally each of those I was going through a crisis)

[nonbinarypirat]

I am finally FINALLY caught up to the recent chapters for both the mafia AU and the mainline story 🙏🏽. I have been so absent from this account, I haven’t been up to date for Iruma-Kun about three months or so? So I’ve been avoiding tumblr like the plague to avoid spoilers. But I’m back and fully in my hyperfixation mode!!! I have a few posts planned for my thoughts on the AU (gender roles, princess/knight, and utena references) and the main story (Nova 🫶🏽, the creation and passion for art, power to a marginalized race). But for now, I’m so glad to be up to date and can look at fanart again! Expect an annoying amount of reposts.

[moonlight-records]

Romeo & Romeo | AL x MS

pairing: mafia!mick schumacher x arthur leclerc

summary: one is from mercedes and a mafia prince. the other is the youngest brother to the mafia prince of ferrari. arthur is suppose to steer clear of the mafia world as a whole and mick is suppose to just follow his big brother, lewis', footsteps. yet worlds collide. now, they have to decide on their loyalty to their families or follow their hearts.

warning: nothing for this part chapter???

wc: 2.3K

a/n: for @norrisleclercf1 since I gave you the brain worms I must pay the brain worm toll. mafia au!

Monaco is a gorgeous city that has a lot of tourists come and go. Celebrities too. Even at night, the nightlife was so lively. There was always something to do and you truly couldn’t get bored. It was also the biggest city for the top ten mafias in the entire world. As much as Monaco was beautiful it was also highly dangerous when you start poking around too much. Arthur wasn’t stupid. He knew that and prided himself on the fact. He knew what his brother does for work and what “family” he worked for. It wasn’t hard given all the men coming in and out of the house in their suits. The late night conversations. The nights Charles came home bruised and bloodied. How he always cursed the other families, the negotiations, all of it. Arthur knew but he didn’t say anything. For Charles’ sake. 

Like right now. 

Charles mentioned something about going out tonight and Arthur locked himself in his room to finish his homework. Arthur was hunched over his desk, eyes burning, and he’s .5 seconds ready from ripping his homework up and failing the assignment. 

‘Need to fix my car. Wanna help?-OB

Arthur reads the text before looking at the time. It’s close to 10:30 and Arthur knows he should stay in and finish his homework. He’s so close to being done that if he just sat and focused he could finish it before midnight and actually get more than 4 hours of sleep and that sounded…so nice. Bringing his gaze to his homework, Arthur feels his frustration spike. Sure, his assignment isn’t due till the end of the week but his professor (who’s never liked him because Arthur isn’t tolerating any of his bullshit) has basically axed his entire design and had Arthur start from the beginning. The memories make Arthur grit his teeth and he’s half tempted to bitch to Charles but he isn’t sure how that would end so Arthur replies. 

’Meet you there-AL’ 

Standing up, Arthur changes. He throws on some jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie. He grabs his keys, phone, wallet, and headphones. Shoving them into his pockets, he makes his way downstairs. He looks up quickly and throws a hand up to his brother. “Hi Charlie,” he starts as he heads to the door and stops before promptly turning. “Oh Charlie,” Arthur stares at his older brother, surprised, “What are you doing at home? I thought you were going out?”

“I am.” His brother glances at Arthur and frowns, “where are you going? It’s almost,” checking his watch, “10:30 in the night. You know better than to go out at this hour. You should be getting ready for bed instead of going out, you know how dangerous it is to go out at this hour.” Turning to face his younger brother, he crosses his arms over his chest, “you better have a good reason for wanting to go out this late.”

“Ollie wanted to see the new Beetlejuice movie,” Arthur answers easily. His heart hurts lying to his brother but he knows if Charles found out the truth of where Arthur was really going, Arthur would never see the light of day again besides uni. Even that would probably mean more security, “he just finished his homework and there’s one more showing in about 20 minutes.” Before Charles could speak, Arthur jumps in, “it’s right by 4 Clover.” There was a silent understanding of what that meant.

That meant the theater was in neutral grounds, just like 4 Clover and the university. That meant Arthur should be safe and if anyone dared to do something they’d be breaking an agreement that all the families had agreed upon and that is something Arthur didn’t want to envision.

Arthur clasps his hands gently behind his back while the silence really settles between them. Studying his brother’s face, Arthur knew that Charles was mulling it over. On one hand, it was late and Arthur wouldn’t deny that and Charles loves Ollie like a little brother too which meant the idea of both Arthur and Ollie being out this late with no protection and supervision was eating at him. On the other hand, Charles was pushing for Arthur to have a normal life which meant stuff like this. Late night movies, bites, partying (though Arthur never had time with his classes, homework, and work). Charles sighs and Arthur holds his breath.

“Fine,” Charles finally says, “you may go to the movies with Ollie but.” Charles looks pointedly at Arthur, “you call me if anything happens and I mean anything. Even if someone looks at you funny, you call me. I also expect you to come home straight after the movie. It’ll be well after midnight and you’re already pushing it by going out this late. Understood?”

“Yes,” Arthur says. He’s careful not to sound too excited. He doesn’t want to raise any suspicion and Charles tells him no or worse, follows him. He smiles at his brother as he nods, “I understand. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, probably. Just—be careful, please?” Arthur asks as he moves to the front door. All that earns is a nod and grunt from Charles and Arthur slips out the door before Charles decides to revoke this rare gratitude and leniency he’s spared on Arthur.

Parking three blocks down Arthur gets down and locks his car. Pulling his hood up Arthur walks the three blocks to an abandoned garage strip. Looking at the doors he mumbles to himself before seeing a light. He knocks on the side door three times and waits till it’s cracked open and Arthur is greeted by brunette hair and the familiar sunshine smile before the door is open and Arthur slinks in and closes it behind him. “Hey,” Arthur takes his hood off as he follows Ollie back over to the black chrome Ferrari Ollie was currently working on.

“Hey yourself! Glad you could make it tonight. Was it easy?”

“No,” Arthur sighs as he plops down on a swivel stool that they kept around. Pushing himself gently, he stops next to Ollie who is back under the hood of his car, “Charles was still home oddly enough. I could have sworn he was leaving around 10 but guess it got pushed back or something,” shaking his head, Arthur runs his fingers through his hair, “told him we were seeing the new Beetlejuice movie tonight and he wants me home right after so I think I can spare about…an hour and thirty?”

Ollie nods slightly and chuckles softly while blindly reaching for something. Thankfully, Arthur knows and offers the headlamp to Ollie which he accepts. “Well, I shouldn’t need anything more than an hour tops?” Glancing at Arthur as he puts the headlamp on, “are you hungry? We could get food before we head home.”

“I would like that actually.” Arthur smiles at Ollie, “so what happened this time?”

“Well, I was due for an oil change for starters,” Ollie explains, “but something’s rattling around in here.” Making a face, “I’m convinced someone came in here and dropped some shit in here to fuck with me,” he grumbles as he continues to see what is making the noise in his car, “how are classes?”

“Well, I was due for an oil change for starters,” Ollie explains, “but something’s rattling around in here.” Making a face, “I’m convinced someone came in here and dropped some shit in here to fuck with me,” he grumbles as he continues to see what is making the noise in his car, “how are classes?”

Arthur lets a grunt out at the question before going on a tangent about his shitty professor and how he has to start his entire assignment. It then turned into a rant about how this professor has always had it out for him when Arthur had called the professor out last semester. It was something stupid, Arthur can’t even remember what it was, and from there the professor had it out for him and Arthur refused to just put up with it silently and the battle has only continued into this semester.

Arthur’s so invested in his ranting that he misses the voices growing closer to the garage. He stops when the door is flung open and a boy with curly brunette hair is semi tossed in. Arthur immediately stands as the second figure steps in though he’s not looking as he closes the door. When the figure turns, Arthur feels like the world freezes. Compared to the curly hair, this guy was taller. Maybe roughly 5’9. He’s got blonde hair and the prettiest blue eyes he’s ever seen. Truly, Arthur finds it impossible to stop staring at the other. Glancing at his clothes, he sees that he’s just in jeans and a t-shirt but he eyes the sleek black helmet he has before looking back and they lock eyes.

“Um,” the blonde starts and Arthur nearly swoons hearing the German accent, “This is not our garage.”

“No shit,” the shorter male looking Arthur up and down as Arthur glances when Ollie snaps his head to look at them before coming out from under the hood.

“Hey guys, no no it’s okay,” Ollie laughs softly. “No worries. Mistakes happen, I’ve accidentally wandered into your garage once or twice.” Gesturing to the blonde’s helmet, “going for a ride?”

“Uh yeah, yeah we are.”

“Well, be careful.” Arthur isn’t sure what possessed him to speak but he can’t stop now, “it’s that time for cops to make quota so they’re out more often. Especially at night.”

“Oh! Thank you for the heads up, that’s really good to know.” The blonde extends his hand and Arthur melts seeing him smile. It’s soft, bright, friendly and a bit goofy but also reminds Arthur of a golden retriever almost, “I’m Mick.”

Shaking his hand, “Arthur.”

“Well, nice to meet you Arthur.”

“You too.” A bit of an awkward silence falls between them and they can hear Ollie teasing Kimi for needing a babysitter. Arthur clears his throat before Mick is speaking again, “so do you…” gesturing to Ollie’s car, Arthur understood what Mick was trying to say.

“Oh, no, I just watch and help Ollie.” Glancing at the Brit for a quick moment, “when he lets me touch his baby.” 

The two chuckles while Mick nods, “ah I see.”

“Uh, you ride?” Arthur asks.

“Oh! Yeah I do, actually. I keep extras in the garage to fix up. Have you ever ridden?”

“No, actually. I haven’t. Never met anyone who rode a bike.”

“Would you like to?”

Arthur stares at Mick a bit dumbfounded. He wasn’t expecting Mick to offer a ride considering they just met though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. Not only would get to be a backpack for someone but he would be a backpack for a very cute boy. Though he remembers Charles' words and the time crunch he was on. He also did not need one of his brother’s “friends” seeing him and reporting back to Charles and suddenly Arthur is now under extra surveillance. “Oh, thank you so much for the offer but I can’t tonight,” his heart hurts seeing the slight disappointment that crosses over Mick’s face.

 Quickly fishing his phone out of his pocket, Arthur holds it out with a smile, “but if you put your number in my phone, we could go another time.”

Arthur smiles as Mick lights up like a child on Christmas as he takes the phone to add his contact in. When Arthur gets his phone back, he adds a dog emoji next to his name before sending a quick text so Mick has his number.

“Mick! Let's go.”

Mick turns and glares at the younger male for a moment before sighing and looking back at Arthur, “text me what days or times work for you, okay?” Mick is walking backwards towards the door and is almost out before turning, “also text me when you get home, please? Since the cops are out.”

Arthur swears it’s 30 degrees hotter in this garage suddenly and judging by the snicker Ollie gives him, he’s blushing, “Yeah! Yeah I will. Be safe.”

“I will,” Mick smiles before leaving the garage.

Arthur stares at the space Mick was just occupying as a small grin forms on his face. He turns slightly, “He’s…really sweet.”

“Oh my god, gross.” Ollie teases. “Don’t tell me you’re already crushing on him.”

“I–no!” Arthur’s voice goes up a bit, “I just–he’s really sweet and cute and hot and rides a bike and shut up so we can get food!” Ollie laughs as he returns to work on his car, teasing Arthur who swears he is not crushing on the German before the duo were debating what to eat for dinner.

Arthur gets home five minutes before midnight. After getting ready for bed he texts Mick that he’s home before crawling into bed. Staring at his ceiling, Arthur replays the conversation in his head over and over and over. He just cannot get over how blue Mick’s eyes are or how fluffy his hair looks or how he has a breathtaking smile or how he just lights up a room when he enters. Arthur lets out a content sigh with a smile on his face before his eyes widen and he covers his face.

He can’t like Mick given his ties to the Ferrari family. Arthur couldn’t live with himself if Mick ended up getting hurt all because of Arthur’s last name. Grabbing a pillow, he covered his face and groaned into it as reality set in and weighed on him. This was something he could not entertain no matter how much he wanted to for the safety of Mick and it was smart to end it now before Arthur fell deeper.

Why was his luck so shitty?

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

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Dinner Date?

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- what happened after boytoy in wonderland?

loud music

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- how tf is Boo not dead yet-

Sweaty love

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- hed so do this to fuck w u

Consequences

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- life is so strange.

More consequences

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- ah yes more of this strange life.

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sit on my face to rest

BETTLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE-

Consequences

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- well if it isnt the consequences of my own actions.

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do you think I give a fuck

Casper gets hospitalized.

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- Charlie is freaking out but hes being supportive the best he can

Charlie NSFW HCs

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- another one thank you

Love bites. (In more ways than one)

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- Chomping on him like a feral dog w a new chew toy

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the devil himself

First kiss

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- MY FIRST KISS WHEN A LIL LIKE THISS

Sunflower remembers!

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- When the yapping pays off (no but fr this is so cute)

Florist Sunflower

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- Betrayed by my lover /jk

My peace and lover

{♡} personal

- Finn got that effect on people

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you need sleep

A loving head bump.

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- oop almost got a concussion

Wedding in Bloom, along with panic

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- Rook is panicking and Auron is like okay but like dw I got this

Goth Rook

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- CORPORATE GOTH AURON W GOTH ROOK

Auron NSFW HCs

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- even more smut bc I'm a freak

Mr. Darcy PT2

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- God he'd do this I love hiimm

Two sides of fame. - Songfic

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- WHAT CHA LOOKING AT BABY IS A MF LEGEND IN THE MAKING

Consequences

{♡} personal

- oh fuck I forgor the consequences

....consequences?

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- god dammit can I do INE THING W/O THEM!?!?

Poetic Rizz

{♡} personal

- Lord help him he started being romantic (keep going tho)

monopoly

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- FUCK THIS WDYM U OWN THE BOARD!?!?

Incorrect Quotes:

might be cooked

licking hc

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- He's so do it

emoticons

{♡} personal

- he loves them and emojis

Ideas for Jack

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- I did write these I'm working on pt2

Blue cake

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- this would be so funny

All dolled up.

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- Bittersweet trio nsfw bc holy shit their horny

Panic attacks suck ass.

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- YO FUCK OLD PEOPLE WHO BE MEAN TO CUSTOMER SERVICE PEOPLE!! Bittersweet trio

Goth Listener HC

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- Alphone, Seth and Finn with a goth listener?

Quitting bad habits is hard.

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, Listener was a past drug addict with Alphonse, Seth and Charlie

Sugarboo killed Derek AU

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- oh shit of fuck Boo killed him and time didn't go back

death motif - Boo

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- when Boo was destined to kill him.

Protective older siblings - Mafia family Au

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- just overprotective sibling things

Swaying necks cannot hold a heavy crown. - Royal family Au

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- oh the heavey crown makes heads sway with uncertainty.

Bridgerton Au - All boys

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- I BINGED THE SHOW AND I LOVE IT

Consequences - Boo

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- God damn it boo why didt you tell them?!?!

Consequences - Rook

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- olay but to be fair Rook didnt know it would fuck w him

Rook compared to a succubus

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- this is just fucking funny bc Ayron and rook fuck like rabbits.

Twitter PT22 PT23 PT24 PT25 PT26 PT27

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the town goth

*start's tweaking*

in bed!

MAKE HASTE!!

titties

WHO'S THE BADDEST?

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[monsterlovinghours]

hi! I was just wonderin bout where the mafia beejes came from? like how did you (or someone else? idk mang when have I ever paid attention) come up with the idea

Excellent question! I believe back in 2019, there was a Mafia Beetlejuice AU going around, and then @yankyo (I think) received an ask about an Irish Mafia flavored Beetlejuice, and in the discord server that a bunch of us are in, we went feral over the idea of there being different kinds of crime boss Beetlejuices. Thus Gio, Cia, Zhuk, Scarabee, and Bajo were born.

Since then, we've actually made more of these dons, or what we consider to be "don-adjacent." There's Devlin (unknown), a nomad curse-breaker; Lag (Scottish), the estate's grounds keeper and animal handler; Saft (German), an anarchist and weapons dealer; Bjalla (Icelandic), a vampire-coded protégé of Gio and cold-blooded assassin; and Mozzie/Jericho (Australian), a cyberterrorist with DID.

Jesus I hope I didn't forget anyone

[hellfirenacht]

Out of all of your FOs, which one would you say is your husband/wife/live in partner and which one is your favorite side piece?

Right now, I am so deep in Eddie Munson brain rot it has almost eradicated my ability to think about any of my other F/Os. I am so down bad for this man it's not even funny.

If I had to pick a favorite side piece though, it'd probably be Ciarog Shoggoth who's a mafia OC from back when I was really deep in the Beetlejuice the Musical fandom when an AU got way off the rails lol

[iammarriedtomothman]

Gio's Secret

This is based on a shitpost our discord server came up with- where Gio um, okay.

So, Gio has been around literally since the dawn of time and being an eldritch horror that has needs sometimes. but you know, it’s the dawn of time, humans don’t exist so he had to get creative.

I wrote this awhile ago and swore it would stay buried never to see the light of day but, here we are. I swear I still love my mafia husband

PURE SHITPOST AHEAD!

Gio didn’t want people to find out like this, much less his friends and especially less. His wife

Zhuk Zhuk found out by reading one of Gio’s journals. In Gio defense he started keeping them after millions of years of existence he needed help in remembering some things about his life. How he found that journal Gio hadn’t a clue. But there Zhuk was standing in Gio’s study, his brown leather journal in his giant hands. Zhuk slowly looked up at him, an incredulous look on his face.

“A BLOBFISH?!?!” Zhuk barked out a laugh with his question ‘Oh fuck’ Gio thought, What was he thinking?! Was he going to need to look back at the time he was so horny that he had sex with a blobfish millions of years ago?! Why’d he even right that down?! If he still had blood it would have rushed out of his face. “Please don’t tell anyone” Gio begged, eyes pleading, knowing it was in vain

Zhuk let out a barking laugh! “ARE YOU KIDDING?!?! I’M TELLING EVERYONE!! YOU HAD SEX WITH A BLOBFISH!!!!!” And thusly he transported out of the room, in search of the nearest don which was unfortunately Cia

 Cia

 “A WHAT?!?” Cias' howling laugh was heard down the hall as Zhuk shared his new found secret. “Oh no! Gio! No! OH MY FUCKING GOD I GOTTA TELL BAJO THIS NOW!!”

 Bajo

 Bajo and Cia both busted down the door of Gio’s study barking, laughing, pointing and holding each other for support. “YOU FUCKED A BLOBFISH! AND YOU SAY THAT I’M THE EASY ONE?!?” Bajo laughed “Gio!! My friend” Cia choked out between unneeded gasps of air “what were you thinking?!?” Gio pinched his eyes “That it was 420 millions years ago and I was horny? Cia you of all of us should understand” This only made the men double over in laughter, Bajo falling to the floor and banging his fist on the ground. “Señor, ven y tómame ahora. ¡Terminé, esta perra se jodió un BLOBFISH!” “I can’t take anything you say seriously because you fucked a blobfish” Cia laughed again “Am I ever going to hear the end of this?” Gio asked “Probably not” Cia and Bajo responded and with that they left. True to their word, anything Gio said was met with a “Yeah, okay blobfish fucker” or something along those lines And that’s how scarabee found out, sitting in on a very important meeting after Gio’s input was met with a “I don’t know if I can trust anything you say, you had sex with a blobfish”

Scarabee 

Scarabee did a double take, looked at Gio with round eyes and then letting out a howling loud laugh, holding onto Gio for dear life. “OH FUCK!!! NO!!!! THAT IS NOT HAPPENING! non ça n'arrive pas en ce moment!!

oh mon putain de dieu! Il a baisé un blobfish!” Gio!! You FUCKED A BLOBFISH?!? YOU LOOKED ME IN MY EYES AND TALKED TO ME KNOWING YOU HAD FUCKED A BLOBFISH?!?” “YOU FUCKED A SNAKE!” Gio snapped back, angry and irritated after all the teasing he had endured already. Scarabees face fell and eyes narrowed “......Just for that, I’m telling Emma” and was gone Gio laid his face in his hands, this would not end well.

Emma-his wife “LO SCARAFAGGIO!!! FOTTUTO IDIOTA!” Emma Screeched in anger

“It was a long time ago, I was young a horny!! You weren’t even Born yet!”

Emma scoffed and looked taken back at him “that! HOME-wrecking! HUSSY! So that’s it?! You wanna fuck a blobfish instead of your OwN WiFe?!?”

Gio sighed “Emma, Mi Luna, It was MILLIONS of years ago, HUMANS DID NOT EXIST!”

“AnD?! DoEs iT MaTtEr!?” Emma retorted

“I had to Fuck a cloacha! Do you know what it’s like to fuck a hole that’s also used to poop and breath out of!?”

Emma paused a minute, eyes burning “I’M ABOUT TO FIND OUT BECAUSE YOU ONLY GONNA HAVE ONE LEFT!! BITCH I AIN’T GONNA RIP YOU A NEW ASSHOLE I’M GONNA GET RID OF ONE!!”

“Honey, I know you’re mad but you look super hot right now”

“Well then, go to your fuckin hussy blobfish then!”

“Emma Darling… SHE’S DEAD!!”

“Well then i’m gonna do some digging, bring up her fossil, do some Jurassic park bullshit and KILL HER AGAIN!!”

“.....I love you”

Emma sighed “love you too”

“But I bet you love that blobfish more” (ITS A JOKE PLS DONT COME FOR THE SERVER OR ME SAYING I PROMOTE BESTIALITY OR SOMETHING. ITS A SHITPOST. WERE JOKING. A JOKE!!!!!)

[yankyo]

Church - Part 2

A newcomer comes to church 

Warnings: not much nsfw scenarios, but now with more angst 

   He was but a man, that was something he was reminded of every day he lived, and man was weak. His first surrender to your wiles was the first in many, time and time again he was given a choice and time and time again, he chose you. Allowing you into his home, tasting your lips, your skin, your sex, your passion, your sin, your lust. He wanted more the more he tasted, his addiction growing worse by the day, which led him here. He was standing up at the altar, listening to the final strains of the choir’s song and trying so hard not to listen to you purring in his ear.

   “Father,” You crooned, “This is getting boring, come on, why don’t we make this more fun?” Your hands were all over him, over his shoulders, down his chest, between his thighs, up to his neck - the touch igniting a fire in his very soul. "Remember when you bent me over that very pew over there and spanked me?" His palm burned at the memory - the image of you coming swiftly and unbidden, your back arched, your ass in the air, your tail held in one hand while the other smacked your ass until it started to glow red under his palm. The sight of you, squirming, your cheeks wet with tears, your arousal dripping down your thighs, the sparky little demon tamed for the moment, though when he took your hips in his hands and pressed into your welcoming hole, you wrapped your tail around his waist and shoved back against him to take his cock to the base -

"Shut. Up." He hissed under his breath, forcing the memory from his mind and trying to ignore the pulse in his hardening cock.

"So cold, Otets," you snickered, your body plopping down into his lap, "aren't I your kotenok?" Your fingers were trailing down his chest softly, cold fingers inching towards his cock and he knew he should stop you. He should pull your hand away and focus on his congregation but your fingers wrapped around his cock and gave him a long, slow stroke that made his protests die with a hiss. "Zhuk," whenever you said his name, it felt more personal, more enthralling. His name sounded so good on your lips. "I want you inside me." You whispered, "I want you to own me, haven't I been so very good. Your tamed little monster, all for you to play with." Motion caught his eye, the sight of his congregation rising to their feet to say their goodbyes, someone was walking towards him. Someone was walking towards him. He hissed your name, a quiet warning and for once, you obediently pulled back, a soft blush on your face as you disappeared. He tried not to think of how much he missed the feel of you on your lap almost immediately and instead forced a calm expression as he talked to the young man who approached him.

      This was becoming a problem. This was already a problem. And he knew how to fix it, but something held him back and he dared not put a name to that feeling lest he lose himself completely. But, he knew as soon as he left the church and returned home, instead of a quiet house there to greet him you would be there with a smile on your face and a cheerful greeting. And when he fell asleep, it would be with you curled up in his arms, purring like the sweetest kitten. There were times your wings would be tucked against your back and your horns covered by your hair and he could pretend for a moment that this was normal. The guilt that ate up at him just a moment after that thought was painful, he knew if he ever voiced this thought it would hurt you and the thought of actually hurting you made him feel sick to his stomach. Thankfully, he had time to contemplate his situation and find a proper way to handle everything - or, at least, that was the blissful lie he told himself as he bid his congregation farewell. It took only a week for the fantasy to be broken.

It wasn't that the new arrival was a shock, he had known for quite some time that Scarabee was being transferred to his church and had initially welcomed the arrival of his old friend, but now with you and your antics, he feared the man considering him crazy or noticing something wasn't right. He tried talking to you, but like always, his warnings went right over your head and you were back to your usual shenanigans before he could even finish his lecture. There were days he wanted to just yank you up and shake that brattiness out of you, but now, your newest game was to vanish each time he reached out for you. He was being driven nearly out of his mind with your constant teasing and caresses just for you to vanish, leaving him hard and frustrated, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on his work - he would not lower himself so much as to beg for release from you again. And he had to get everything ready for the newest addition to the church anyways.

The day of Scarabee’s arrival was like any other, the man was just as boisterous and eye catching as he always had been and the moment his mismatched eyes had landed on Zhuk, he boomed out a hearty greeting and ignored Zhuk’s outstretched hand to instead pull him into a spine cracking hug

“Mon ami! It’s been too long!” Scarabee’s smile was impossible not to smile back at, though Zhuk’s was much smaller and more restrained. How long would it be til Scarabee looked at him like he were crazy? How ironic it was that he was thinking that when you floated into his peripheral.

“Damn, you never said he was this handsome.” You purred, twisting around them as if to get a better view of the newcomer. A strange feeling rose up in Zhuk’s chest, twisted and irritated, but he kept still, not acknowledging your words, though he felt Scarabee twitch slightly against him. The man pulled back, his expression slightly confused before he gave Zhuk another beaming smile.

"Why are we just standing around here? Show me around this church you're so proud of!" And before Zhuk could analyze his reaction, Scarabee was pushing him deeper into the building, though you were never far behind.

After the week of your games, there was something both irritating and relieving about seeing you now. You weren't messing with him nor being too disruptive, though you floated around Scarabee with an unreadable expression on your face, darting back to curl up by Zhuk's side whenever he stopped to explain something to his companion. He was reminded of watching a kitten decide whether or not it liked the human trying to associate with them and bit back the urge to smile at your antics whenever you returned to his side - now if he could only explain why your statements were irritating him so. "He's actually got a sense of humor! Not all priests are all stern and straight laced like you are?" Scarabee usually got in trouble back in the day for his sense of humor, but somehow he remained everyone's favorite. Other than Bajo, of course. "He's real handsome, where do they find you guys, I swear its like they look for the sexiest men and steal em away from the world!" His eye twitched at that, but he continued telling Scarabee about the monthly food drive without faltering. "You know, paisley looks good on him, looks tacky usually but the gold goes with those pretty eyes of his." Zhuk had never been so glad as when the tour was nearing its end and he was leading his old friend back to his office - only for you to settle right besides him, your tail wrapped around Zhuk's arm, but your attention focused on Scarabee. How long had he been in here, pretending to just stare straight through you as if nothing was wrong? How long had he been looking at his old friend, reading amusement in his eyes and pondering just what it was that he found so funny now? He should have known, but he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize you were reaching out for Scarabee until it was too late.

“You’ve got beads like this too, right? Are they as pretty as these ones?” You sounded mesmerized, your fingers reaching for the rosary beads that Scarabee wore and panic filled Zhuk’s very being.

“Stop!” He reached out for you, trying to pull you back but he was a second too late, your fingers touched the beads and your entire body locked up, sending you crashing down onto the table with a pained yelp.

“... So that’s what happens when a demon touches the beads.” Scarabee let out a laugh, reaching down to take your chin in hand and look you over, “I thought it would do more damage myself, didn’t you?” Those piercing eyes rose back up to Zhuk’s face, the smile spreading across Scarabee’s face looking menacing in the low light.

“.... Are you alright?” Zhuk called your name softly, his chest twisting at the pitiful look you gave him.

“It just startled me, I just....” You trailed off, looking down at your hands, looking bewildered. “I’m... touching your desk.” your wings twitched uselessly, unable to lift you back up.

"Did it drain the powers completely?" Scarabee mused aloud, taking a step back to look you over inquisitively. "But it leaves the demon completely intact, how strange." Once more, he reached out for you and as you flinched back Zhuk couldn't just stand idly by anymore.  In one quick motion he pulled you back against his chest and away from the desk, only to falter at how different you felt now. He could always touch you, but there was an almost vagueness to you form, as if you were not all there and you could always disappear without the slightest struggle. Now? Not it felt like he really had you and there was a fragility to your form that made his heart stutter.

"Mon ami, I'm not going to hurt it, I've never seen a pet demon before, I was just curious-"

"They're not a fucking pet." Zhuk snarled back before Scarabee could finish speaking, before he could think about what he himself was saying.

"Old friend, what exactly are you saying? Are you telling me the straight laced Zhuk fell for a demon?" The question made the pastor flinch, anger and shame and irritation swirling in his chest making venom rise up in his throat.

"Of course not!" He felt your body go still in his arms. "They're just a demon that has attached itself to this church." Your skin grew colder, your form less solid. "I just watch over it to keep it out of trouble." It. The word felt wrong coming out of his mouth, but he couldn't stop himself. Scarabee was no longer looking at him, but looking at you, his expression unreadable now, Zhuk could only wonder what your face looked like, but before he could see for himself, you disappeared into thin air once again, slipping from his fingers leaving only the feeling of your cold skin behind and an ache in his chest he couldn’t explain.

[justsassysworld]

Fall

Fall

First person x Conglomerate

Hurt and comfort, I had feelings so I made a thing.

Word Count: 789

Fall 

You ever have days where your brain is a complete and total douche and the only thing you can do is crank up the sad songs and cry? Yeah, that's the kind of day I was having.

It makes no sense. I have not one, not two, but five amazing, generous, sexy men to call my own, and because of them my life is practically perfect. They're the reason I was able to quit my boring ass job, move out of my dangerously dingy apartment, and start doing what I love full time: writing, and them.

But for whatever reason, that night was just bad. I'd just posted the next chapter of a story online, and for whatever reason, it didn't do so well. Unlike the others, which got a lot of early comments and reviews, this chapter struggled. Though there weren't as many, the reviews I did get were lovely and on anything else, I would have been thrilled, but for whatever reason, my brain wouldn't let me see the good.

So I started analyzing, and over analyzing. Was it too short? Too long? Poorly written? OOC? Did I just post at the wrong time or on the wrong day?

My thoughts spiraled and instead of talking through my fears, I plastered on a smile. I knew if my men realized just how upset I was starting to make myself, they would make me talk about it and once they figured it out they would probably shower me with validation, praise, and pleasure. Hell, I wouldn't put it past Bajo or Cia to make their own accounts just to bolster mine. And even though that honestly sounded exactly like what I would want or need, I just couldn't bring myself to tell them. That whole day was an emotional ride of highs and lows. Every time I got a new notification my heart soared and I rode it as long I could, but all too soon the insidious voice would creep back.

By the time dinner rolled around I was exhausted and just done. I knew my guys had to know something was wrong, but I just couldn't muster the energy to fake it. Instead of the usual loud, boisterous meal we normally shared, I felt my lack of interest bringing ever one else down, and I finally excused myself when it looked like Gio was going to demand what was going on.

I all but ran for the office space they'd given me, careful not to slam the door behind me. Making sure I'd thrown the lock, I flung myself onto the couch they'd insisted on.

The tears I'd held back started streaming, and as I continued to fight the sobs, I turned on some music to try to hide them. It was the first playlist I could find. A couple of songs played in the background as I poured my grief into the back of the sofa, not really listening as I tried to keep quiet.

A very familiar opening had me struggling to hold in my sobs. As Clay Walker sang the first line of "Fall", a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up. I fought, trying to get away, but he wouldn't let me. By the time the first chorus was being sung, I was balling and they all had at least a hand on me.

Not once in my life had I cried like that, not because of the feelings or the sobs, but because for once in my life, I didn't fight them. I clung to Gio so tight, I'm sure I would have done some serious damage if he was human.

All the emotions of every time I've buried my feelings in the past poured out, cleansing from the inside out. Voices rose and blended, some singing, some humming, all working to make sure I truly listened, truly take in the lyrics and understand exactly what they want.

The next song abruptly cut off, which had me looking up. Bajo was typing on my phone. Seconds later a new song came on, and I gave him a shaky smile. He'd given me so much shit about my love of country music, but still he listened. Nodding, I fell apart.

Starting with this most recent incident, I laid it all out there. My doubts about my work, my inability to properly express my feelings, past issues that have led to my current break down.

As the tears and sobs slowed, my energy ebbed. My eyes fluttered and shut, head falling before jerking back up. Finally, a hand held my head in place, and I was out, cradled in the arms of the men I love.

[realmonsterboyhours]

I’m risking it for the cake. Have some pirate captain Zhuk skinny dipping.

[strawberrybouvine]

Zhuk doodle cause hes my gosh darn hubban 💕

[yankyo]

Apparently it’s no simp semptember, so in defiance and just to be contradictory, I’m simping as much as I can.

Little thing inspired by your priest!Zhuk fic

“You having fun padre?”

He grunts in response.

“Balls deep in some lowly demonic vermin,” the head of his cock hits a spot inside you that makes you moan and your eyes roll back.

“Fuck!”

He spanks you, “Language kotonek”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Still worried about that?” Your tail wraps around one of his wrists.

“You’re burying your cock inside a hell spawn on top of your fancy table where you sanctify some stale bread, and perform a little ritual to justify day drinking.” You grind against him.

“And you’re worried about /my language/?”

He wraps a hand around your throat and pulls your back to his chest.

“You’re smart Maliska, you should sound like it.”

You roll your eyes.

“You just want to feel like you still have some kind of moral high ground-!” His hand tightens around your throat cutting you off.

He slows his thrusts, turning his punishing pace into a leisurely grind.

You try to thrust against him, but the hand on your hip keeps you in place.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

You throw your voice, “Oh hush Father, you love my mouth.”

He buries his face in your shoulder and groans.

You pout, “Cumming already?” You roll your hips as his cock throbs.

You don’t need to see his face to know he’s blushing in relief and shame.

“It’s times like this when I think that you did the world a great disservice becoming a priest.” His cock slips out and you shiver as his cum leaks out too.

“Think of it, the lust, the envy, the infidelity,” you turn to face him, “all from this handsome face,” you cup his cheeks, “and this thick cock.” You slip your tail around it, he shivers as it jumps.

“But then I think to myself, ‘then he wouldn’t be yours, he be with some random human,” the last word comes out with a sneer.

“You wouldn’t have been able to pop his cherry as he turned Cathrine down in the confessional,” the shame on his face turns a bit depressing.

You shove his shoulder, “You did her a favor, she was so busy looking for god when she shoulda just been looking for a man, or a woman, I won’t assume.”

You put both hands on the alter and lean back, “And don’t try to lie to me Father, you enjoyed every second of it.”

The blush returns and you can feel his cock twitch.

“See,” you begin to stroke him, “just thinking about it, and you’re getting hard again.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, and he starts trying to turn you back around.

You laugh

“So eager! Trying to make up for lost time?”

He doesn’t answer, he just thrusts himself inside you to the hilt.

We out here disappointing god

Dude,,,,,, DUDE this is so WOOF,,,,, I’m SWEATING @humanransome-note you have BLESSED me today 

[yankyo]

Is it bad i really wanna know how Bajo would handle his partner safewording? Like, maybe he takes some degradation or punishment too far and they have to safeword and he gives them aftercare?

Definitely not!

Bajo knows that sometimes he can go a bit far. His teeth are sharp, his grip too tight, his pace too hard, too fast. He’s a demon after all and you’re a human. It was why he was so adamant about setting up a safe word and a gesture if you were unable to speak. He’s very upfront about using your safe word and if you’re doing some rougher play he is definitely going to be checking in on you and making sure you’re ok with what is going on.

If you do safe word, everything stops right then and there and he’s going to make sure everything is ok. Any bindings are quickly untied, any wounds taken care of, if you’re overestimated he’ll take you in his arms and stroke your hair until you’ve calmed down. You’re definitely having a peaceful bath and he’s bringing you some water and something to snack on and you’re going to have a purring demon holding onto you throughout the night.

This is not an asshole who will get upset at you for safewording, he’s praising you for doing so and figuring out what exactly was too far and how to be better next time. His biggest concern is your pleasure after all

[iammarriedtomothman]

Do it for... Scarafaggio X Reader fic

I’m a huge Gio stan and with the encouragement of the server, I’m posting my first ficlet based on a conversation we had about Gio Thank to @pastelnacht for the additional dialogue

(Scarafaggio is the Italian don in the conglomerate) 

He heard her well before she slammed her body through the doors of the smoking lounge.

After she had moved into the estate, Gio had told her that she didn’t need to work anymore if she didn't want to, that his fortune alone would keep her happy for 30 lifetimes. But she loved her job, and so she kept her job at the nearby college.

But, like any job will inevitably have, Y/N had a bad day at work, which she unwound from by drinking with her friends and really anyone in the estate who would drink with her.

The problem was, his sweet little moon was a lightweight, 2 glasses of wine would have her draped over Bajo like a blanket.

So here she was, barging down the door of the smoking room, causing Cia and Zhuk’s head to snap up when she shouted “GIO!”

Y/N strutted drunkenly over to him, still holding her half finished old fashioned, and slumped into his lap. “Do you know why I do it baby?” She slurred, swinging an arm around his neck “I do it for you baby”

Oh she was drunk drunk, he chuckled, wanting to amuse his pretty little moon

“Oh really? You mean the job you in no way have to have? I think the others call me your ‘sugar daddy’ is that right?” He chuckled and kissed her forehead

“Yes! We gonna make it baby!” She exclaimed, leaning back into his arms “Imma get us a studio apartment in the city!” she was starting to cry

She reached into her pocket of her shorts, pulling out...money? Honestly Gio hadn’t dealt with actual money in so long, having dealt with crypto-currency, online banking transfers and the barter system.

She pulled out a few crumpled ones and threw it at him. “Get yourself something nice baby i’m takin you to Olive Garden!”

He bristled at the action, olive garden, peasant money? He watched her get up and waltzed out of the room “gonna treat you right baby”

“Okay” he laughed and returned to his smoking

Zuck looked up at him, smirking “She certainly is different than the breathers you normally bring to the estate”

“She certainly is but, I’m not sure what you’re implying” Gio responded, looking curiously over at the Russian

“Well” Cia spoke up “The breathers you normally would bring would be selfish, take your money and leave, honestly we all thought you just had horrible taste in breathers”

“But Y/N is different” Zhuk cut in

“Yeah, we don’t hate her, we actually really really adore her” Cia shot back

Gio sighed “My friends, it’s taken me awhile to realize this but… for a long time I guess I was bringing home shallow and bad lovers to prove a point to you all, subconsciously I guess. That humans and breathers were flawed and evil. But, you showed me the good in the world and then, Y/N.” He smiled and looked down in his lap, her wadded one still laying there “She’s my sunshine, I can see the good in humanity through her. Her passion for her work, the fact she still wants to work, the excitement she shares made me realize what I was doing.”

He chuckled, knowing a blush would have been forming on his face if we were still able as his friends shot him knowing looks. He picked up his drink and swirled it slowly, lifting it to his face “My friends, I'm not used to being wrong, but this is a welcomed exception” before taking a sip, still smiling.

She later came to him, after she had sobered up the next morning. “Hey Gio?” She asked

“Yes my love?” he responded, looking up from his paper

She walked over to him, gently sitting down on his lap, “I just want to say, I do in fact, do  it all for you, even though I don’t have to, you get me through the day. I want to share my knowledge with the world and i’m so grateful I have you to come home too and have you support me through it”

She kissed him softly on the lips

“And never agree to let me take you to Olive Garden, we’re classier than that, we go to Red Lobster”

[justsassysworld]

Five Demons And A Baby Part 4

Five Demons And A Baby Part 4

Zhuk x Fem!reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Nsft, oral sex, vaginal sex, erotic massage

Waking the next morning, you find yourself equal parts nervous and excited. Today could very easily be a huge turning point in your life. You try closing your eyes for a few more moments of peace, when they fly back open. What the hell am I going to wear? What should you wear? Panic sets in as you try to plan with no idea what to plan for.

You bolt up, rushing to the lush closet holding your clothes. Your eyes flit from piece to piece, never settling on any one thing. Just as you start to hyperventilate two very strong, very large arms wrap around your waist.

"Breathe, svezda moya," the tall Russian growls into your ear. "There is no need for such worry."

You fold your arms over his, taking comfort in his embrace. Turning, you smile up at him, really taking in his handsome face, his strong, stubbled jaw, thick brows, full lips. The way his dark hair lightens at his temples, how the green blends as it curls at his collar, it really makes you happy you sent that letter.

Not letting yourself stop to over analyze, you slowly move your arms up his defined arms to wrap around his neck, once there you apply some pressure. His smirk lets you know that he knows exactly what you're doing, and he slowly starts to bend his head, as you rise onto your tiptoes. Never in your life have you felt as delicate and petite as you do in this mans arms.

When your lips are a hairs breath from his, you both pause, seeming to seek the others approval. Looking deep into his eyes, you see a hunger and a passion that must surely match our own. Wanting, no needing, to taste his emotions, you surges through those last few centimeters.

Your lips crash into his, your longings clear in your furiousity, a fever that doesn't go unmatched. He crushes you to him as his lips begin their languid and thorough exploration. Almost immediately, you notice how different this kiss is making you feel. Where Scarabee's kiss is a hundred shot firework lighting up the night sky, this is molten magma, flowing deep and true, changing you in ways you can't possibly notice until the passion cools.

He cradles you as he starts to pull you back to the bed. Lost to the moment, you don't care about the date or the wooing, you just want this man. This man whose hands haven't strayed from your waist, but still seem to caress your very soul.

Zhuk stops moving, making you think you've reached the bed and prepare to be dragged down and ravished. That's not what happens though. He slowly pulls up, not wanting to put any more distance between you than is necessary, his forehead against yours.

"Oh, zaika moya," he groans. "You will be the death of us."

He steps away, straightening his sweater, making you realize just how firmly you had gripped it. You both struggle to catch your breath, though he does compose himself a little bit faster. Moving back towards the door, he reaches it and turns. "For this morning, wear something light and comfortable,” he says before leaving the room.

"Something light and comfortable," you mumble to yourself, inspecting your closet. Finally, you decide to just wear your favorite warm weather outfit.

You take a quick but decadent shower vowing to really enjoy the grandiose space at another time. Debating on if you should wear any makeup, and what to do with your hair, you throw on your clothes. Looking in the mirror, you finally decide to throw your hair up and to just wear a light gloss on your lips. Shoes are a much easier decision to make, since you decide to just pull on your favorite sneakers. Giving yourself a final look over, you nod, liking your final look.

No longer hesitating, you throw the door open and find a very sexy Russian waiting for you. He looks you over, dragging his gaze over your body. You feel every inch of that gaze and answer his pleased smile with one of your own. You take his offered arm.

"Ready, svezda moya?"

Biting your lip, you nod and answer, "Yes." The smile he gives you in return is truly magnificent.

He leads you down several new halls and corridors, pointing out rooms along the way, but you don't even try to remember them, far too excited to even try. After many twists and turns, he finally moves to open a door. Walking in, you stutter to a stop.

You may not know that much about cars, but you can tell just how over the top the collection before you is. There are cars in every shape, size, and color. Some look brand new, others are timeless classics, and all are absolutely pristine. Well, all but the very familiar one at the end.

"Is-is that my car?" you ask, glancing up at him. A smirk is his answer. "What the-"

He pulls you in for a quick kiss before leading you to a luxury sedan. Opening your door, he helps you into your seat. The seats are incredibly soft and so much more comfortable than you could have imagined. While he walks around and takes his place in the drivers seat, you take it all in, the sights, feels, and the smells.

The engine purrs as Zhuk fires it up. With one hand, he steers out of the garage, as the other grips one of yours. There is a comfortable silence in the cab and you watch him while the world blurs by outside. For all his apparent strength and external gruffness, you watch his face soften and relax as you get closer to where ever you're going. All while you enjoy the peace and the warmth of his hand.

He pulls to a stop in a nondescript part of town and you feel your brows pull down in confusion. Before you can question where you are, he pulls out a thin piece of what looks like silk.

"Do you trust me, zaika?"

Deciding that honesty is your best policy, you reply, "I'm not sure yet."

A sharp grin is his answer. "Good, I will always reward the truth." You reward is another toe curling kiss.

"Wow," you whisper.

"Oh, svezda moya," he chuckles against your lip. "I know trust must be built, so I am asking you to let me do this. I promise, I mean you no harm, I just want to surprise you."

Nodding slightly, you turn your body and he slips the silken material over your eyes. His hands slip down to your shoulders. Teeth nip at the sensitive skin there and you let out a shocked moan.

"How-how long until we get there?" you stutter out, hoping it won't be long.

"Not long," he chuckles.

Thankfully, he's telling the truth. In less than five minutes, you feel the car pulling to a stop.

"Wait here," he orders before you hear him climb from the car. Less than a minute later, you hear the latch release and feel a slight breeze. A hand drags across your chest, pausing over your tits before he reaches down and unbuckles you.

Taking both of your hands, Zhuk pulls you from your seat. With one hand holding yours, the other resting just above your ass, he guides you, helping you over and around unseen obstacles. Finally, he pulls you to a stop.

Pulling your body flush against his hard one, he murmurs, "Are you ready?"

Nodding, you whisper back, "Yes." One arm wrapping around your waist, the other reaching up to your blindfold.

The bright sunlight momentarily blinds you. Blinking, you wait less than patiently for your eyes to adjust. Taking a moment, when they finally focus, you turn up your face to the man standing behind you in confusion. The only thing before you is a fairly unassuming building with tall fences snaking from it.

You open your mouth, but he cuts you off, "You'll see." Pressure at your lower back has you moving up to the door. Instead of knocking, he simply opens the door and ushers you inside.

A surprised squeal catches in your throat.

The whole room is filled with people holding, feeding, swaddling, and just looking at a variety of baby animals. Some are fuzzy, some are scaly, and others are covered in down, but they all have one very important thing in common; they all are so fucking cute.

A very kind looking woman with a huge grin approaches you both, her hand outstretched to take Zhuk's. "Mr. Sloggoth? It's such a pleasure to meet you."

"Mrs. Abbernath," he returns with a nod. "The pleasure is mine. Allow me to introduce my companion." He does and then asks, "Might we start the tour?"

Hours later, you lean your head back against the car's headrest, a huge grin stretching your lips. You'd seen, and even held and fed, so many unique and amazing animals. Apparently, Zhuk is a huge supporter of animals. So huge in fact, he set up multiple foundations that are geared to help them, including the one he took you to. The whole purpose of this one being rescuing "exotic pets" from, and you quote, "Entitled asshole with more money than empathy for living things.”

There were several snakes, none a species you recognize, a hand full of young penguins, and even a baby emu and flamingo, but the ones you were really drawn to were the mammals. You saw everything from tiny, adult hedgehogs, some slightly bigger adult fennec foxes, a fairly young wolf with wolf-dog pups, and a hand full of various big cat cubs, a couple of bear cubs, and even a full grown male lion.

"Fair enough," he grunts, taking your hand and steering you out of the parking lot, in the opposite direction from where you came. You give him a suspicious look, but he just keeps his eyes on the road and tracing circles in the back of a your hand with his thumb. Hearing you open your mouth to draw in breath, he says, "No. It is a surprise," in a tone that invites no questions.

Zhuk glances your way when you snort in derision. Before he can say anything, you ask, "What kind of jackass names a male lion Nala? And don't say someone who's thumbing their nose at gender norms. Anyone who's conscientious enough to think like that isn't going to have a lion for a pet in the first place, and anyone dumb enough to buy one, is dumb enough to not at least google "Lion King" before naming them."

Pouting, you flop back in your chair, but you refuse to let go of his hand.

You try to focus on the world passing by your window, but between the excitement of the morning and the exhaustion of growing another person, you find your eyes growing heavy. You try to fight it, but the smooth ride has you dozing, a deep voice humming sees you sinking deeper.

Feeling arms wrap around you and slowly lift you from the car, you slowly wake, blinking against the light. The first thing you see is a huge, opulent room, the likes of which you've never seen in person, but had always hoped to experience when you'd saved up enough money. This is the most expensive luxury hotel in the area, and Zhuk is casually strolling through, with you in his arms, acting like he owns the place. You wiggle, trying to get him to put you down, an action that's become a bit too familiar, but he simply gives you a warm smile and keeps moving.

Instead of stopping at the reception, he breezes right on passed, seemingly headed to the bank of elevators. At the last hundred feet, he turns, making his way to what looks like a nondescript section of wall, but it's no wall. Opening a small panel, he punches in a code so long you couldn't remember the amount of numbers, let alone the actual code. Finally, there's a quiet snick and an elevator shows itself.

He carries you inside and the door slides shut, starting moving immediately. As the elevator ascends, he finally sets you down, but instead of giving you space, he backs you against the wall. His large hand cups your cheek before he leans in and places a heart meltingly sweet kiss on your lips. Never in your life have you had so much casual, meaningful affection. These men are going to do terribly amazing things for and to you. The elevator pulls to a gentle stop, but still he holds you. It's a sweet kiss, a longing kiss. A kiss to make you long for more and beg to stay. He is making you crave him, making you wonder about the rest of them.

"Oh zaika," he groans, finally pulling away. "You tempt me so, but we have an appointment that I will not let us miss."

Dragging you through the extravagant space, he doesn't give you a chance to take it in before you find yourself in a fully equipped spa wing, including a couple people waiting for you with warm smiles.

Shock has you jerking to a stop, but gentle pressure at the small of your back has you moving again. An incredibly soft robe is placed in your hands.

"Mr. Sloggoth, we have everything ready for you," the young woman informs. "Just let us know when you're ready for us.” The pair both nod before exiting the suite.

"What's going on, Zhuk?" you ask. "I know I can't do most of the spa experiences."

His gentle chuckle is a caress just as firm as those given by his hands. He takes your hand and pulls you near.

Cupping your belly, he grins. "I know svezda moya, I have taken such limitations into account. If you are agreeable, I will give you a full body message before calling on the others to give us both facials, manicures, and pedicures."

"Really?" you gasp, voice and face doing nothing to hide your excitement. "But what about you?"

"This is for you, well," he tilts his head, a knowing smirk lighting his face. "I will be getting my own pleasures."

The look in his eyes shows you exactly what his pleasure will be, though you suspect you will definitely enjoy yourself.

"That is," he adds, watching your expression. "As long as you are comfortable with that."

You bite your lip, thinking before you ask, "Will this be a 'happy ending' massage? And will I be reciprocating?"

A growl rumbles through the air and a glow lights his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and calms. "As much I would love that, this is for you. We have all night and I want you to be as relaxed as possible."

He's really willing to get me off without getting any himself? All because he's trying to woo you, to get to know you, maybe to fall in love.

"Allow me to escort you." He takes your elbow, leading you to a warm, dimly lit room, with candles spread throughout and soothing music playing in the back ground. Just being here has your heart rate slowing and your breathing calming.

"I will give you some time to get ready. If you are open to an... inclusive experience, disrobe and lay under the towel. If not, there is a bikini you can put on." Before turning to leave, Zhuk drops his lips against yours.

Leaning back against the table, you bite your lip as you watch him walk outside, or more accurately, his ass. Shaking your head, you force yourself to focus on the dilemma at hand, bikini or no bikini. You think about the others, would they be upset? No, is the immediate answer that comes to mind. They all knew this was a possibility and it seems they all have their own plans for you. So really, the only thing you truly have to decide is if you want everything he's offering right now, or try for more later. Holding up the tiny pieces of cloth, you make up your mind.

A few minutes later, Zhuk finds you laying on the massage table, on your stomach. Turning your head, you smile at him. "Hi

"Hello, zaika," he replies, coming to stand next to you, sleeves rolled up. "Are you ready?"

You nod, then ask, "Is it okay for me to laying like this?"

"Yes, you are perfect."

Your eyes follow him as he moves to grab a bottle of oil off a table. Thighs clenching, you force yourself to close your eyes, too tempted by the sight of him. Startled when you feel him pull the towel down your back, you know when he realizes you aren't wearing anything beneath it. The air grows thick with your combined arousal.

A splash hits your back, and he quickly rubs it in. Next comes both arms, then he moves the towel off your legs, leaving your ass as the only thing covered and without oil. Already you feel incredibly relaxed, sinking deeper into the cushion.

His deep voice blends into the ambiance, "Can I continue?"

"I don't know," you snark, too relaxed to know better. "Can you?"

"Careful, zaika," he growls, firm hand gripping your ass with a bruising force. "I may not be able to punish you fully for the time being, but I will keep track of such things."

His threat does far more to excite you, rather than instill fear, but still, you don't want to risk doing or saying anything that might have him deciding not to continue.

Turning your head to look at him, you practically beg, "Please, Zhuk, Please."

Smiling, he grazes one of his knuckles down your cheek. "Of course, svezda moya." He teases a quick kiss against the back of your neck, before finally removing your towel completely. Before you can truly adjust to the air caressing your skin, the oil is all ready rubbed in, and the massage can truly begin.

Zhuk is incredibly thorough, starting at your hands working his way way up to your shoulders and neck. Then he went down to your feet, kneading and working way up. Moans and gasps you've never heard escape you as he releases tensions you didn't even know you hand.

Your breathing quickens as he gets closer and closer to your ass, finger digging into your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately need him. Inching your legs apart, you try to tell him what you want without having to say a word.

Unfortunately, he doesn't take your silent plea, instead, he goes back up to your shoulders. His firm fingers find knots and kinks you never realized were there. Even as you tell yourself to focus on what you're feeling, what you're feeling has you more distracted than ever. An almost constant whine is coming from your throat as you desperately fight not to grind your clit against the table. Still, your hips start to move uncontrollably.

Chuckling, he finally starts kneading your lower back, occasionally grazing the top of your cheeks, which isn't helping at all. You clench your fists, wrestling for control, when his finger starts playing at your cleft. Legs spreading even more, you hope to draw him further, but even if it doesn't work, the comparatively cool air feels so good against your heated flesh.

"Oh god," you moan as his strong hands caress and grip your ass. His fingers dip and play, dancing over your rosette, sneaking ever closer to your increasingly desperate hole. You suck in a gasp when he ghosts over your wet pussy... and let out a disappointed scream when he immediately pulls away.

Frustration has you flipping over to glare up at him, not caring one iota that you're flashing him. Laughter is his only response. "I'm sorry, Suezda moya, but I did need you to turn over for me." But the look he's dragging down your body tells you just how sorry he is, not at all.

Still glaring, you lay back, legs splayed. You're already so incredibly horny you feel no shame. Looking right at him, your hand slides over your hip, heading straight for your mound, but just before you reach your clit, a hand grips your wrist.

Zhuk's eyes blaze as he warns, "Careful, your pleasure is mine to give. Try to steal that from me again, and I will tie you down and make you regret it." Part of you wants to test him, but you know he still has more planned for tonight, and you don't want that effort to go to waste. “Do you understand?"

Nodding, you decide to push just a little. "Yes, sir."

Growling, he pulls you into a punishing kiss. He bites and tugs at your lips, stealing your breath. Pulling back, he groans, "Volshebnitsa," against your ear.

With a glare, he takes your shoulders and pushes you back, ordering you to stay with his eyes. You bite your lip as you silently debate whether to keep your eyes open and watch him, or if you should just lay back and enjoy what you know is coming. In the end, you decide to trust and just feel.

Just as he did with your back, he starts by coating you in the lotion, only this time, instead of starting at your extremities and working inward, he moves up your arms and down your body, only avoiding the spot between your legs. In fact, your mound is the only place he truly pays no attention to.

Starting at your feet, he pushes and prods, making your toes clench and release.

As he moves up your calfs, you relish the occasional catch of calluses. Teeth catch your lower lip as you try to hold in your whimpers, not that it does much good. Firm fingers kneading your inner thighs has gasps and moans breaking free.

You so desperately want to play with your nipples or maybe stroke your clit, but you won't risk getting in trouble. Not wanting to blatantly defy him, you subtly rub your thighs together. Strong hands immediately pry them apart again.

They slip and slide up your slick skin, tips digging, nails lightly grazing. He reaches around and grips your ass before having his hands follow your hips, thumbs brushing the creases between your thighs and mound. And then he's gone.

You surge up on your elbows, making sure he sees your grumpy pout. There is no remorse in his answering smirk, only a malicious gleam that tells you he's enjoying your reaction to his teasing.

Falling back as his hand travels up your stomach, you resign yourself to having to persevere through his torture. I will not let him win, you think to yourself, deciding to hold back your reactions to keep a hold of as much control as you can. Even as he very gently massages your stomach, the rest of you clenches. Your eyes squeeze shut, you set your jaw, and tense your shoulders.

Slow, deep chuckles fill the space. "Zaika, you wish to hide your reaction from me?" he asks, obviously not expecting an answer since he adds, "Challenge accepted."

Before you can analyze what he means, his hands are on you once again upon you, but this time it's no gentle tease. He twists and pulls on your nipples, making you fight not to respond. Then, something warm and wet closes over your right nipple. Your fight is lost as you let out a strangled gasp.

His eyes glint up at you and you feel his sharp teeth nibble on your hardened nub. The other is being pinched tight.

"Oh god," you gasp, one hand weaving through his hair, the other covering his pinching one. Your reaction has you wondering what exactly is in that oil, but honestly, you're far too horny to care.

"Zhuk, please! I need you!" the voice coming from you is completely unrecognizable.

He places a gentle peck on your nipple before standing and removing his shirt. You follow him up, catching him off guard when he frees his head and finds you undoing his pants. With his help, you have him completely naked in just seconds. Kneeling in front of him, you glance up, asking with your eyes if you can touch him. He gives you a small nod, so you reach out, hands slipping up his thighs. Muscles twitch as you explore them. His fingers tangle in your hair. Your hands slide over his hips to cup his ass, which brings your face very close to his cock.

Looking up, you watch his face as you very intentionally breathe on his member. His eyes are squeezed shut and jaw is clenched, making you feel like the most powerful woman in the world. One hand plays at his hip, the other teasing between the base of his shaft and his balls.

Moving close, you treat it like an ice cream cone, alternately swirling your tongue and suckling at the head. A constant growling hum reaches your ears, with several moans and groans letting you know how he's liking it. His grip in your hair grows tighter when you start to trail your tongue up and down his shaft, following the veins.

Spitting on both of your palms, you start pumping him with both fists and playing with the tip. Your tongue dips and explores at his slit, tasting him. As a quick surprise, you take him as deep as you can, sucking hard.

A sudden roar rips through the room, and you find yourself cradled in strong arms, being rushed somewhere new. Flinging open a door, you shriek when you're suddenly flying through the air. Before your back has fully settled on the soft bed, he's there; one hand playing with a nipple, the other wrapped around a thigh, holding you down, all while his tongue starts its own exploration.

Starting at your clit, he slowly circles it, listening, feeling, learning your spots. Whimpers and whines fly from you, helping him with his studies. Once he's figured out some tricks, he moves lower, starting to thrust into you with his tongue, tasting you. While he drinks his fill, his fingers dance over your little bundle of nerves.

"Ah, Ah, Ahh!" you cry out, already so close to release.

His tongue disappears, only to be replaced by his finger while his mouth latches on to clit, sucking, sending you into orbit. The pleasure of the orgasm is so intense you try to jerk away, but he holds you tight. There is nothing you can do but lay back and experience.

Zhuk finally slows, letting the orgasm ebb. As you begin to regain control of your body, you reach down and pull him up, well, he lets you pull him up.

"Please, Zhuk,” you pant, body still craving more. "I want you."

Nodding, he positions himself over you, but still he asks, "Are you sure, svezda moya? Do you want me to wear a condom?" The concern in his voice almost makes you cry, telling how much he already cares for you.

You shake your head, "No, you can't get me any more pregnant, and if I remember right, I was told y'all can't get 'human' diseases."

He chuckles and shakes his head, before kissing you softly. "Yes, zaika."

Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you press kisses across his jaw as he lines himself up with your entrance. His lips take yours as he starts thrusting forward. Unlike so many men who start with long, deep strokes, Zhuk is more tempered. His strokes are slow and shallow, exploring with his cock what he'd explored with his fingers and tongue just minutes earlier, and it's so effective.

There are no words that can truly explain what you are feeling in this moment. It's more than just the physical, which is admittedly spectacular. It's the connection that's quickly growing between you, which ties into the feelings you've already built with Scarabee. It's the way he's already shown such care to not only you, but to the baby, and all those animals back at the rescue.

You can't say you're surprised by your new, but intense emotions you are feeling towards him, even if they have come on so fast. It may not be love right now, but you can see how easily it will be to fall for him, for all of them.  

Finally, he starts to pick up pace, still not going very deep, but consistently rubbing your g-spot. His weight shifts and there's a finger on your clit, rubbing in small circles.

"Oh god," you moan into his mouth, hips moving to match his, consistent pressure on your clit, inside you, combine with the feel of him on top of you and the way he tastes, and you cum again, muscles clamping down as you scream out in pleasure. Thrusting harder and faster, Zhuk quickly follows you over the edge, murmuring in a mix of Russian and English. Hot sperm fills you, making you shudder.

Zhuk practically collapses on top of you, rolling and pulling you on top of him. You both take a long time to relax and calm back down, sweat cooling and drying on your skin. You lie there for what feels like an eternity, probably falling asleep for at least a few minutes.

Moaning in displeasure, you clutch him, not liking him sliding out from beneath you.

"Hush, little one," he cajoles, managing to break free. "I need to get something to clean you, and I need to cancel a few reservations."

Disappointment fills you, "I'm sorry. I-"

He cuts you off with a kiss. "Do not blame yourself. I was no passive participate and I am very happy with the turn tonight took. I will call us room service and will ask you to accompany me to the shower."

You tap your finger against your lips, as if in deep thought. "I think I can accept your terms, but I do worry that I might not have the strength to make it all the way to the shower."

Laughter babbles up when he hoists you up and whisks you away, taking you to be prepped for more to come.

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Five Demons Master List

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