#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

{♡} personal

- hed so do this to fuck w u

Consequences

{♡} personal

- life is so strange.

More consequences

{♡} personal

- ah yes more of this strange life.

Incorrect Quotes:

sit on my face to rest

BETTLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE-

Consequences

{♡} personal

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

Incorrect Quotes:

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?

{♡} personal

- 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

{♡} ask

- 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

{♡} personal

- 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

{♡} ask

- 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

Incorrect Quotes:

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

[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]

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!!!!!)

[justsassysworld]

Five Demons and a Baby Part 1

Fem!reader x The Conglomerate 

Word count: 1,498

Five Demons and A Baby

Mr. Scarabee, you probably don't remember me, but we met at Mardi Gras. You swept me off my feet, laughing and dancing the night away. We finished the night at my apartment. When I woke up the next morning you were gone, with no words and basically no way of getting a hold of you.

I've written and rewritten this letter more times than I could count in this last week, too many times really. Every time I get ready to send it, I start thinking, He left, he wouldn't care what you have to say. Then another part of me argues, He deserves to know, you can't put this off. I made it all the way to the post office the last time, but the person looked at the address and warned me away. They told me some unbelievable, terrible things about you, and the people you associate with. Things that scare me.

The strange thing is, if they're wrong, I wouldn't worry so much, but if the rumors are true, I know I'll need your help, our baby will need your help.

God, writing that, even knowing I might not even send this letter, sets my nerves on end. Maybe the stories set my imagination off, but I've been having strange dreams ever since that night.

Sorry, I'm rambling. The important thing for you to know is that I'm pregnant, and it's yours.

Curled up on your couch, you second guess yourself, again and again. It's been almost a week since you finally sent it. It must've shown up by now and you find yourself constantly rationalizing, refusing to admit it might not have been the right thing. The book in your hand and the silence of your home do little to quell the voices in your head.

      Sudden banging at your door has you jumping and letting out a startled shriek. Before you even have time to think, it explodes inward, making you jerk to your feet. Your eyes search for whoever, or whatever, forced it open, but find nothing. Your chest heaves as his energy rolls into the room.

His well polished, black leather shoes catch your eye first. Trailing up his body, your gaze takes in his expertly tailored suit, his tattooed fingers grasping his cane, the beautiful gold paisley detailing on his jacket, green scruff at his jaw, firm and set lips, and finally it settles on his glowing eyes, one green and one purple.

A feral grin lifts his lips as he purrs, “Evening, chaton.”

Shadows rise around him, twisting, rolling, reaching. For you.

Wanting to take a step back, you feel yourself topple, feet caught by something. With a squeak, you brace for impact, but quick as a whip, he clasps your wrist, jerking you back up and into his chest. Gasping, you look to your feet, to avoid his gaze and to see what tripped you, but what you see makes no sense.

Your feet are encased in darkness.

Soft yet firm fingers dance across your jaw, lifting your eyes back to his. His other hand snakes down to your belly, resting just over your belly button.

“Is it true?” he whispers, voice thick with some unknown emotion.

Biting your lip, you nod, voice failing you.

Drawing in a deep breath, his grip firms. The air grows thick as he bites out a sharp command and your home is suddenly filled with strange men. In the blink of an eye, you watch in shocked horror as they start to pack up your apartment. Far faster than should be humanly possible, you find yourself in an empty room, alone with a man who, while being the father of your unborn child, is a stranger.

Fury has you remembering how to use your voice. “What the hell? What the fuck are they doing?”

You try to jerk out of his embrace, but before you can his fingers are twined in your hair, pulling you close, well, closer.

He dips his head to rest it against yours.

“Cher, cher, cher,” he breathes against your ear, sending a shiver through you. “I've got many enemies out there, people just waitin' to find some chink in my armor, and here ya are.”

Your lips tremble as his breath fans against them.

“I tried protectin' ya, leavin', but it won't be no time before they find ya now, and you were right.”

Confused, you ask, “About what?”

“You need me to keep ya safe, both from my enemies and our bebe,” pulling back, he searches your eyes, the intensity searing through you. “It ain't common for my kind to have children, at least not ones they stick around for, so I've got a lot of research ahead of me.”

“Oh,” you squeak out, shocked by the power of his emotion. It's almost enough to make you forget his underhanded tactics.

You try to move away again, but when he just holds you tighter, you resign yourself to tell him off from right there in his arms. Taking a deep breath, you look deep into his eyes, and go off.

“I know you're some big, bad ass, boss type man, but that doesn't mean you can just sweep in and take over my life. It might not be much, but this apartment is my home, and I have no reason to leave it. The only reason I sent you the letter is that you deserve to know about your child, it had nothing to do with wanting anything from you. If I need anything, or something comes up, I'll let you know, but until that happens, kindly have your goons bring back my stuff and get the hell out.”

You feel the growl before you hear it and just as you recognize the mistake, you find your back pressed against the wall, body caged. His eyes glow, both with fury and literally.

Fear has you frozen. What the fuck are you doing? you ask yourself. You've heard the stories, you know just how dangerous the man in front of you is, and stupidly you antagonized him. One night, one incredibly hot, satisfying night, and you felt far more comfortable around a relative stranger than you should have.

The evil grin that slowly stretches across his face is equal parts terrifying and, much to your shame, arousing.

His breath tickles your lips as he mumbles, “Oh, chaton, chaton, chaton, while I love this fire, you need to remember just who you are dealing with. I can be a very understandin' man, but only as long as you remember that I am a very dominant man, and while the only pain you feel at my hand you will beg for, I will take care of the both of you. Which means you will listen to me.”

As you open your mouth to say...something, his lips meet yours, commanding, domineering, drawing a response. While it starts hard and rough, the kiss softens as you do. Melting against him, your hands skim his body, one wrapping around his neck, the other grips his shoulder. His growling chuckle sizzles on your lips, drawing you deeper into his embrace. Everything he does calls to you in a way nothing ever has before. His teeth scrape against your tongue, your lips. Moans and gasps pour from you as you're helpless to stop them.

Time has no meaning; seconds, minutes, hours, what're those? All you need to know in this moment is the feel of his hands against your stomach, against your neck, how his body cradles and presses you against the wall.

Overwhelmed, needing air, you turn your face away, breathing deep. Not deterred, he trails kisses down your jaw, nibbles your neck, biting down where your shoulder meets it.

“Scarabee,” you gasp, making him growl and grind against you.

Just as his hand moves to your chest, a deep chuckle sounds from behind him. Your eyes snap open and you find Scarabee's back to you, blocking out the intruder.

“What the hell are you doing here, Zhuk?” he grinds out, fury evident in his voice.

Another chuckle sounds from the new man. “My friend, did you really think you could leave the way you did and no one would follow? You have been distracted lately and we have been concerned. Of course we were curious as to where you were going.”

Your brows furrow. “We?” you squeak out before you can stop yourself.

The laughter that fills the room comes from multiple sources and your curiosity has you stepping out from behind Scarabee before you can stop yourself. You find yourself trapped by four sets of eyes.

They all look shockingly similar, and yet completely different, a shocking mix of kind and sever, curious and indifferent.

“Scarabee,” you manage to squeak out, “who're your friends?”

Before you can get your answer, you see a flash and everything goes dark.

[strawberrybouvine]

Digital version of a kind of old IncuZhuk doodle cause I have no new art ideas and this was fun to experiment with ! c:

[realmonsterboyhours]

So the discord found out a secret of mine I wanted to take to the grave, so I was absolutely compromised. So here’s a self-indulgent piece of a self insert with Bajo because he makes me weak. 98 layers of “I spent way too fucking long on this shit.” And finally. I say this with all the love that is swelling in my chest right now. Fuck you @yankyo You hate me.

[beetlebitchywitch]

Okay so we know Zhuk is a big ol' softy but what about when he's NOT being soft? Or. What would incubus Zhuk be like...? Would he be rougher? Could he be? Feels like he could probably throw you through a solid oak table if you were into that.

Once again, Zhuk is our Russian Mafia Beetlejuice AU, along with the rest of the conglomerate (Gio, Cia, Bajo, and Bee). See @monsterlovinghours for more details.

WARNING: NSFW. Hypnosis, spanking, D/s, forced orgasms, punishment, lots of fun times in here. 

@realmonsterboyhours this be for you bb

“Enter, kotenok.”

Slowly, you pushed the door to Zhuk’s office open, the warm smell of burning cigars and chamomile tea swirling through the air along with the soft wisps of smoke wafting from the fireplace. You kept your chin held high despite the sudden urge to fall to your knees just from being within ten feet of him. He’d summoned you for a reason, but frankly, you just weren’t having it today. The heavy silver beetle dangling off the center of your collar may have marked you as his, but that didn’t mean you had to obey without putting up a fight.

Bullshit. Of course it did. But you could pretend otherwise for the time being.

He didn’t look away from his newspaper for even a moment as you approached him, your hands placed defiantly on your hips when you reached his desk. He scanned the page for another few moments before lifting one hand into the air, snapping his fingers and pointing down at his feet. You held your ground, and the air thickened as you saw his eyes darken. He snapped again, and pointed more intently to the floor. Once again, you didn’t move an inch, and you could practically see the cold, quiet anger spread through Zhuk’s body. Silently, he folded the newspaper up and placed it on his desk, and when his eyes finally flitted up to meet yours, they were burning with a subdued rage that could only precipitate an oncoming storm. 

“Do you need to hear me say it out loud, der'mo dlya mozgov?” he asked, the even timbre of his voice only serving to scare you more. “Kneel.” 

Against your initial desires, you felt yourself slowly sinking to your knees at his feet, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from lashing out with some smart remark that you knew would land you in hot water. You kept your head slightly bowed, but you could see the tension slowly dissipate from Zhuk’s body. You let out a breath, secretly relieved that you would likely not be on the receiving end of his ire but simultaneously disappointed that you didn’t get your way. 

“That’s better. Khoroshiy kotenok,” he cooed, reaching out to pet at your head for a moment. “I called you here to keep me company while I work, malen'kiy pitomets. You will remain on your knees, and you will not speak unless spoken to. Is that understood?”

Suddenly, your mouth was moving, against all better judgement and higher thinking skills.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked incredulously, raising your head to meet his gaze. “My knees are gonna hurt like hell by the time you’re done! Why don’t you just let me go hang out with Gio, at least he’ll be entertaining.” 

Silence. It hung heavy in the air, nearly suffocating you along with the weight of what you just said. You never truly felt like a fucking shit for brains until that very moment, and you were terrified to move a single inch as his eyes bored into you, burning the color of smoldering embers- combined with the curled horns poking out from his slicked back hair, he truly did look like a demon. You watched in horror as a deep crimson red slowly crawled its way through his hair, which now resembled a brilliant flame that betrayed the rage building inside of him. The tension in the air only escalated as you maintained eye contact, your wide fearstruck eyes not daring to look away from him as your heart pounded in your chest at the thought of the consequences that lay in store for you. Suddenly, the tension snapped like a too-taut string and his hand was fisted in your hair, yanking you forward until your faces were inches apart; his nostrils flared at the sound of your pained yelp, his forked tail swishing rapidly behind him and dragging across the hardwood floor. 

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. 

“I-I...I didn’t mean…”

“You didn’t mean what, malyshka?” he snarled, gripping your hair even tighter and relishing in your little cry. “Because it sounded like someone has been a brat since she arrived in my office and needs to remember whose collar is around her neck. Does that sound right, der'mo dlya mozgov?” 

You couldn’t look away, couldn’t move, could barely breathe at the sight of him looming over you, his hand gripping your hair with such strength that it was practically lifting you off the ground. You could feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes at the pain, and yet it still sent heat coursing through you, your pussy shamefully throbbing between your legs. 

“I...I’m sorry,” you yelped, trying to hold yourself up as much as possible to keep as much of your weight off your hair as you could. You looked up at him, pleading for mercy with your eyes and finding only cold indifference in Zhuk’s eyes that slowly morphed into a sick satisfaction as his eyes began to swirl...oh no.

“Believe me, moya malen'kaya shlyukha,” he crooned, whipping his tail around to wrap around your throat, forcing you to gaze into his eyes as they became swirling pools of crimson. “You will be.” 

You struggled as much as you could in his grip, but each time you tried to pull back, his holds on you only tightened, your throat constricted by his thin tail and your hair practically being torn out by his claws. You felt yourself slowly sinking- no matter how much as you were crying out and fighting it on the inside, your heartbeat began to slow to a steady pace and your eyelids drooped as you fell deep into his trance, watching his eyes continue to swirl. 

“That’s it, little one, just let yourself go for me,” he drawled, a smirk playing on his face when he finally released your hair in order to aid you in your hypnosis. “Mm, what an easy little slut to hypnotize. Tell me, dorogoy, do you want me? Do you want to cum for me?” 

Your lips felt heavy as you struggled to form the words to answer him, and yet the only things you could muster were dreamy little sounds, your mind feeling like it was stuffed to the brim with cotton. He chuckled darkly at your feeble attempts at communication, his clawed hand coming to stroke condescendingly down your cheek as your eyes finally slid completely shut.

“Listen to me very carefully, little one,” he said slowly, his voice laden with authority. “Each time my tail strikes your ass, you are going to feel pleasure unlike any you have known before. You will cum for me after each one until I release you from this command by laying a kiss on your forehead. I’m going to count to three, and you will come up from your trance, with no memory of what I’ve commanded of you. Deep breath for me now, malyshka. 1...2...3.” 

With each number, you felt yourself rise from the depths of your trance, your mind getting progressively clearer as he slowly counted up from one. When your eyes slid back open, you had no memory of your trance, evident by the confused look that crossed your face. Zhuk grinned victoriously before releasing his grip on your throat, allowing you to breathe freely. He stood from his chair and cracked his knuckles, looking down at you with anticipation shining in his eyes.

“Up, little one,” he commanded with a smirk. “And over my desk.” 

You rushed to your feet, not wishing to anger him any more than you already had, and quickly bent over his desk. You shivered in anticipation as he slid your skirt and panties down your legs, his clawed fingers dragging up your thighs and over the swell of your ass.

“You will count them for me, schlyukha,” he commanded. You nodded frantically, readying yourself for the pain and pleasure that was about to come. 

Little did you know that it would be more pleasure than you could ever imagine. 

With no further delay, Zhuk whipped his tail through the air to smack loudly against your ass. You were prepared for the stinging pain, but what surprised you was the insistent rush of white hot ecstasy that flooded every inch of you, dragging a desperate cry from your throat as what had to have been an orgasm shook you to your very core. You looked back at Zhuk and were horrified to be met with a wide, hungry grin. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the gravity of your situation finally hit you. With a deep sigh, you dug your fingers into the edge of the desk and resigned yourself to your fate. 

“...One.” 

His grin only grew, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of you fully giving in to your submission.

“Good girl, pitatel’. Let’s continue, shall we?”

With every strike, Zhuk pulled orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body. Your knees threatened to give out each time, the sharp pain mixed with overwhelming, world-shattering pleasure that wrenched pitiful screams from your throat. Your nails scratched insistently at his mahogany desk, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when he was mercilessly torturing you with orgasm after orgasm until your tongue practically lolled out of your mouth. You felt even more entranced than when Zhuk had actually put you under, your mind melting from the heat of the constant orgasms he was pulling from you. 

“T-twenty!” you cried, tears steadily pouring down your cheeks as your knees wobbled from the twentieth orgasm pulsing through your body. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, but frankly, you weren’t sure Zhuk cared. He was likely taking the opportunity to gorge himself on your lust, feeding off of every ounce of pleasure, every moan, every scream he could force from your fragile little body. 

“Mmm, you sound beautiful when you scream, kotenok,” he moaned, running his fingers through his hair. “Can you take one more for me? Give me your pleasure, little one, let me take it from you.” 

You knew if you told him no, he’d likely oblige you. He’d stand you up, pull you into his arms, into his bed, and hold you until your body finally stopped shaking. But against what was likely your better judgement, you wanted to give it to him. You wanted to give him everything. You took a deep breath to steady yourself before nodding, scrunching your eyes shut in preparation for your final orgasm. 

“Hmm...alright then, pitatel’.” Your eyes flew open at the sound of pure mischief in his voice. You had no time to react before his tail was whistling through the air once more.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 

All in a row, his tail mercilessly whipped you. With each hit, your pleasure doubled up on one another, your voice growing hoarser and hoarser until your scream was nothing but a pitiful croak, your pussy spasming as five simultaneous orgasms forced you to squirt all over the hardwood floor. Your knees finally gave out and you fell like a sack of potatoes to the floor, kneeling in a pool of your own slick as you sobbed, hot tears dripping down your cheeks. In an instant, Zhuk was there, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips softly to your forehead. 

“Oh, moya dorogaya, moya ideal'naya devushka, moya dragotsennaya pitatel’, you were so good for me,” he cooed, holding your trembling body close as you cried. “I’m here, little one, you took your punishment so well, Christ, you were perfect…”

As physically and mentally exhausted as you were, you couldn’t help but smile through your tears. 

“You...you said one,” you hiccuped, a giggle briefly interrupting your tears. He chuckled, pulling you closer and pressing kiss after kiss to your sweat-soaked hair. 

“I could not help myself, little one,” he admitted. “You were so, so good for me.” 

Despite how physically and mentally exhausted you were, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d take another 25 orgasms if it meant getting to end up in the safety of his arms and his dominance. You settled into his lap and succumbed to the warmth of his embrace and the heaviness of your exhaustion, your eyes sliding shut as sleep finally took you. 

Translation: 

moya malen'kaya shlyukha: my little slut

Khoroshiy kotenok: Good kitten

 der'mo dlya mozgov: shit for brains

malen'kiy pitomets: little pet

Pitatel’: feeder

moya dorogaya, moya ideal'naya devushka, moya dragotsennaya pitatel’: my darling, my perfect girl, my precious little feeder

(These are probably not even close to be correct, but all I have is Google Translate yaaaaaaay)

[yankyo]

@beetlejuicebeadoll @pastelnacht @monsterlovinghours @beetlebitchywitch @sofabearr @dilfyjuice @sapphic-florals @realmonsterboyhours

I know I forgot someone but!

Mafia Au

You’ve been on top streaks lately! You’re dating someone you genuinely love and your luck seems to be out of this world; your coffee is always pre-prepared at your shop despite the owners never taking a liking to you, this new bus driver is always on time and your date has arranged for a meal at the most highly rated restaurant in the world!

One particular day someone who used to be cruel to you runs up to you, tears coating their face and panting “please tell ‘em to lay off it! I’m sorry, so sorry!!”

Turns out your hot new date runs the mafia round here, and everyone who works for him has been making sure your day goes smoothly, whatever it takes.

[monsterbeetlebug]

A quick turn of events, Part 2.

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Possible TW: smoking, alcohol, sexual interactions

Part 1 <-

-> Part 3

A proposition

The Don picked up his glass from the table. Taking a sip. He is calm and relaxed. His movements are elegant. Y/n shifts in her seat. A bit taken back at his offer. A proposition? What kind of proportion would he ever want to give her? She looked down at her hands that awkwardly laid in her lap. Picking up the courage to ask.

"What kind of proposition?"

She looked over at him. Feeling a bit uneasy for asking. He didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, she actually felt an odd sense of security. He smiled and put his glas down. He broke the eyecontact as he stod up and slowly made his way towards the railing to look down at the crowd. One hand in his pant pocket. The other hand holding the cigarette. He snubbed it out on the railing and flicked it out into the club. He didn't care if it hit someone on it's way down. He's done much worse that fling a cigarette at someone. He had much bigger things to worry about than that. Not that it even matters.

"I watched you tonight. You are.."

He paused for a second. His mind working like a fine tuned machinery.

"..different."

He watched the crowd beneath. The way it moved and pulsed. How people acted. They where like ants to him. The reflection of the light dancing in his eyes. He turned around and leaned on the railing. He seemed serious but gave Y/n a smirk.

"So my proposition to you is to come with me. Stay with me. Let me care for you. Your needs. Your want. Your desires. You'll have time to adjust of course. All I ask is for you to be mine."

His tone was stern yet charming. He grinned. His gold tooth showing. The offer didn't seem threatening. It felt.. honest. Y/n felt the warmth in her cheeks at his words. A slight blush would have been visible in better lighting. But she was still left with confusion. Her mind started spinning. Not feeling like she was worth for anything like that. Why her of all people? She needed to process it. Think about what he offered. It was tempting. The apartment wasn't really much to brag about if she was honest. She like her colleagues, but not having to work sounded nice. And he was a really handsome man. Like devilishly handsome. Attractive in a whole new way she couldn't begin to explain. And he had been kind towards her so far. Not posing any kind of threat or violence. He observed her as she thought about his offer.

"So if I say yes I don't have to stay in my apartment, I don't need to work. I can still have some time to myself and go out. I just have to live with you and be yours?"

Y/n looked at him. Slightly nervous but more calm than earlier. She actually started to like the idea of his proposition. She waited for an answer. He nodded, smiling. Lighting a new cigarette and taking a drag. He let the smoke slowly out of his mouth. It slithered up. Smooth motions across his face before it disappeared up into the air. It looked so impressive, made him seen almost like a demon. In a very attractive way. He gently walked towards Y/n. Stopping a few steps in front of her. Looking down.

"All you have to do is say yes."

Y/n looked down at her lap. Looking for anything to hold her sight still on. She really wanted to say yes. But she couldn't get her words out. They where stuck in her throat. It felt so unreal. It all happened so fast. She had just been down with her colleagues. After her first week in a new job. In a new city. And now she's sitting here. In front of a mafia boss who wants her to himself. She tried wagering the positives and negatives. She was lost in thought. So lost that she didn't even notice him gently squatting down in front of her. A calm observing face. He gave her the time she needed. He took her hands and held them in his own. Careful. Comforting. Patient. She looked at him, soflty nodding. Her mind was made up. She managed to whisper out a single word.

"Yes."

It was as if his face lit up. A big grin spreading across his face. His eyes almost sparkling with joy. Both turned their heads as the door opened. It was Antonio coming back. One hand behind his back and the other holding the drink. The Don stod up with his arms out to his sides.

"Ah there you are Antonio! Great timing. Get over here with that glas this deserves a celebration."

He grinned as Antonio came closer. Blowing out a cloud of smoke. Antonio smiled softly.

"Congratulations boss."

He nodded towards the Don as he leaned down and handed Y/n her drink. He gave her a kind and knowing smile.

"Here you go miss. You won't regret your decision."

Antonio almost whispered the last part. He gave Y/n a quick wink that made her blush slightly. She hadn't noticed how similar they both looked. They had their differences of course. Antonio was a bit taller and looked a bit bulkier than his boss. Both had their own colour scheme. She put her glas up to her mouth as Antonio moved away. The Don placed a hand on Antonios shoulder and walked him over to the railings. Y/n could see them talking, but couldn't hear any of it. It was like watching a movie scene with only music in the background. She couldn't hear them at all. They where probably whispering. There couldn't be any other explanation. They where smiling. The Don smirked at Antonio and patted his shoulder. Then Antonio politely left. The Don then turned to Y/n with a broad grin. He walked forward and put a hand out for her to grab and stand up. She put her glas down before she put her hand in his and rose from her seat. He gently placed a kiss on her hand.

"Forgive my manners and let me introduce myself properly. My name is Lorenzo B. Geuse, but you can call me anything you like dear. May I ask what your name is doll?"

He had a seductive smile. His dark eyes looking at her. She could see how a desire grew in his eyes every second. Like he held something back. Waiting. Her cheeks where blushed. A shy smile grew on her face.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/n."

He grinned and softly put a hand on her cheek. His hand felt cold, but it quickly warmed up on her cheek. Odd but she didn't think any of it. He softly stroked his thumb up and down her cheek. Admiring her. She looked at him again. He was so close to her now. She could feel a warmth building inside. The tension in the air. Their eyes locked at each other. He didn't do anything to rush her. He waited for her invitation. When she leaned in for a kiss he got his permission. He kissed her back like he had longed for it. He put his arms on her back and held her closer. She melted into it and put her arms around his neck. It felt so good. Like she was free and whole. She hadn't noticed how she missed feeling wanted. Needed. Panting has they broke apart. They looked at each other with heavy eyelids. He started kissing down her neck. Feeling his way down with his lips. Finding every sweet spot that made her arch and moan softly. He turned her around, hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. She could feel him growing hard against her ass. He continued to explore her neck. His breath heavy on her. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. Panting lightly. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. It felt incredible. He sucked down on her neck leaving a few hickeys to mark her. She was his. Pulling away he pressed a kiss to her temple. His gravely voice pulling her back to consciousness.

"You're perfect doll face.."

He slowly moved his hand down from her hip, stopping at her thigh. Softly squeezing it. He could hear her uneven breathing. Smirking to himself. His fingers delicately curled to pull her dress up, revealing her black lace panties. He moved his hand to her crotch. Her breath hitched at his movements. His fingers gently stroked and pressed into the moist fabric. She never even noticed how wet she had become. How close she was to realise already from the tension alone. He gently rubbed circles in the area her clit was to give her the friction she needed. He observed her every response. Every reaction she had from his touch. As her breath became heavier and small moans formed he started kissing along her neck again. Using his tounge, lips and teeth. Her body started to tense up. He grinned into her neck and continued his work. She became louder as she was close. Her moans was like a sweet dessert to him. As she came her body froze up and she could feel the pulsating inside. He held her close and slowly stopped rubbing. A small whimper was the last sound she managed to make. As she relaxed he kissed her temple again. He picked her up bridal style, letting her rest against his chest. She felt so tired and happy. His voice was the last thing she heard before letting sleep take over.

"Let's get you home darling."

[the-conglomerate]

The Conglomerate with a S/O that loves going out in storms

Bajo: This is a man who would actively try and get struck by lightning for fun. He'll see the weather report and dress you up to dance in the rain with you. If you can't dance he can posses you a little as a treat. He loves wrapping his arms around you during a nasty storm, it makes him feel alive.

Scarabee: STORM. MAGIC. He's gonna be outside during a thunderstorm anyway for some ritual or magic thing, and you're gonna help him. This man has no fear of storms or getting dirty. When you're outside with him, the air feels more electric as if the storm is attracted to the magic he does

Cia: He loves the 15 minutes before the storm when the wind kicks up and there's just barely a drizzle. He loves watching storms roll in, but prefers to be on the porch as he watches. Not a huge fan of getting wet, but he smiles every time you run out in to the yard to play. (me? projecting? maybe)

Gio: Prefers to stay in the library or in the smoking lounge when it storms. He acts like he's annoyed when you run out, but every time you come back inside there's a  fresh, warm towel and change of clothes waiting for you by the door. You'll find him in the kitchen preparing you a hot drink and a snack as he asks you how your adventure went.

Zhuk: Like Cia, prefers to just watch the storms. He'll watch you, but if you give him the puppy eyes and ask nicely he might strip his coat and step out into the rain and play with you. Afterwards he'll put his coat on you so that you don't catch a cold before ushering you into a warm bath with him.

[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.