#scarafaggio x reader

[madamemedic]

The Handmade Gift

Gio is a very fashionable person, in fact you would dare say he was most fashionable person you have met. All the suits he wore were designer and custom made for him. Undoubtedly very expensive too. You see his sense of fashion doesn’t really just stop at him, it extends to you too. Everything you now owned clothing wise was high end brand and expensive, not that he told you the price of it. You could just tell.

You had just received another dress from Gio, it was a knee length, deep purple pouf dress with a red sash as a belt. It was simple but it looked gorgeous. You thanked him and kissed him. Just as you were about to offer if he would like to see what it would look like on when his phone went off. This was normal, as Gio is normally is very busy man. However, the good mood was soured immediately as by he answer and his face twisting into a dark expression. You could tell this was serious and waited for the call to end. As to be expected he hung up looking as if he wanted to kill somebody, where his hair was normally green was now a throbbing red colour. He sighed with his eyes closed then a mumble of Italian was heard as he rubbed his eyes. Looks like he had to leave but before going he kissed you goodbye and maybe he would get to see in the dress soon. Then promptly leaving you in his home office.

Leaving you up to your own devices. You felt bad, whatever it was got Gio really steamed and you hoped to help him. Well help in broad sense of the term since you probably couldn’t help with what was most likely Don related problems. Still, you wanted to try. Maybe a gift would help cheer Gio up. Here is the problem… what do you give to a man who has everything? A car? No, he has lots in his drive way. Buy him a suit? No, he had lots and the kind HE liked was expensive. Wait. A suit, no just any. No, this suit would be different. You were going to make it by hand and the give it to him. How hard could it be.

The next day rolled around and you set work drawing and sketching out the suit that you were going to make for your darling Gio. Was it going to be striped? Plain? Or maybe embroidery? The longer the time went the longer you thought about it. The more it seemed like the task was harder than you thought.

Ding! As if a light bulb went off in your head. Why didn’t you think of it. Gio’s wardrobe! Why didn’t you just go in and see what he already had?

Leaving your room, you made your way to Gio’s room. You could tell who’s room from who’s, due to the doors that each Don had. Gio’s had carved in beautiful art, Zhuk’s was plain because in his words “it’s only a door, what matter is what is inside”, Cia has what look like symbols, Bee had words on his but you couldn’t read nor understand them and Bajo also has carvings but it was just a simple rose.

Knocking on Gio’s room, slowly opened the door to see him not there. Thank goodness or how where you going to explain that you where looking at his suits?

“Hey babes, mind if I look at your suits? Reason? Uhhh, they look good?” Yeah… no, hard pass on that.

Walking to his walk-in closet you had to turn on the light to see into the large but dark room. As far as the eye could see, most of his suits seemed to be pin striped. Well at least you knew the pattern but now was the materiel and measurements next. Slowly approaching one suit, your hand reaches out and pulls (well more like yanks, since you are very much smaller than he) it down. It is soft to the touch. Silk. Well know you knew the materiel. The was only one thing left measurements.

Good thing for you Gio tended not to keep suits for too long because “I change my mind, it’s ugly” then throw them away. Well he would throw them in a basket at the end of the closet next to the draws that held his gloves in.

“Let’s hope he’s planning on throwing away a full suit set soon” You prayed as you pulled to lid off to find indeed he had planned on throwing a suit away. It was pin striped but it had a stain that you were sure wasn’t wine or jam on it. Taking it out of the basket, you look decided this was the only way to get his measurements without asking.

Quickly you take the jacket, trousers and scamper away to your room. That was step two. Now to actually make the suit.

Luckily for you, you still had some materiel left from a previous cosplay and of course it was silk. Black and white striped to be precise. Of course you made a few cosplays but a whole ass suit. That would take your skills to the test.

The first thing you did was google patterns to make a suit from scratch. It didn’t look too bad but not all things that look easy are easy to do. Once you obtained the pattern, you had turned to the old suit and slowly started to take it apart at the seems to get its measurements. It was slow but worth it as you snipped at the cotton thread that held it together. It didn’t tear, so you could use the scraps as a base for the new suit.

“I hope this turns out OK”

Over the next month (almost two), you poured yourself into making the suit for Gio. It was WAY harder than you had expected it to be. One minute the sewing machine stoped working, so you had to hand stitch it. Then you’d constantly poke yourself with the needle which led to bleeding on the material; well the white bit. So you had to start again. Then order more of the silk as you only had enough to make the suit as long as there wasn’t many mistakes but unfortunately that was not the case. However, you still persevered. Day by day came and then went. It was getting there.

Of course the rest of the Dons grew suspicious of why their little angel was away in her room and not walking around or hanging around with them but of course with a bit of hushing and “it’s a secret” they gave up. Thank goodness to that too. You didn’t want any of the Dons slipping up and telling Gio by accident. Well you knew that the chance was small but it was still a chance that you couldn’t take.

Today was the day that the extra bits were to come in, such as cuff links and buttons. You knew that if the suit materiel was going to be high quality then the extras would be too. Well, they weren’t the traditional type either. The cuff links were in a shape of golden love hearts and the buttons had beetles carved in the small golden circles. Sure it made you more late but it would be worth it.

“Today is the last day and then I wait” You sigh as you glance over at the nearly finished suit. The trousers and top were finished. You added a few more details such as emerald green inlining as well and a red handkerchief In the breast pocket as well another in the pocket. It looked good, for your first time that is.

“Angel, package for you” Zhuk’s voice comes from the door of the mansion.

“Coming” You reply as you race down to get what was most likely the last pieces of the suit. Skidding down the hall you could see Zhuk holding your parcel but to your horror, he was also talking to Gio.

“Uhhh Gio, you didn’t tell me you were back” Gio then stopped talking to Zhuk and grinned as you made your way over to him.

“ Ah Principessa, there you are” Gio holds you close to him. “It’s been lonely with you with you la mia Principessa” Gio kisses the top of your head, you could hear Zhuk give a chuckle.

“I missed you too Gio” You pull away from him and turn to Zhuk, getting your package Zhuk hands it over but then starts to speak.

“Little one has been in her room the most of the time you’ve been gone, would even tell us why just kept on saying ‘hush’ and ‘it’s an secret’” You knew what was happening. Zhuk was trying to get you to tell him why you were in your room so much the last past weeks by using Gio as a pressure point.

“Away in your room? What? Why Principessa?” A confused Gio was now reaching out to place a hand on your arm. You could see concern on his face but on Zhuk’s was concern but a glimmer of mischief.

“Well… it’s a secret. Don’t worry, it’s a good one” You pull away but this doesn’t get rid of the concerned look on the dons faces.

“Does it got to do with your box?” Gio asks, his gaze on your parcel in your hands. Damn. Her recognised the box. Of course he would, that’s where he got his cuff links from.

“Maybe, maybe not. I said it’s a secret” Your reply was a bit snippy but you want to just leave and finish the damn suit so you could just give it to him.

“Well, I’d like to believe that you think I’m not stupid but I’d like to also believe that you are not stupid either to notice that is where I get my cuff links from” Drat. He knew. Think, think of and excuse, a reason.

“I… I… uh… this is embarrassing but I’d thought I’d buy the, for me and maybe get a few suits of my own” The lie came out and you hoped they believed it. Which it looked like they did.

“Oh, nice choice. Maybe you could show me them when you get the chance. I’m sure they look great” Gio winks at you. “Maybe I‘ll get you a nice suit to match the” Great, now is the time to leave before another Don joins in and makes it harder to leave.

“Well, as much as I like talking, I have to go back and finish my secret thing” You then sprint off back into the mansion, leaving behind two very confused Dons.

As you closed your door behind you, taking a deep breath you go and sit on the chair by your desk. Grabbing a knife near by you cut the sticker that held the box closed. Inside was a black velvet rectangle. The box looked amazing but you were more interested in the contents. Opening the box you were blown away by the quality of the product. The good glimmered in the light. They where beautiful.

“Now to finish this” You now had the buttons of the jacket and it was time to sew them in place. Over time you had got better at sewing. One by one, each button is sown on by hand with extra care. Then you add the cuff links to wear they would go.

It was finished. You were finished. You jump for happiness and dance for a while but stop when there is a knocking on your door.

“Principessa, can I come in?” Shit. It’s Gio.

“In a sec… I’m naked” Wait. Why did you say that? Never mind. You take the suit off the display model to place it in a gift box for clothes.

“Naked, well I definitely want to come in now” You could hear the humour in Gio’s voice as you place a ribbon on of the box. Now all you had to do was give it to him. Of course you didn’t want him to see it right away, so you placed it inside a draw and closed it.

“Ready” You call out, straightening your clothes you look at a slightly disappointed Gio.

“You are clothed, I thought you were naked. No matter, plenty of time for that now that I am back” Gio takes you hand as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I guess I just said what was on the top of my head” You reply shyly. Now it’s not like Gio has net seen you naked plenty of times but you still felt shy about it.

“Don’t worry about it Principessa, I got you something” Gio pulls a box from back. It was thins and a square. Giving it a look over, your eyebrows raise.

“It’s not a pizza right?” At this Gio looked at you, his face splitting into a smile and then turned into laughter.

“No, no. It’s not pizza. Open it” He holds it out to you.

“Wait, I have something for you too” You go over to open the draw and open it to retrieve the box.

“Oh a gift for me? Oh you shouldn’t have Principessa” Turning around you both have boxes. Both are roughly the same shape but his has a red bow and yours green.

“Soooo… Who is going to open first… I mean, I don’t mind if you open mine first” Gio goes on, looking at his gift then yours.

“I guess since you came all this way to give it to me, I’ll open yours” You places you’re box on the table and take Gio’s. You pull the ribbon to open the box where inside is a white dress… wait. On top is also a veil dripping with pearls of all sizes. You start to pull out the tiara with crown first, putting it on your box and then the dress. It was 100% a wedding dress. Looking up from from the dress to see Gio on one knee, his face slightly pink due. You have now spotted something else at the bottom. A ring.

“Gio…” You are stunned. You’d never thought that Gio would marry you, well you’d like it but never wanted to force him to do so.

“Principessa, (Y/N). Being away from you for almost two months made me realise that… I can’t stand not being not with you, you are kind, smart, beautiful and I can’t see my life without you” Gio picks up the ring from the box. “You make me a better man, well as better as you can get” You let a small chuckle. Tears streaming down your face as he continues. “What I’m asking is… Will you make me the happiest man demon whatever?” Gio holds his breath as he waits for answer.

“Yes, Yes I will absolutely marry you” You launch yourself into Gio, almost making him fall back. The two of you laugh and cry a bit. Gio mainly from the release of anxiety. Kissing all over your face, Gio then places the ring on your finger then kisses then back of your hand.

“So is this what the recent was meant to be for” You couldn’t help but laugh, Gio does too.

“Yes. The trip was for your dress, they messed it up and I had to go back” He laughs again but then notices your quietness. He is nervous again.

“Well damn… my present is going to be shit compared to yours” Oh… that’s why. Gio cups your face in his large hairy hands.

“Principessa, you could give me a random leg you sawed off random person and I’d still love it, you know why right?” He looks into your eyes, you could feel yourself starting to calm down. Getting and sitting back on the chairs, you pick up the last gift so you could hand it to Gio.

“My gift probably isn’t as good as yours is” You ramble off as Gio opens the box. He is silent as he takes out the suit jacket. Sure it wasn’t any wear near his usual standards but you made it. That made it worth more than any suit he’s ever owned. “G? Gio? Scarafaggio?” You gasped as he had once again began to cry, just as you were about to speak he interrupted you.

“It’s perfect” He then quickly takes the trousers out and starts to inspect the new suit in his hands. It was soft, most likely Silk he notes to himself. His eyes go over the beetle buttons and the love heart cuff links. Gio smiles and he then looks at you again. “ You made this? How?” Gio then notifies himself of the green of inside of the jacket. It really was beautiful and was made of love.

“I did, it took me a while, I know it’s not your normal suit but I wanted to try and well” You gesture to it.

“No, it’s perfect, in fact. The fact that you took your time to make this for me and it’s shows. It’s fine besides if you want to get better I can help you, maybe I’ll make you a suit instead” Gio looks at his own suit, the back at his new one.

“Wear it” You could tell he was going to ask anyway.You didn’t need to tell him twice. Quickly Gio takes off his suit trousers and jacket. You blush, not expecting him to do it right away. Then it became another reason to do so. It was a tighter fit than normal but it still felt comfortable. Gio throws the suit in a near by washing hamper and does a twirl. It look good but definitely not what he was usually seen with.

“Looking good babes” You wolf whistle at Gio and he winks in return. The he grins and rushes out the room leaving you stunned. Where did he go off to? Doesn’t matter, you have a wedding to one of the men in your life to day dream about.

“Boys, look who just been treated nicely” Gio calls out in the lobby, soon each Don slowly makes their way to the lobby as well.

“Well that’s different” Bajo gets closer to look at Gio’s new suit.

“Doesn’t look like your normal suit… what make this one so different?” Cia eyeballs Gio carefully as Gio shows off his suit.

“Yes, why why this suit be so different, almost as if somebody very, very close has spent all her time on it despite not knowing how to and did it anyway just to make me happy” Gio knew that they would all know who made this suit.

“No way” Zhuk starts to examine it closer, yet it wasn’t the best but it was made with time and care. The hand stitching was prescient as ever.

“Yep, nostro caro made this. Just. For. Me”Gio could feel the tingle of jealousy from the rest of the Dons.

“Well I’m going to ask for something to be made then” Bee declares as he rushes past the group to your room.

“Oh no you don’t, I will” Zhuk followed then is also followed by Cia and Bajo. Gio watches and chuckles, looks like you were going to do a lot more clothes.

[Author’s Note: Not Beta read and this is most likely the last time I write for the Dons. Hope you enjoyed and stay safe.

Dons belong to @beetlebitchywitch and friends

P.S, Sorry for ten formation of this fanfic, when it’s is converted to to Tumble, it fucked it up.]

[realmonsterboyhours]

oh god that touch starved post was *chef’s kiss* immaculate. so, how would the dons react to s/o doing something really adorable just out of the blue. if you need an example say something like a tiny sneeze or just doing a little squeal at something that’s cute. i don’t really know something like that. love ya :)

The dons with a cute s/o

Lemme just start with I love everything about this ask. I'm gonna go with just little cute things I can think of for each.

Zhuk

The first time he hears you let out a tiny little giddy squeal when you see an animal he nearly has a heart attack.

Who touched his sweetheart? Who's going to die now? He's ready to instant transmission and break a foot off in their ass.

When he also sees the animal he just has to join in being excited about it. This man is an animal lover after all.

From then on he notices the little noise when you see something that is adorable he can't help but watch you with softened eyes and a smitten smile.

He'll prop his head up in his hand and he'll stare at you lovingly while you have your moment.

He knows he has to marry you. This being one of a million reasons he feels this way.

Gio:

How do you give back to someone who gives you so much? Little heartfelt gifts of course! The Estate's grounds are expansive if you like to wander its easy to find rocks that remind you of him. Or if you're more into crafting with your hands I'm sure there's things out there you could make for him!

The first time he gets a gift from you he's a bit confused. He doesn't quite get it but he knows whatever this thing is came from a good place. Even if it's just a rock.

Over time he gets used to the gifts, and even begins to really enjoy and adore them.

It's so sweet how much you want to give back, even if you can't give him the same as he can give you.

It becomes customary, regularly you leave little gifts in his office or in his room, and each time his eyes soften and he melts a bit inside.

When you come back the present is always gone, you aren't sure if he just tosses them out or what, it's unlikely that a man of his tastes would truly enjoy home made gifts.

But what you don't know is he's having to plan a new closet or display case to be added to his office where he can keep all these gifts. He's kept every single one.

Scarabee

The first time Scarabee heard you let out the faintest moan was the night you came to him, sore and tired.

The others had told you about his magical massages and they weren't kidding.

Once he heard the little breathy gasp and a soft moan he was instantly addicted. It becomes his favorite sound.

From then on he does whatever he can to make you make that noise when he sees you. He damn near makes it an afterlife goal.

If you're just chilling in the smoking room? He may come up and just rub your shoulders. Relaxing with him on the porch? He may rub your thigh just to hear it.

Every time he hears it, its like his heart threatens to beat again.

His eyes soften and he smiles very fondly which is a bit strange for someone like him.

The other dons may tease him for it, but he couldn't care less.

Cia

He first catches you singing in the shower. You were playing your favorite song, and singing your little heart out with the lyrics. He felt so moved.

In tune, out of tune, flat, whatever you sound like he fucking adores it.

He's fond of music, himself. Often singing old Irish drinking songs at his pub, or gathering his clones for a session with them.

From then on he's on a mission to learn the kind of music you like. He's listening in on the showers or taking note of what he can hear past your headphones.

He'll put a Playlist together to dance or sing with you. If you're shy about it he'll learn to play some of your favorite songs and sing them to you.

It becomes his favorite thing to do. Singing with you in the car when no one is around. Helping you do anything you like while playing the music.

It also doesn't matter what genre it is, seeing your eyes light up when your favorite song comes on is everything he could have asked for.

Bajo

He gets his first love note when you leave it on his nightstand to wake up to. Perhaps you were a bit shy about just how flirty he is, but you wanted him to know how you feel.

He's smitten more and more with every word.

He'll write you back that very morning. He'll craft a letter so beautiful you'll have to cry reading it, he just knows it.

He writes letters, he writes poetry, he writes little thoughts on sticky notes to give to you.

Each time you return a letter he falls harder and harder.

When you are sad it's not uncommon for him to sneak a letter beside you on the bed to wake up to.

Unspoken words can quickly become your love language.

Hope you like sappy, lovestruck loveletters because this don is absolutely gobsmacked with how much he loves and adores you.

[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”

[angelicspaceprince]

Ruined Suits

Author: Toby

Title: Ruined Suits

Pairing: Scarafaggio/Reader, Reader/OC

Character/s: Scarafaggio

Word Count: 2, 882 words

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please), BDSM, caning, collaring, being chained to the floor. All sorts. Also, I don’t really write Gio, so proceed with caution.

Tags: N/A

Prompt: You had no idea that Gio would even own a suit so expensive. In hindsight, his punishment for you was for good reason.

Notes: So, basically, there was some discussion a while ago in the discord about the dons catching you wearing their clothes. I, personally, wasn’t there when it went down but.....it left me for some food for thought. Gio isn’t my fave, this was more for a friend than anything else, so at the end it might be OOC? Idk, I’m still testing him out.

Requests are open, commissions are back open. HMU if you want anything so we can talk it out.

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Ruined Suits

In your defence, you had no idea that the suit was nearly $100, 000. The words ‘Dormeuil Vanquish II’ meant nothing to you. What did mean something to you, was that it was soft, it smelt nice and it was Gio’s. Gio, the man with good taste, the man who wants you to be comfortable. The man who would murder you if he found out you were stretching and warping the shape of his expensive suit as you wandered around the smoking room, fiddling with his cane, giving out fake orders in a very, very poor imitation of the man

It amused you, mostly because you knew you wouldn’t get caught. Gio was off at some function and wasn’t meant to be home for at least another hour or so-

“What are you doing?” You pause at the sound of a very, very unimpressed voice filling the room. You slowly, slowly turn to face Gio, taking note of the red beginning to thread through his hair. He takes in the sight of you, oversized pants scrunched up at your feed, a shirt that was meant for Gio being stretched out, even though you left some buttons undone in order not to pop them with your chest, his blazer and shirt sleeves rolled up so you had your hands free and his cane currently being used as a baton. 

Your hands move as you bounce your two pointer fingers together, your other fingers curled in with your thumbs standing up, pouting up at him as you try to cute yourself out of the situation. “I thought I looked adorable?”

He. Was not impressed. “Take it off.”

“Make me.” The words fall from your lips before you have a chance to hold them back, but you stand your ground. No, this was your time to be the top. You were in charge.

“Y/N. I’m going to count to three.” He warns, taking a step forward, out of the doorway and closer towards you. His presence fills the room more than he actually does, almost intimidatingly so. But even then. He can’t knock you down, not when you are on your high horse.

“No.” You say again. “I’m Daddy now.”

Gio doesn’t respond with words more as he just lets out a growl and charges towards you. In that split second, your bravado waivers and you make a mad dash out of the room and towards the safety of your bedroom.

But he doesn’t chase after you, oh no. He takes his time, smelling you out as he slowly follows. It feels like he is in every corner of every room like Gio had managed to fill the house with himself. Every shadow appeared to be intimidating, every closed door just another place where Gio could be hiding, waiting for you. Every time you trip over the too-long pant legs, you stumble and look around the room, a deer in headlights, fearing that he would be just behind you. He never was. And that felt more terrifying than if he was in the room.

You manage to get up the stairs, breathless already as you pause to take a breather - knowing that you were using up valuable time. You are certain Gio is behind you, less than an arms-length away. Your belief only strengthens when you can hear him talking, clear as day. As if he was right there beside you. “Where is it you think you can hide from me? I know this house better than anyone, little mouse, I built it from the ground up. I know every brick, every pipe, every little pebble that is in this house, as well as every little hiding space that my home has to offer. If you think there is a single alcove or crevice that would keep you from me, you are sorely mistaken. You will never escape me, piccolo coniglio. So it’s best that you don't even try." His voice is low, echoing, full of an ancient power you forgot that he had, that being reason alone for causing a shiver to run down your spine. If you concentrate, it is almost like it is seeping out of the walls around you. Perhaps giving chase was a bad idea to begin with. Perhaps you should just give up now, hope he grants you mercy. That would be the saner idea.

You keep running.

By some miracle, you end up in your room, diving under the bed, trying to level and control your breathing as you listen carefully, hearing carefully measured footsteps enter each room and walk out. You were hoping that you wearing his clothes would, at the very least, hinder his endeavour to find you, just enough for you to escape to Zhuk or Bee, someone who can protect you from the angry Italian.

You managed to get one more breath before the door to your room opens. You curl in on yourself, wanting to be as small as possible as he slowly paces the room, audibly sniffing at the air. Your heart comes to a pounding stop when you realise he’s stopped walking, stopped sniffing. He’s just standing somewhere in the room but you have no idea where. A dark chuckle rings in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Oh piccola, did you really think you could hide from me in here?” His amusement comes off in waves as you cling to his cane, ready to use it to defend yourself at any moment.

The hand that shot out in the dark to grab your ankle causes you to jolt in shock and scream as he drags you out from under the bed. “Wait, wait Gio, hang on-”

The sound of tearing fabric causes both of you to go still. You look down to see the back of his blazer and shirt were torn, having gotten caught on something on the way out. Your eyes quickly dart back over to Gio, swallowing when you see how angry he is. “It was an accident?” You say, hoping it’d be enough that he’d let you go and focus on his poor suit instead.

With a yelp, he has you over his shoulder, arms holding you down as he marches back down to the smoking-room, where it all began. No matter how you squirm, how much you plea, how hard you kick at his chest, his grip on you stays firm as he continues his march downstairs.

He, less than gracefully, throws you to the floor. In an act of adrenaline fuels desperation, your hand swings out with his cane in hand, hoping to get a good strike to his legs in order for you to make your escape. He calmly grabs at your wrist, yanking the cane from your hand before letting go and staring down at you, looming over you, finally giving a one-word command. “Strip.”

You have pushed and pushed and pushed at this point. The idea of disobeying more was not one you think you should follow through on. You slowly stand and start to disrobe, throwing item of clothing after item of clothing on the ground, wincing when you see how large of a rip Gio dragging you out of the bed had caused. When you stand there, just in your bra and panties, eyes to the ground as you sway awkwardly, Gio looks up from what he’s doing, tutting softly, disapprovingly. “All of it.” He prompts.

You swallow before undoing your bra and throwing it on top of the pile of clothing you have managed to create before carefully, slowly, peeling down your panties, leaving you completely bare. He hums, happy with what he sees as he walks in a slow circle around you, taking in every inch of skin he can see. You swallow when he stops in front of you, trying your best to remain quiet as his hand comes over to brush against your neck. You can feel the heavy leather of the collar resting in his hand as it slides against your skin and is locked shut.

“Kneel.” Comes his next command. You feel your knees hit the ground before you can even register what your body is doing. “Face against the ground.” You whimper but do as instructed, your ass staying up in the air as you do so. A faint click in front of you is your only warning before you feel his hand dart towards your collar, another click confirming your fate as you try to lift your head up only to be held back down. A small chain keeping your head close to the floor. You readjust, knees spreading slightly as you struggle to regain your balance.

You can hear him actively planning on what to do next as he walks around you, admiring you like he would one of his paintings, kneeling for him, spreading for him, presenting for him. “That suit is ruined, Y/N.” He starts, voice even and careful. “Do you know how much it will cost me to replace it?”

“I’m sure you can find the money to afford it.” You mutter out. A swish can be heard throughout the room before a loud crack echoes down the hall. You yelp as the sting left by his cane starts to heat up.

He tuts disapprovingly. “Have we already forgotten what to do during punishment?”

You swallow back another witty remark. “No.” There is a beat and you can almost feel him reaching to give you another whack with the cane. “Sir.” You finally tag on. “One, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?” You grit out. This was unfair, it was an accident, why were you being punished for this?

He hums, accepting your begrudging count. “Now, piccolo coniglio, let’s count your transgressions.” He starts. “One, wearing my suit without permission, two, disobeying me when I told you to remove it, three, running away after being told to come to me, four, ruining my suit when you hid from me and five, your never-ending bratty, bratty behaviour.” He counts off. “One strike per misdeed? I believe that's fair.” You don’t even dare challenge him on that, once his mind is made up, there is no going back. “Y/N.” He warns.

“Yes Sir. That’s fair.” You mutter, mentally preparing for the rest of your punishment.

He hums approvingly. “Good.” Is all he says as he finally finds his stance behind you. “Four more to go, piccola, count them.” He reminds.

A whistle through the air is your only warning before a loud ‘crack’ fills the room. You grunt as you move forward slightly to try and escape the source of the sting and the heat currently radiating from your backside. A clearing of the throat prompts you. “Two, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?”

There is a beat before the familiar sound of his cane rushing through the air can be heard and you try to relax in time for the feeling of wood hitting skin, the rush of blood and the painful throbbing sting that follows. You don’t miss it this time. “Three, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?”

The following two strikes are just as hard as the others, and you are certain you are going to have welts that will make it difficult to sit down for a few days. Each strike is followed by your count, your final one you leave out the last part of your scripted response, as per Gio’s liking. There is a semi tense silence that follows as the tears in your eyes that had started to well after the fourth strike threaten to spill over. It hurt so bad but oh so, so good.

The feeling of cool leather gently palming against the sorest part of your ass breaks you from your thoughts with a gasp, it helping settle the pain currently burning under your skin. “You did so well, piccola.” He purrs, hand slowly drifting down, moving to cup at your dripping wet heat. “I suppose a reward is in order, yes?”

Before you even have a chance to respond, you feel a leather-clad finger slowly work its way inside of you, followed by a second as he stretches you out slightly. He begins to pump his fingers inside of you, pressing up against all those sensitive spots that only Gio seemed to know how to find. His rumbling chuckle vibrates down your back from his chest when you whine as he begins to narrowly miss that one spot he had been teasing, his lips pressing against your neck as he slowly pulls out, his fingers moving to rest against your mouth.

“Clean them.” Your mouth drops at his order, sliding over the smooth material of his gloves as you suck your slick clean off of them, a mix of leather and something undeniably you dancing on your tongue as you map each groove, each divet, along the stitching and along the seams. You can feel your eyes roll back into the back of your head as you work on autopilot, going over the material covering his hand again and again until all traces of you disappears and the flavour of expensive leather grows stronger and stronger until it’s all you can taste. You are so lost in continuing to run your tongue between his fingers that you don’t feel the blunt probing of his cock against your entrance until the stretch of him filling you once more makes you realise what he’s doing. With a broken moan around his fingers, you push back until he bottoms out inside of you, filling you completely as Gio presses his body against yours with a grunt.

You wait for him to move, but the seconds keep ticking by and he’s taking. Too. Long. You press back, the slightly muffled ‘move’ leaving your lips, causing him to chuckle again, teeth nipping at your skin. “Hush now, coniglietto. Let me take care of you. You were doing so well for me, piccola, don’t ruin that now.” He warns before he gently rolls his hips, making sure you feel the drag of every inch of his length as he slowly starts to fuck you against the carpet, your small moans only growing into a slow crescendo as he picks up his speed, his hand slipping from your mouth as his glove disappears in time for his fingers to press into your hips as he pulls you back against him, nails digging in until small scratches start to appear beneath them, small praises falling from his lips, whispered gently in your ear.

You can feel a heated coil in your belly start to tighten just as his hand starts to drift down, fingers moving to play expertly with your clit. Your moans turn into grunts, your grunts turn to cries as he brings you closer and closer to that edge. You tighten around him, feeling the coil in your belly burst as warmth shudders through you, clenching around his cock as you come with a loud cry. You can barely hear his praises, his hips beginning to fall out of rhythm as he approaches his release. You feel his lips press a gentle kiss just below your collar as he spills inside of you, causing you to whimper as your body finally gives out and you collapse onto the floor with a loud ‘thud’, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion takes over your body.

When you come to, you’re back in Gio’s bed, feeling clean and warm as you lay in his arms under silk sheet, his hands tracing at your skin lightly as he lets you wake up fully. “Good morning, piccola.” He greets, amusement in his voice.

“Mornin’.” Is all you get out, voice thick with sleep as you snuggle up closer towards him, resting your chin on his chest.

“What did we learn?”

“That expensive material tears easy and that it really shows that money doesn’t equal quality?” A low growl rumbles from his chest as you move to press a kiss against his skin. “I just wanted to see how it felt to wear something like that, that’s all. And, ya know. I think I looked pretty damn good in that suit.”

“Indeed it did. Worth every cent.” He sounds almost proud.

“I’m sorry that I ruined it though, I didn’t mean to-”

“Get caught?”

“......well yes but I also didn’t mean to ruin it.”

He hums. “I could buy a hundred more if I wished, tesoro. There is no need to fret about it now. What’s done is done.”

“How much was it anyway?” You pale when he tells you the price, feeling rather than seeing his smirk, feeling his lips against the top of your head as he tells you not to worry about it. “I feel like I need to make it up to you though.” You confess, a small sound of surprise leaving your lips when he pulls you up so you’re sitting in his lap as he lays flat against the bed, a playful smile on his lips that few got to see, eyes glinting with promises of future plans you are yet to be informed of.

“I think we can think of something.”

[justsassysworld]

Five Demons and a Baby Part 3

Five Demons Part 3

Word Count: 1683

The Conglomerate x Fem!reader

Shuddering in nothing like fear, you allow them to show you back to your seat. Instead of letting you sit on your own, Gio waits for Scarabee to settle back in before handing you off. This time he pulls you onto his lap instead of right next to him.

Zhuk sits next to the two of you as the rest choose their spots. Once everyone's settled, Bee turns you to face the group, your back to his chest, your ass cradling his dick.

With all their attention turned to you, you figure they are waiting for you to say something but that is so not happening.

"Shy, chaton," Scarabee whispers against your ear, obviously enjoying your squirming. "But you were so vocal a minute ago."

You turn your head to glare at him, and he just laughs, with some of the others joining in. Pouting, you spin back and let out a sign. "I'm sorry for the snark, but you guys need to understand, I'm a bit of a sardonic asshole. It's not in my nature to play doormat, and it's not a role I'll ever willingly take."

Taking your hand, Zhuk draws your attention. "That is not our intention, zaika. No self respecting man wants a doormat, but we are all dominant men in our own rights, and we will not allow one of our own to come to harm."

"But-"

Gio interrupts you, "Make no mistake, topolina, you are ours, if not as a partner, as a member of the family."

A special warmth spreads through your chest. These men are trusting you, a person they don't know, a person who could be lying about the paternity, but they never doubted you. You were truly starting to believe the rumors of their evilness was drastically exaggerated.

"Thank you for saying that," you say after taking a moment to compose yourself. "What exactly do you mean by wooing? Will they just be dates? Sex? I need to know what to expect."

Chuckles surround you, Scarabee's rumbling against your backs; it would seem they weren't expecting such a blunt question.

"Oh gatita," Bajo sighs, "I for one must say how much I love your forthright nature."

Scarabee lets out a growl and you're confused until he bites out, "She is not your gatita, she is my chaton, pick something else."

"Seriously, amigo?" the Spaniard complains. "What can I call her then?"

"Not mouse.

"Not bunny." Zhuk and Gio say at the same time, making you roll your eyes.

"Fine, is paloma acceptable?" he asks, mainly to Cia.

"Don't fret, a chroi," Cia replies, sending him a wink. "I haven't yet thought of my name for our bonnie less."

Part of you wonders why they can't just call you by your name, while another loves how you feel when they use those pet names. Still, you need answers.

"Now that we have that sorted, could you please answer my question?" you cajole.

"Which one? About the dates or about sex?" Cia smirks. "If ya need a lesson in sex, I'll gladly volunteer, but considering your condition, I'm not sure how much I can teach ya." Yours are not the only eyes rolling.

Before any more jokes can be bandied around, Zhuk draws your attention, "Zaika, we are trying to woo you, you will decide what will happen, sex or no sex."

"I know what I'm voting for," Bajo murmurs, sending you a heated look.

"Now, if that's settled," Gio draws your attention by standing. "I need to get her vitamins ready, she needs to eat, and someone needs to help get her settled."

Seeming to agree, the others stand, even Scarabee, with you in his arms. You squirm to be let down, but he pays you no mind.

Gio quickly exits, but none of the others make a move, not even the man who still isn't letting you down. They start walking and speaking in some language you don't understand. Giving up on escape, you content yourself with mapping out this place, if the need for escape should arise. Of course all the damn doors are closed so you can't actually take stock of the rooms around you.

Huffing out a disappointed sigh, you pout from the cradle of the Cajuns arms, wanting to get where ever you're going so you can get some control back, or at least the option of moving on your own.

Finally you enter a new space, but it's not what you were expecting. It's far from the simple sleeping space you'd envisioned. The scene from the second Princess Diaries movie pops into your mind. Quite honestly, this suite is bigger than your apartment. Your mind is having issues comprehending how the luxury of the space is mixing with your stuff. Simple earth tones counter rich woods, while your more bright colors manage to blend without clashing too much.

Bajo and Cia make their way to the kitchenette, while Zhuk peruses your humble library, and Scarabee settles onto an over stuffed sofa, you in his lap. You watch how the others move about the space, trying to learn what you can about the mixed group without asking any questions.

The pair in the kitchen seem to dance as they work, letting you see their love; they flirt with their smiles, call each other ridiculously cute nick names, and even kiss once or twice. You catch the burly Russian casting longing glances their way, though you can't tell if it's because he wants to join them, or he just wants what they have. When he's not peering at them, he's checking out your small movie collection, obviously caught of guard by some of your selections.

"Well, cher," Scarabee suddenly whispers against your ear. "Ya learnin' anythin'?"

Biting your lip at getting caught, you turn your head slightly to see him. "Maybe, a little."

"Ah, don't leave me in suspense, tell me, mon petite chaton," he demands against your flesh.

"Well," you hedge, wanting time to fight your body's reaction, not that it'll do you any good with their sense of smell. "While you all seem very close, may haps even sexually, Cia and Bajo seem extra close. I'd even say they look like they're in love. I would say Zhuk is the quietest of you, and while some might think it would suggest a more submissive nature, I get the feeling he has more dominance in his little finger then a lot of doms have in their whole body, there's also a loneliness in his eyes. You and Gio seem to be cut from the same cloth, but he's got something hiding beneath the surface. I can't tell what's different between the two of you, but I think you are a bit extroverted to his introvert."

Looking into his eyes, you add, "Your power seems to surround you, where his comes from inside."

His gaze bores into you for a good while and you realize you don't hear anything coming from the rest of the room. Checking the others, you see they are also staring at you.

"What?" you ask, turning back to Scarabee. His palm cups your cheek as he stares at you in wonder.

"Cher, you surprise me," he whispers, drawing you in for a quick kiss.

"How?" Zhuk asks from behind you. You look behind you and see all of them, even Gio, who is standing in the doorway, watching you in shocked amazement.

Fear has you frozen. There is absolutely no way you're going to tell them the truth, that you've read so much fan fiction you've gotten really good at reading people. Nope, that's not something you'll ever admit to. "Uhh," you stall. "I read."

Before they can question you further, you ask, "What's for lunch?"

You get some glares, but Cia is smiling while he brings you a bowl of simple chicken noodle soup. Scarabee carries you to the table, setting you in one of the chairs. Gio hands you a couple of pills as Bajo sets down a glass of water. They each take a seat as the rest of the food is served.

Looking at the pills, you ask," Gio, are these prescription prenatals?"

"Yes, topolina," he replies, taking a bite of his soup.

"How?" confusion stains your voice. "There's no way you could get a prescription this fast."

He flashes you a cocky grin. "Is that so?"

You're about to snap back when strong hands trail down your arms, moving you hands to the table. "Please, a chuid, eat."

Biting your lip, you look up to see Cia staring down at you, concern and kindness swimming in the depths of his eyes. Not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly take a bite of the surprisingly delicious soup before swallowing your pills. Smiling, he moves to his own seat and starts eating.

The sounds of people eating fills the space until Zhuk says, "So, zaika, tell us all about you."

You do just that with a smile, answering every question they send your way. Favorite color, book, movie, and television show, your childhood, family and friends, and all of your dreams, you answer it all, but get very little info in return.

Finally tiring of the sound of your own voice, you ask, "Haven't you heard enough? When do I get to learn more abut you?"

Chuckles are your answer. "My dear, Zaika, we will each tell you all you wish to know, and more, in turn. I will be taking my day with you tomorrow, Gio will follow me, Bajo and Cia will share their days, and Bee will finish us up. Will this work for you?"

Mulling it over, you smile and nod. "Yes, I think I can live with that."

Various pleased looks answer, before the questions begin again. You're tempted to roll your eyes, but there is something so damn sweet about the curiosity of these mysterious men. As much as you don't understand how they can still have things to ask, you guess you'll have just as many when your turn rolls around.

@doyahearthatsound-after-dark,  @1-rosewiththorns

[beetlebitchywitch]

A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT

So! In light of our recent events with the pandemic, and the fact that I’m moving out of my parent’s house in August and moving onto grad school and independence and all that, I have decided to take fanfiction requests by commission! I know not everyone is super comfy with fanfic commissions, but I figure if fan artists can do it, why not writers, you know? Anything to get some money in my savings account in preparation for my coming independence. Obviously if you’re not comfortable with it, you don’t have to commission me. I will still be posting works of my own accord not purchased by anyone, so it’s not like you’ll only have access to my writing if you pay for it. This is only if you want a specific request.

Here’s how this will work:

If you would like to commission me, please D/M me rather than send me an ask so we can have a conversation about exactly what you want and we can discuss payment methods.

Something VERY important: I WILL NOT BE TAKING COMMISSIONS FOR BEETLEJUICE OR DEWEY FINN. I really don’t want to run the risk of you or me getting sued. I will only be using original characters, even if they are based off of existing characters, such as the dons based off Beetlejuice, since they’ve kinda taken on a life of their own. As such, here are the characters you can request: Any don from The Conglomerate, the Beetlejuice Mafia AU (Ciarog, Escarabajo, Zhuk, Scarafaggio, Scarabee), and any of @yankyo’s Beetlejuice clones (Bee, Jay, Chamie, Jazz, Lex, Cici, Wasp, Ren). An AU variation of these characters is also acceptable, such as Pirate!Zhuk, etc etc.

Since I’m not doing commissions for them, you can still send in requests for Beej and Dewey for free! Though I’ll encourage you to donate to Black Lives Matter if you’re able!

You can request for the characters x reader, a character x another character (in the case of Cia and Bajo, for example), or a nonromantic story of any kind.

I’m willing to write fluff, smut, and violence to some degree. My boundaries are flexible, so feel free to come to me with almost any request as long as you’re willing to let me tell you no if it makes me uncomfortable.

Some things, however, are off limits: pedophilic relationships, explicit non-con, and incredibly graphic violence are things I’m not comfortable writing

Whether or not I post the commissioned stories publicly will be up to the commissioner, which can be discussed in DMs.

I plan on charging 1 cent per word. So, a 1,000 word fic will cost you $10, a 2,000 word fic will cost you $20, etc etc. If you don’t have a specific word count you’d like, giving me the most you’re willing to pay for the story in question will be just fine, though I will try to be as concise as possible so I don’t bleed anyone dry.

I’m so thankful for all the support I’ve gotten for my writing and I hope to hear from some of y’all soon!

[realmonsterboyhours]

are you still taking requests for the dons? if so, how would they react to an s/o who (at the beginning of the relationship) cuddles a pillow whenever they sleep or nap because their s/o is touch starved? i tend to cuddle my pillow a lot and honestly i’m just craving for that affection haha

The Dons with a touch starved s/o HCs:

Good question my sweetest little bean <3

Zhuk:

He'll be the first to admit that he was utterly smitten seeing you curled up to a pillow.

He'll wonder what you're dreaming about, he'll wonder if that's what you look like holding onto him, and his heart just melts.

If he can't pry you from the pillows he will get more pillows for his bed that he swears are "totally unrelated".

We all know it's because he wants you to feel like you're holding onto his massive body, especially when he's away on mafia business.

He'll even leave you a sweater to wrap around the pillows and have his scent all over them for you. It's not perfect, but sometimes it does feel like he's laying beside you.

He has absolutely accidentally woken you up in his bed trying to replace the pillows with himself. He tries to be sneaky, but he's too big to do that.

If you ask him to come lay down with you while he is home he typically will put everything down to take a nap with you. He'll hold you in his massive arms and you feel impossibly safe wrapped up in your own giant monolithic teddy bear grip.

He has no need for sleeping outside of pleasure, but there are few things this man loves more than sleeping, so naps are absolutely one of his love languages.

Scarafaggio:

He wasn't sure what to think at first. You obviously craved physical attention, but being curled up to the pillow when he would come to lay down with you or check in on you confused him. Why would you not simply come curl up in his arms?

He makes it evident that he will spend time with you if asked. He's a bit more difficult than the other dons to get time with simply because he has a far harder time understanding human emotions since he had never been human.

He's trying, he really is.

When he notices you stirring in your sleep one night he'll gently take you into his arms away from the pillow and he'll stroke along your back and your hair.

When you settle down he realizes you really just want to feel his touch. It clicks.

From there he's on a regular schedule with you. Whenever you come to bed he will head to bed with you, gather you into his arms, and he will spend hours just showering you with affection.

Outside of the bedroom he finds himself touching you whenever he can find the chance. Passing by you in the kitchen with his hand brushing along your shoulders, gathering you into his lap when he smokes a cigar in the smoking lounge, holding your hand just to kiss it.

Scarabee:

He'll be the first to admit that he was the last to notice. Scarabee is woefully aloof, especially at night. His nightmares keep him awake almost constantly, so he's almost never in bed.

Never fear, this man is a king of touch.

Once he figures out what was going on after likely being told by the dons, he is going to spoil you with it.

We often talk of Scarabee's love language being massages/aftercare, so he'll make a habit of giving you a super relaxing massage right before you go to bed.

When he realizes that you hold onto him at night his nightmares slowly fade he'll probably be almost clingy. He can finally get the sleep he wants to have desperately but only if you're in his arms, or if he's even in yours.

I like to lowkey think that Scarabee secretly loves being a little spoon. Your breath on his neck or your nose nestled into his back or the way he can feel your heartbeat patter against his back is all so comforting it knocks him out fast just being held himself.

If he's going away on business he will absolutely leave a clone for you to hold or be held by. He finds out which one you like best and he'll leave that one.

There have also been many times you woke up, curled up to a pillow with his massive jacket just draped over you.

Ciaróg:

Likely most empathetic of the dons, he knows right away what I going on. The second he sees you curled up to that pillow he's sneaking into bed beside you, and doing whatever he can to either replace the pillow with his own body.

He just sorta knows when you feel like you need cuddles, without even saying anything. He'll be sitting with you in the smoking lounge and he'll just beckon you over, or go find you depending if you're in there with them or not.

Surprisingly the strongest physically of all the dons, he's quick to pull you into his big arms, and keep you locked in place with him.

He is thankfully one of the more affectionate dons, even outside of the bedroom. He has no issues displaying his affection for you in front of others.

He often enjoys you curled up to his chest on his lap during those nights when the others gather in the smoking lounge.

His lips always curl into the fondest smile when he sees you head his way for affection. He feels so loved and adored every time you come to him for affection.

I also like to think he was likely the first one to bring out all his clones for a giant cuddle puddle.

And the best part about cuddling a married man?

Escarabajo:

The best part is that you often get the both of them.

Touch, and acts of service are this don's love languages.

You thought you were going to cuddle pillows? Instead of him??? Not happening, not on his watch at least.

It's like a disturbance in the force, he can just feel when your arms wrap around a pillow and he's by your side in an instant, prying it from your arms and replacing it with his own body. He loves a good nap date.

He doesn't sleep in very late, his garden is a lot nicer to tend to when it isn't blazing hot outside so he likes to get up early to deal with it, so if you've spent the night alone with him he more than often will take you to his husband's room in the morning to let you curl up with him instead, Cia of course, melts and promises to keep you safe before he also falls asleep holding onto you.

It's also very common for not only Bajo to show up for naps, but Cia as well. The benefit of dating a polyamorous couple is that they adore sandwiching you between themselves. Being wrapped in 360 degrees of mafia don sure can be nice.

On his own Bajo is utterly shameless when it comes to touching. He touches you so much that it is nearly annoying. He's always seeming to try and get your attention, it's like having the world's cuddliest puppy.

He'll drape across your lap, he'll default to pulling you into his, he'll have his arms wrapped around you every chance he gets, he'll kiss you wherever he can reach. Be careful, he does bite, and those silver fangs are no joke.

He's very serious about cuddles, he will absolutely demand a scheduled cuddle time for the two (or three) of you on a regular basis.

[realmonsterboyhours]

dons with an s/o who has a resting bitch face, but in actuality is a big sweetheart?

Dons with an s/o with RBF HCs.

Oh as a woman with RBF but a sweet (mostly) personality I feel this one! It's a bit shorter though.

Zhuk

This man. He swears that something is wrong even when you're great.

He is a hypocrite because he also has RBF like a motherfucker.

You try bringing this up and he'll very plainly say "This is just my face"

When it happens he tends to sit you down and ask what's wrong. Eventually he'll learn that this just happens for you and that your face naturally rests like that.

It makes your smile so much better when he does see it.

Gio

He thinks he's done something to upset you.

He doesn't understand human emotion well, but when you physically look upset and tell him in a sweet voice that you aren't he realizes he understands humans even less than he thought.

He's bringing you some of your favorite small things here and there just to make sure you aren't upset.

He may in the future be a bit unsure of when you're actually upset and may not ask as a result. It's not that he doesn't care, he just can't tell the difference between your face normally and when you're actually upset.

Scarabee

This man straight up doesn't notice.

No for real.

He also has RBF so he just knows you are genuinely so sweet and loving and that he adores your face.

The first time the other dons mention it would be the first time he even remotely notices and even then he still just thinks it's completely natural.

He does, however, begin checking in on your mood and health a bit more often from then on.

Cia

He's empathetic as fuck.

He can tell a rancid vibe from a million miles away and when he sees that face but doesn't feel those same normal feelings when someone is upset it throws him for a loop.

He'll ask you in the gentlest way possible how you're feeling. He's the most likely to ask a few times, even if it gets upsetting after a while.

He just has to know if you're okay so he can fix it if you aren't for some reason.

His goal from then on is to always have you smiling or laughing from jokes just so he knows for sure.

Bajo

He doesn't get it at all

He thinks instantly that he did something wrong, especially if you are only around him.

He doesn't mention it or bring it up but you do notice him bringing you small gifts, or little signs of affection that are uncharacteristically gentle and sheepish for him.

When you finally ask him he sorta quietly says he thought you were mad at him and he didn't know why.

When he finds out it's just how your face naturally sits he is so relieved and can't stop showering you in affection when he knows that you aren't upset.

[realmonsterboyhours]

Hello lovely!!! Can I ask if you have some HC about Gio and a reader who really likes to eat? kinda eats a lot of EVERYTHING Your work is adorable 💜💜💜💜

Heya darling, sorry about the wait! HCs and requests had to take a back burner while life got a little too much! But I figured I could try and bang out some smaller ones if I have the mental capacity tonight.

Warnings: Talk of eating, could be potentially triggering.

Gio with an s/o who likes eating HCs

Firstly, Gio adores how much you like trying new foods. He's excited to try out new recipes and really test his culinary skills when he finds out that you like everything.

He spends hours preparing the best foods you can imagine. He is a total snob about making things from scratch, especially traditional Italian dishes.

He spends a lot of time experimenting with dishes from different cultures and makes sure to get you your favorite dishes whenever you want.

It's also not uncommon to spend the day in the city or across the world on shopping sprees with this don. As such, it's fairly common to end up at restaurants through out the world for fully authentic cuisines.

The hard part about Gio is that he always emphasizes healthy foods. He never means it negatively, it just ties in with his stunted emotional comprehension.

When he tells you he wants you to eat healthy it isn't negative. He simply wishes to keep you healthy to keep you around as long as he can possibly have you. He wants you healthy physically, and mentally which he knows is often times a result of proper lifestyle habits.

He knows when to fold though, if you truly don't want his advice or opinions he can drop it and will simply bask in the joy of seeing you look so happy when you get a delicious bite of his food.

At the end of the day, gift giving is sort of his love language and giving you the gift of great food is the best gift he could ever get back.

[justsassysworld]

Five Demons and a Baby Part 2

Five Demons and a Baby Part 2

Word Count:2239

The Conglomerate x Fem!reader

Waking, you know instantly that something's wrong. While the bed at your back is without a doubt the most comfortable surface you've ever laid on, it definitely isn't yours. Also, you feel someone, or something, rubbing all over your stomach.

Groaning, you try to bat at the feeling, but a hand clutches your wrist. You growl and try to use the other hand, but find it similarly detained. Grumbling grumpily, you crack your eyes, shutting them quickly, unable to make sense of what you saw. On one side sits Scarabee, scowling at the other man. The other man who is also holding your hand and dragging a strange wand across your stomach, dragging it over some...goo.

Shaking your head, you try again, slowly blinking your eyes open to see...exactly what you thought you saw. Though you also see their attention caught on a small screen, with an unusual whomping sound coming from it.

You draw in a shocked gasp. That indistinguishable blob is you baby, or is it that other light bit? Well, wherever they are, your baby's in there, heartbeat loud and strong.

“Well, Gio,” Scarabee asks, “what is it?”

Confusion, and drowsiness, has you saying, “It's way too early to tell the sex, we still have months before we can find that out.”

He ignores you, remaining focused on his friend.

His friend, Gio you assume, takes pity on you however. “True enough, it is too early to determine sex, but that is not what we are looking at now.”

“What are you looking at then?”

“He's seein' if the bebe is something you could survive havin', chaton,” Scarabee answers, his warm Cajun twang soothing the fear his words inspire.

Before your panic can start setting in, Gio draws your attention. “Breathe, piccola. Everything I see is completely normal. No Rosemary's baby for you.”

“Really?” you sigh out on a relieved giggle, his joke helping immensely, even with his dry tone. “Can you show me?”

While his dour continence is less than reassuring, he has a quiet confidence that keeps you from panicking. With a small nod, he says, “Of course.”

He drags the wand across your belly before stopping to adjust the ultra sound. Getting it where he wanted, he started pointing out parts of the small body, but your gaze caught and stuck. Carefully leaning forward, you brush your finger over their little face.

“Oh,” you gasp out, tears burning your eyes. “They're real.”

Knowing and seeing are two very different things. You hadn't doubted the multiple pregnancy tests, that much, but to see your baby for the first time is far more emotional than could you have ever expected. Which would explain why you don't notice as the three other men from your apartment enter the room.    

Wanting to see Scarabee's reaction, you're shocked to see the crowd of supposedly evil, dangerous men standing behind him, each staring at the screen in wonder.

You gasp in shock and hear your heartbeat speed up on the monitor. This catches their attention.

Four sets of eyes turn to you, Gio fiddling with the machine.

Your mouth opens and shuts, wanting to say something, but not knowing what. Before you can say anything, Gio's up, handing out what looks like little polaroids. Knowing what you'll see, you watch the men's expressions, curious of their thoughts.

The one in the brown vest and shirt with sleeves rolled up is wearing the largest grin you've ever seen, though his eyes do flash before moving to your not yet showing belly. Next to him the tall one has a small smile, eyes crinkled. You see the twinkle of silver in the smile of the last man standing. Catching you looking, he sends you a wink.

Finally, you turn to Scarabee, his breath coming shallow and quick, eyes glowing, though not in the unnatural way they had the night before. It almost looks like he's about to cry. He closes his eyes before letting out a breath. Opening them again, he catches you staring.

“I gotta do some research, but I'll get you some potions for the two of ya within a week,” he says, standing and moving toward the door.

“Potions?” your voice blends with four others, making you giggle.

A hand rests on your shoulder and you turn your head to see Gio scowling at him. Something about that glare getting to you. Biting your lip, you try to hold in your blush.

Before you can question further, he beats you to the punch. "She is not taking any of your hoodoo nonsense. I will get her set up on some prenatals.”

“Human vitamins?” Scarabee growls in confusion. “I don't think so.”

As those two begin to argue over your head, the man with the bun and the vest motions for you to keep quiet and follow him. Glancing at the bickering pair, you decide to go for it. You throw your legs over the side of the bed and stand. The one who winked at you holds out his hand.

Looking back one more time, you bite your lip. Slowly facing the three strangers, you nod your head and take the offered hand.

He flashes you a brief, blinding smile before yanking you from the room. You race through the hall, before he pulls you into a new room. The others follow at a more sedate pace, the tallest pulling the door closed behind him.

It's a beautiful room, though you as far more focused on the beauty of your companions.

The man holding your hand brings it up to his lips, maintaining eye contact. “Hola, gatita. My name is Escarabajo, you may call me Bajo. I'm sure an enchanting creature such as your self must have an equally enchanting name, would you whisper it in my ear?”

Before you can giggle out your response, one of the others pulls your hand away, stealing a kiss for himself.

“Quite hoggin' her, lover,” he mumbles against your hand. “ the name's Ciarog, or Cia. Do you have a name, or shall I just call ya Heaven?”

You're once again cut off when the last man shakes his head, shoves Cia away and motions for you to have a seat in the luxurious leather chair.

As you settle in, he tells you, “I am Zhuk. I apologize for my comrades actions.”

“It's fine,” you reply, before finally managing to tell them your name, “It's nice to meet you.”

Bajo and Cia take a seat on either side of you, seemingly trying to out flirt each other, and to draw you in. Zhuk shakes his head before settling into a chair across the way. As they start getting louder and more crazy, you bite your lip, fighting your laughter.

Just as your about to break and let out a guffaw, a loud roar shakes the room.

Terror seizes you. You think of standing, but none of the others even react, as if they're used to such disturbances.

The door bangs open, reminding you of last night. Scarabee storms in, Gio close behind.

“Bee, mate,” Cia says without looking up. “We've been gettin' to know your baby mama. D'ya know where we're puttin' her?”

Not liking how he phrased that,implying a lack of autonomy on your part. You're about to let them have it, but they beat you to the punch, each man declaring that he knows best.

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you stand, crossing your arms over your chest. Who do these assholes think they are? Deciding what's best for me and my baby. They don't even know me.

You march over to the door, hell bent on finding your shit and getting the hell out of there. Just as you yank the door open, it's slammed shut, shadows encumbering you once again.

Frustrated, you wheel back around to find they've stopped fighting each other and all focused on one thing: you.

Squaring your shoulders, you glare back at them, refusing to be cowed. Even if you are still wearing your pajamas and power is pouring off them in waves. Who cares if the dominant gleam in all their eyes is doing something interesting to your belly, and nipples, and...other parts? You're a strong woman who will stand up for herself, even if your body is begging to curl up in any of their strong arms.

I will not let them win, you tell yourself, even as you catch Cia licking his lips and Bajo flashing his fangs in a uniquely alluring manner.

No surrender, you remind yourself as Zhuk draws in a deep breath, making his already massive chest expand to breath catching results.

No, your inner voice weakly protests as you notice Gio's ringed fingers, his thick, masculine fingers that are clenching against his cane. The things he could do to you with those fingers and that cane.

There is no more protesting voice as you catch sight of Scarabee's rapidly swelling pants, your mind no longer able to comprehend anything else.

As you focused on them, your arms dropped and you took on a glazed expression. Your change in demeanor does not go unnoticed, though you miss their shared wicked glances as they come to a silent agreement.

Scarabee steps forward, breaking through a bit of your stupor. You watch as he prowls toward you, leaving you feeling like a helpless bunny, unable to run from the wolves' awaiting fangs.

His cool fingers dance along your jaw, dragging your gaze up to his mismatched one. “Come sit back down and we'll discuss our plans.”

Unable to resist his his southern charms, you let him lead you over to a small love seat. He helps you settle in, taken the seat next to you while the others find places of their own.

Assured that you're comfortable, and not going anywhere, he begins talking. “Mon petite chaton, I know many things have been changin' for you lately, and that you don't like us forcin' more on you, but with the bebe and yourself at risk, we cannot let you leave here. At least, not without one of us accompanyin' you.”

“We? Us?” you ask. “I can understand you going all domineering, but what does that have to do with the rest of them?”

Chuckling darkly, he grabs your hips and hoists you onto his lap, fingers trapping you on his lap. “Oh cherie, do you not remember the things I said that night? Do you think I don't remember how your pulse jumped and your body clenched when I told you about my friends and how I longed to share you with them? Even now the flavor of your arousal is filling the air.” He pulls you even closer, smirking as your breath comes in pants, your fingers digging into his chest.

“Now that you've seen them, can't you just picture it? One of us inside your tight pussy, another buried deep in your ass, one in your sweet mouth, eating you out, playing with your tits, so many possibilities. Between the five of us we can make all your wildest dreams come true.”

“Ah!” you squeak. You had forgotten how good he was at dirty talk, how hot he had gotten you with just a few simple words. Now you can't stop fantasizing. So many positions, so many combinations, even more if any of them swing towards bi.

“Here's what we're gonna do,” his voice drawing you back to the moment. “You will take the rest of the day to unpack and settle in, then we will each take a day to get to know you, for you to get to know us. Once you get a feel for us individually, we'll spend a day together, all of us. After that you'll have a day to decide.”

“Decide what?”

“What you want us to be. If you can see yourself bein' with us, if you could give yourself to us.”

That is not what you were expecting. Taking a minute to sort your thoughts, you bite your lip and play with his collar. Finally you ask, “And if I decide 'no'?”

Scarabee looks to the others and so do you. You see their answers written in their eyes, letting your mind calm.

“We will respect your wishes, of course.”

You relax, a grateful smile threatening, then he adds, “But you will still be stayin' here.”

“What? Shouldn't I get a say?”

“No!” comes the resounding reply from the whole room.

Arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you up and finding you surrounded on all sides. “I was not kidding, cher. It is far too dangerous out there for you.”

“Don't you mean 'for the baby'?” you snark, hating that they aren't giving a say in your own damn life.

Your head is suddenly yanked back, a firm hand coiled in your hair. “Careful, topolina,” the voice you recognize as Gio's growls in your ear. “We all know you're going through a difficult time, but that does not excuse disrespect.” His breath beats against your cheek. “If I catch you using that tone again, there will be punishment.”

His threat sends an unknown thrill through you, one you will never, ever, ever admit to. So biting your lip to hold back a moan, you simply nod.

“Good girl.”