#zhuk’s clones

[monsterlovinghours]

when you find the time for requests, could you do headcanons for how the dons would help their s/o who is exhausted mentally and physically?

what a coincidence that I am also exhausted mentally and physically

-Whatever is exhausting you, whether it's work, or socializing, or family drama, they'll remove you from it as much as they can. Each has their own idea on what would best relax and recharge you, and you're free to take your pick (or choose all of them if you like!).

-Gio is going to take you to all the nicest, must luxurious spas all around the world. He's going to make sure every ache in your body is soothed, and some excellent food and wine along the way will also surely nourish your soul as well as your body. He'll spend weeks showering you with praise, lavishing you with gifts, and making sure you're pampered and spoiled every second.

-Cia is getting you drunk. You have free reign of his tavern; whatever you want to drink, it's yours. In addition, Bajo and Cia would take you glamping, if some time spent in nature would help you. Cia's a pro at living outdoors, and Bajo will set up this beautiful tent inside one of those plastic bubbles with soft mats to lie on, absolutely swimming in blankets and pillows and plushies, surrounded by his sweetest-smelling roses.

-Speaking of Bajo, when he sees how tired and run down you are, makes it his mission to get you as comfortable and relaxed as he can. He'll install a nap pit the size of a standard living room that's basically a gigantic bed sunk into the floor, and would you look at that, there's little cubbies to stash snacks and books in and even a mini fridge for drinks. If you want, you could spend days snuggled up in that thing, sleeping as much as you want and cuddling with as many clones as you can handle.

-Scarabee is taking you to a rage room to get all your frustration out, and hopefully some wanton destruction will get your endorphins up. He'll treat you to a night on the town in one of his casinos, rig the games so you get that rush from winning (its money he'd probably spend on you anyway), and cap off the night with an elaborate dinner he made himself, enjoyed out on the boat deck under the stars.

-Zhuk owns like, two dozen luxury resorts, you have free use of them anytime you please. But aside from that, he'll bring you to animal rescues and shelters for dog/cat therapy. You want to spend an afternoon playing with puppies? He's got you. Want to adopt a new cat to take home and cuddle with? Already done.

-Saft will take you for a roadtrip through gorgeous countrysides on his motorcycle, or in a car if you're not comfortable with bikes. Maybe some time away in an unfamiliar place is what you need, no worrying about being places on time or following specific routes. You're just going where the winds take you.

-Bjalla is going to take you on a luxury shopping spree. This will be the most indulgent retail therapy you've ever taken part in. Bespoke outfits, gowns or suits for formal occasions, jewelry and accessories you'd never dreamed of. They'll make you feel like royalty.

-Mozzie is going to indulge any daredevil/impulsive ideas you have. You wanna go get that tattoo you've been dreaming of? Say less, let's go. You wanna sneak into the art museum after hours and look at paintings without the crowds? He can get into the security system and make sure you're not caught. Skydiving? Bungee jumping? Zip lining? He's right behind you. Also definitely has the hookups for some great shit if you wanna get high--I mean, all of the dons do, really, but Mozzie will let you try the Netherworld stuff none of the others will let you touch. Under his supervision, of course.

[yankyo]

Kto yest’kto

Warning: you get fucked by the Russian clones 

   You knew why you suddenly had this array of bodyguards, despite your insistence that you didn’t need them. Zhuk was a worrywart and after the last attempt on your life by one of his enemies, your protests had gone largely ignored as he summoned a minute army of look-alikes to protect you when he had to go on his business trips. If it weren’t for the still healing scar on your side from a stray bullet, you might’ve fought harder, but you also couldn’t deny that having them there made you feel less lonely when Zhuk had to be gone for an extended period of time. And their striking resemblance to the man you called Muzh made it all the better. Each one was different, and while they looked like Zhuk, they had their own distinct personalities that you were rapidly beginning to find endearing.

   That day, you were busy in the kitchen, trying to make enough food for your eight companions with a chatty helper at your side. He had introduced himself as Pchelka and once you learned that his name translated to bee, you couldn’t agree more. He flitted from task to task with glee, talking all the while, his voice a soft, pleasant hum as he made sure everything was prepped and ready to be passed on to you. He was as sweet as honey, and when you spoke up to tell him that, he flushed a gentle pink every single time. You took to dropping compliments without warning just to see him flush and vibrate happily - truly he could not get more adorable.

   “Taste!” He held out a spoonful of icing, you inspected it for a moment before you leaned in and ran your tongue through the confection, letting out a soft, pleased hum.

   “Very good! I think we only had a few more minutes til the cupcakes come out of the oven.” At the sound of ‘cupcakes’ another head poked its way into the kitchen, spiky hair flashing happily at the prospect of sweets.

   “Almost done?” Oh. Oh dear, what was this clone’s name again?

   “We have to let the cupcakes cool before we put the icing on, Soyka.” You guessed the name and your heart sank as the clone’s smile fell from his face.

   “Khame.” He corrected, a flash of purple shooting through his hair. Shit. The guilt that rocketed through you had you turning on your heel to approach him, apologizing profusely.

   “Khame, right! I’m sorry!” In hindsight, only Khame had a collar around his neck and his hair was a lot spikier than Soyka’s. “Come here,” You held your arms open for him, and though his ears were drooping sadly, he approached you and leaned in to rest his head on your shoulder as you hugged him. “I’m really sorry, I’m still learning everyone’s name.” It wasn’t an excuse and didn’t make you feel any less guilty. “Why don’t you stay here with us, I’ll let you try the first cupcake!” Your bribe was taken with exuberance, green and pink returning to his hair. Better, much better. But by the counter, Pchelka was looking at Khame with thinly veiled envy as the clone nuzzled up against you, his purr strong enough to shake both of you. Oh goodness, you give one clone attention for just a moment and the others got so sulky, it would be more annoying if they weren’t so gosh darned cute - and if you didn’t realize just how touch starved each clone must be. “Come on in, Pchela,” you crooned and he wasted absolutely no time in closing the distance and joining his fellow clone in the hug. You might’ve stood there with the purring clones forever, but before long, the oven dinged and Khame was practically pressed against it, eager for his treat.

   While you pulled back to grab the oven mitts, Pchelka was at the oven to pull out the tray of cupcake with his bare hands, seemingly unaware of the way his flesh began to boil in response, Your shriek, however, seemed to startle him enough to drop the tray on the counter. You rushed forwards to check on his hands, wincing at the sight of the clearly burned flesh. “Pchelka!” You scolded, and though the clone was much taller than you were, he shrank back at your tone. “Khame, I’m going to take him down to Ren, watch over the cupcakes for me. You can only have one.” He gave an obedient nod and salute, which you rewarded with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, make sure the others don’t eat them before dinner, ok?” And with that, you left the pink haired clone to his duty while you all but dragged a droopy Pchelka behind you. “I know you can’t feel it, but you can’t just grab stuff from the oven like that!” You lectured as you walked, the curly haired clone didn’t respond, but when you turned your head to look back at him, he gave a small nod, clearly just upset with himself. Your heart clenched at the sight, but you didn’t back down just yet. Your biggest rule was for them not to hurt themselves unnecessarily. It was bad enough that they were more than ok with the idea of getting hurt to protect you, it was bad enough that each clone held scars just like their boss, you weren’t just going to sit back and watch them hurt themselves any more.

   Ren had set up shop in the typically unused med bay, being one of the only clones able to tell what everything did. He was one of the easiest clones to tell simply because he looked exactly like your Zhuk, the only difference was that his expression was softer and more relaxed than your stern faced lover. Though as you told him what Pchelka had done, his scowl was identical to Zhuk’s, so much so that even the much taller clone at your side winced at the sight of him.

   “Durak, pytayas’ proizvesti na nikh vpechatleniye snova?” Your lessons in Russian were slow going, but you knew a scolding when you heard one.

    "Mne zhal'. YA prosto khotel proizvesti na nikh vpechatleniye, ya ne dumal." His head hung low, his ears drooping even lower as Ren tsked softly.

    “I’ve got this idiot, go. Finish what you were doing.” His tone held no room for argument and you really did need to make sure Khame was following instructions and not inhaling all of the cupcakes. And while you were cooking a hearty stew, you didn’t want to leave it cooking without supervision for too long.

    “I’ll see you both at dinner?” They both gave a nod, and since Pchelka looked just too pitiful sitting there, you couldn’t help but step in to give him a kiss on the cheek before turning and doing the same to Ren before you left the clones, not seeing them both slowly turn pink.

    The hallway was almost silent, save for the sound of piano coming from the smoke room. You wracked your brain for the name, not wanting to get it wrong this time. Dzhaz? Right? There was only one clone with that amount of musical talent after all, that you had learned after hearing the beautiful melodies echoing off of previously silent walls. Piano, trumpet, harp, truly, any instrument that fell into his hands he seemed to be able to play with relative ease. You knew you should hurry to the kitchen, but instead you peeked your head into the smoke room to see the clone sitting at the piano, his fingers almost flying over the keys as he played an intricate melody.

    “tebe chto-to nuzhno, pevchaya ptitsa?" He didn’t even look up, didn’t pause in his playing. You hoped you were pronouncing this right with all of your heart,

    “Hey, Dzhaz, I don’t need anything, I just heard the music and got curious.” He finally looked back at you, a soft smile on his face as he gestured for you to come forwards and sit on the bench with him.

    “Where is your guard?” He asked, glancing behind you as if searching for Pchelka. It wasn’t an odd reaction, ever since they had been called out, Pchelka had been a constant presence at your side, even crawling into bed besides you at night to keep you company until you fell asleep.

    “on s Ren, pridurok poranilsya, pomogaya im ispech'.” The voice from behind you made you jolt, but it was just another clone, their name escaped you. They were taller, but it clearly wasn’t Khame. Soyka? Zekon? Cici? Almost as if they could sense your brain going haywire, they leaned forwards in a little half bow, extending their hand out to you to take. “Cici,” They introduced themself, a small grin curling at your lips as your cheeks burned with color. “Pchela slishkom sil'no tebya monopoliziruyet, ne tak li, Dzhaz? My by uzhe sozhgli nashi imena v vashem mozgu, yesli by oni ne byli dlya vashey storozhevoy sobaki." Though you couldn’t understand exactly what they were saying, something about their sultry purr made your blush all the darker.

    “Vy dumayete, yesli by my zastavili ikh krichat' nashi imena dostatochno raz, oni by pomnili?" They had you just about cornered, Dzhaz’s hand falling from the piano to wrap around your waist and pull you in ever closer to his body, Cici leaning over the both of you, his arms resting against the piano to fully cage you in. “Are you scared, little bird?” Dzhaz’s melodious voice in your ear came with a rush of heat, oh... this was new. Sure, you would give chaste kisses here and there and you slept the past few nights cuddling Pchelka, but this was something entirely different. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that they would be attracted to you in that sense. But in that moment, all you could think about was how long it had been since Zhuk had touched you, how good they both smelled, how it would feel if they held you in their arms... Dzhaz leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing your cheek. “malen'kaya ptichka, takaya myagkaya i teplaya. my by pogubili tebya." He murmured, his tone making you shiver.

    “I really should be going, I left Khame alone in the kitchen.” You whispered, unable to deny the tremor going through you, or the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. For a moment, neither of them moved and your nerves shot straight up, but they both smoothly leaned away with matching smiles.

    “You really should check on him before he eats all of the food by himself.” Cici gave your head a soft kiss and Dzhaz settled back at the piano to continue the melody he was playing before. “We’ll see you at dinner time, dragotsennyy.” Though your legs trembled, you nodded and returned their smile before you fled the room, trying to quiet your still pounding heart. Calm, calm. They were certainly just playing with you, Zhuk had warned you that some of the clones were more mischievous than others, after all. They were just playing a prank on the boss’s lover, nothing more. But your blush wasn’t diminishing in the slightest and you couldn’t get the mental image on them bending you over the piano and taking you right then and there out of your head. Thankfully, the rest of the trip back to the kitchen went without fanfare, though as you neared the kitchen, you could hear two arguing voices, one you recognized as Khame.

    “I just want a taste!” Someone wailed,

    “NO! I was told to guard the food until Boss’s mladentsy came back!” Khame yelled back, a growl in his voice that made your hair stand straight up.

    “Just what is going on here?” You burst into the kitchen to find Khame brandishing a knife at... process of elimination told you Soyka. You had seen these two side by side more than once, usually getting along as thick as thieves. Khame’s face brightened at the sight of you,

    “He’s trying to sneak a taste while you’re gone!” He was quick to throw his fellow clone under the bus, throwing out an arm to point at him.

   “He was eating cupcakes!” Soyka yelled back, a scowl on his usually cheeful face. The clones hissed at one another, seemingly a moment away from a full force battle.

    “Cupcakes? You were supposed to only eat *one*!” You turned to Khame first, who shrunk under your stare.

   “.....They were good!” Came his quiet protest, a small pout on his face. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, just staring down these gigantic babies.

    “Soyka, he was allowed a single cupcake, so you can have one too. The rest is for after dinner tonight.” The taller clone’s face lit up happily and he gave a little wriggle that made it very hard to keep your stern expression. “But! You have to help me ice the rest, both of you.” You might as well told them you were going gold mining because they both responded with the same amount of excitement. They took some convincing to get them to wash their hands, but once they were clean, you settled at the table with the cupcakes laid out before you and a big bowl of icing that all three of you pulled from. After he inhaled his singular cupcake, you found Soyka to be a hard worker, icing the cupcakes with quick, fluid motions that you couldn’t copy no matter how hard you tried. Khame, on the other hand, struggled between accidentally tearing the cupcakes with his strength and the desire to just eat the icing, but before long, they were all done and put aside for dinner tonight. You half expected them to leave when the job was done, but they hung around instead, watching you flit across the kitchen as you checked in on the stew. As you stirred the large pot, a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind and Soyka rested his head on your shoulder, a soft purr emanating from his large form.

    “It smells good.” He mumbled, though as he nuzzled against your hair and inhaled, you began to wonder if he wasn’t actually talking about the stew. Khame whined from the sidelines, stepping in to attach himself to you as well and once again, you found yourself trapped between two clones. “Pchelka’s been hogging you all to himself.” Soyka whined, “We wanna be able to hold you at night too!”

    "on govorit, chto my slishkom mnogo, no my tebe nravimsya, verno?" Khame’s rumbling purr mixed with the way he was nuzzling against you was making you tremble again. “on dazhe ne zastavlyal tebya chuvstvovat' sebya khorosho! boss ostavil vas vsekh nayedine s tem, chtoby nikto ne trogal vas!" Sharp teeth gently trailed across your shoulder, up to your neck and you trembled at the sensation.

    "my byli by tak khoroshi my budem zabotit'sya o tebe vsyu noch' naprolet, chtoby ty ni o chem ne mechtal." You decided you didn’t want to know what it was they were saying, because you knew if you did, you would already be putty in their hands - more so than you were as it was.

    “boss byl zhadnym, derzhal vas vsekh pri sebe."

   "my umeyem delit'sya Ne tak, kak drugiye, my byli by tak khoroshi dlya vas." You should really take control of this situation. The joke was clearly being taken too far at this point and... and... Soyka fell to his knees in front of you, Khame taking his place behind you.

    “Just a taste? A little taste? We promise we’ll be good.” Soyka shuffled in closer, his hands hovering over your thighs as if asking for permission, behind you, Khame nibbled his way down your neck, his arms wrapped around your midsection, pulling you against a surprisingly firm body. Oh. Oh this wasn’t a joke. Your breath was caught in your throat, the implications of the situation racing through your brain. This wasn’t cheating? Was it? You shared Zhuk with four other dons, after all, your status as poly never posed a problem before and they were a part of him, right? And fuck you wanted to. Soyka’s tongue was almost lolling out of his mouth and Khame was shifting his hips back and forth, clearly wanting to grind against you but holding back until he got an ok. You wanted to. Just a little. It had been so long since you had been touched, days before your last attack and every time Zhuk had seen the wound at your side, he had pulled back with a guilty expression, even almost fully healed and scarring the sight of it made him wince. Weeks upon weeks of forced abstinence and trying to ignore the dreams of Zhuk hovering above you, his lips cold on your heated skin as he kissed his way down between your thighs and...

    “Yes.” You couldn’t resist and with that one word, both clones were on you. Khame sank razor sharp teeth into your skin and Soyka scrambled to pull down your pants, his nails scratching your thighs in his excitement. Before you could try and get any sort of handle on the situation, he buried his face between your thighs, sharp teeth nibbling at previously clear skin and his tight grip keeping you from trying to pull away as his cold tongue began to lap at you through your underwear. Behind you, Khame wasted no time in pulling up your shirt, his hands slowly making their way up your body even as he tasted your skin all the while both of them purred as if gifted with their favorite treat. You reached out a hand to run your fingers through Soyka’s hair, cooing your appreciation as his tongue began to worm its way past your underwear to taste you directly, his pupils blown out with excitement. After a moment, he pulled back to pull your underwear down as well, raising one of your thighs to set it on his shoulder before he was back on you again, his tongue writhing against you in ways that had you squirming in Khame’s arms. In fact, if it weren’t for the clone behind you, you might’ve fallen to the ground already, but Khame’s grip didnt falter in the slightest, easily holding you up with just one hand as the other trailed sharp nails across the curve of your hip, along your ribs and up to your chest to toy with your nipples. A warbling cry escaped you despite your best efforts to keep quiet and you could just feel both of them smirk against your skin.

    "Chto tut proiskhodit?" You couldn’t have pulled free from their arms if you tried, and as shaky as your legs felt in that moment, even if you did you would have fallen into a puddle at their feet. Pchelka peered around Khame, his expression blank as he regarded you, but as you whined his eyes began to smolder and he reached out a hand to cup your cheek. “YA dumal, my dogovorilis' podozhdat', poka Boss vernetsya domoy?" His tone was scolding, but not so much that either of the clones even pretended to stop toying with you. “I’m sorry, dragotsennyy, they’re a bit impatient.” He leaned in to kiss you softly, smiling as you moaned against his lips. “We planned on waiting for Boss to come home to taste you, but I’m sure the wait was painful for you as well.” There was a playfulness to his tone that made you blush, but he was joining Khame in kissing your neck, his hand trailing down your body to rub your arousal even as Soyka licked you. “It’s been hard holding back myself, holding you against me like I have every night.” They pulled back just a fraction to pull off the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare in the middle of the kitchen. You couldn’t even try and cover yourself before they were on you again, Soyka took both of your thighs to place over his shoulders, Pchelka was kissing his way up your midsection and Khame pulled your head to the side to kiss you, his tongue worming its way into your mouth, tasting of the icing you just made. “We should call the others, you know there will be a fuss if they find out we had the first taste.”

    “They smell of Jazz and Cici, I bet those two tried to get a head start already.” One of your hands were pulled behind you to feel Khame’s hard on through his pants.

    “My dolzhny pozvolit’ Oca a takzhe Zakon znat’.” You wanted to whine when Soyka pulled away, but thankfully just as quickly as he pulled back, he was on you once again.

    "Oca dazhe pokazhet svoye litso? Vy znayete, kak zastenchivyy bol'shoy paren'." While he seemed to agree with Khame, Pchelka pulled back to let out a long, piercing whistle that vibrated through the manor. Silence fell for a few tense moments, the clones all stilling their movements to listen in before a series of poofs outside the door made them all give a savage grin.

    "ty nachal bez nas?"

    "o, oni tak khorosho "

    "pakhnut oni na vkus tak zhe khorosho?" The series of voices descended on you, sharp grins and glowing amber eyes looking you up and down with hunger.

    “To think we held back, we could’ve had you spread over the piano.” Slender fingers tilted up your chin.

    “Cici?” He frowned, those fingers sliding down to your neck.

    “They’re having some trouble remembering our names.”  Dzhaz commented, Khame nodded behind you, his grin growing.

    “We really should make sure they know our names, make sure they never forget it.” You were being carried back to the table now, too many hands to count maneuvering you so that you were bent over the table. Eight clones stood around you, towering over you even if you weren’t bent as you were.

    "dragotsennaya veshch'. my mogli by razorvat' ikh na chasti, dazhe ne pytayas'" a feminine voice spoke from in front of you, long elegant fingers tilting up your chin to regard you with glittering eyes. “Who am I?” They asked. Cici or Lex. You had a fifty fifty shot here, but as you mulled over the option, another clone raked their claws down your back, soft enough not to draw blood, but firm enough that it made you cry out. “Lex!” The clone before you smiled and cooed at you sweetly, running gentle fingers through your hair. “Very good!” As you were being held, you couldn’t see who it was that was stroking your arousal from behind, but you moaned your appreciation anyways - even if it ended far too quickly as another clone took Lex’s place.

    “Who am I?” This one was easy, dog collar.

    “Khame!” He smiled as well, and a cold tongue lapped at your entrance now, unyielding hands spreading your legs so they could push their tongue into you so deep you cried out. Another clone took Khame’s place, tall, curly hair, intimidating. Not Pchelka. You wracked your brain for the name and with your silence, the clone eating you out pulled back. The clone before you unbuttoned his pants and reached in to pull out a truly intimidating cock, bigger than any you had ever seen in your life. He tapped the tip of his cock against your lips, his intention clear, but it took you a moment to open your trembling lips.

    “Oca.” He rumbled above you as his cock pressed past your lips and deeper into your mouth, your jaw already beginning to ache at the sheer size of him. He took his time, slow, careful thrusts that didn’t press in too deep for you to handle, his touch gentle as he pet your hair. You half expected him to continue using your mouth until he came, but before long he was pulling back, giving your head one more pat. “Ok?” You nodded and he gave you a gentle smile.

    “Oca.” His smile grew, his eyes twinkling. He stepped aside and let another clone take his place. This time was another easy one, Pchelka, and as you guessed correctly, once again you were treated with a tongue at your entrance, quickly followed by fingers stretching you out for them. The tongue was longer, thinner, but it rubbed against your walls so exquisitely you could have cried. Another clone, another correct guess of Soyka and finally a cock pressed up against you from behind. A hand ran up your back to lace in your hair and pull your head back with an unforgiving grip.

    “Who am I?” The melodious voice gave it away, but as the clone slammed into you all the way to the base, you couldn’t get the word out. He pulled out slowly, letting you feel each inch of his cock leaving you again until just the tip of his cock was inside of you. “Who am I” He repeated the question, his voice low and dangerous.

    “Dzhaz!” You cried out this time and he rewarded you by slamming into you once more, setting a fast, hard pace that had you seeing stars. Cold fingers cupped your jaw, the touch soft and tender.

    “Open your eyes, dragotsennyy.” His voice was tender, so sweet despite his striking resemblance to your usually stony faced husband.

    “Ren?” You were rewarded with a kiss now and you clung to his gentleness as Dzhaz took you so roughly. Ren crooned, petting your hair and seemingly content to just stand there, but you took him by surprise by pawing at his pants, easily unbuttoning them to pull out his cock. Your mouth was watering as you pulled him in by his hips, easily swallowing his cock to the base and reveling in his surprised groan. Stuck between the clones, you closed your eyes and just focused on the sensations, not even blinking as your hands were pulled from Ren and instead brought to already leaking cocks.

    “I’d complain if you weren’t such a pretty sight.” Process of elimination told you it was Cici still waiting to be named, but they didn’t seem to be in even the slightest bit of a hurry. Instead, they smiled at you and stroked their hand over your back. “So pretty. Are you about to cum for us? Cum all over Dzhaz’s cock?” Your answering moan was muffled by the cock in your mouth, but he nodded all the same, “Come on Dzhaz. We want to see them cum already,” You could feel the clone’s excitement in the air, Dzhaz grabbed onto your waist to hold you in place for him to really begin to thrust into you, his hand reaching around you to rub you in time with his thrusts, not relenting even as you began to squirm and cry out with your approaching orgasm. When you were finally thrown off the edge, you pulled back from Ren to cry out loud, especially as Dhzaz continued to take you without mercy, pushing you to the point of overstimulation until he finally stopped, his grip so tight on your hips that you knew there would be bruises left. You let out a warbling cry as he came inside of you, holding you still until he stopped twitching inside of you. Slowly, he pulled out of you and let you fall limp onto the table. You were caressed on all sides, hands stroking your back, your thighs, your head, your cheeks, all crooning at you in a mixture of Russian and English. Hazy eyes focused on Pchelka, who was brushing his fingers through your hair sweetly.

    “Are you alright?” He asked, his voice so soft and gentle you melted. You gave a soft nod and a devious smile spread across his face. “Good, because we aren’t done yet.”

[realmonsterboyhours]

Hey so maybe I as an artist should occasionally submit art huh? Wild. 1) Scarabee 2) @yankyo and Chamie!  3) Chamie Angst! 4) GodNaga!Beej’s human form! 5) Zhuk’s Chamie 6) Gamer!Beetlejuice and a self insert 7) GodNaga!Beej’s Chamie collaring someone! 8) Goth Elf Self Insert teasing Ciarog 9) GodNaga!Beej in some shibari that I drew in 10 minutes absolutely sloshed weeks ago. 10) Sketch page of Chamie!

[the-conglomerate]

Can we ask for Hcs?? Because I need to know what the dons are like with a super affectionate s/o who wants kisses, cuddles, hugs, hand holding, everything lovey!!

But of course! Zhuk: -Zhuk is canonically one of the sweeter dons. He adores his lover(s) with all his heart. -Zhuk took over his mafia business after destroying the previous don, Mafia had been all that Zhuk had known prior, so having that harsh, and unyielding side was so tiring and exhausting. -But then you came along and allowed him to be sweet, and kind, and loving. He was finally able to let down those walls, to become the loving husband he always had wanted to be in life. -When you cuddle with him it is strong, protective, and borderline almost intense. He is a whole lot of man to be cuddling, but when he tucks you into that huge coat you notice the world doesn't feel as scary or big as it did before. -He's a big fan of reading to his partner, and if you were to fall asleep on him this man would turn so pink melt into a puddle of goo for you.

Gio: -Gio is a bit less inclined to be physically affectionate.... at first. -He tends to keep people at a distance until he can feel them out a bit better. -So when you finally prove to him that you aren't scared of him, nor that you would be going anywhere he slowly lets those walls down. -You notice him looking at you more, staring turns into 'accidental' touches, turns into gentle touches he tries to play off a lot more casually, like brushing some hair from your face or wiping away an eyelash from your cheek. After a while, his touches are incredibly gentle like he's afraid of breaking you. -He's still not quite as physically affectionate as Zhuk or Bajo, but he is incredibly indulgent and would do anything to spoil you the way you deserve, and to Gio, you deserve the world. Scarabee: -Far less inclined for touching than the others. -He prefers to be worshiped than he does the worshiping. So he will gratefully accept your physical affections if they make him feel big and powerful and strong. -Over time he will slowly fall victim to the softer, sweeter touches, indulging himself in leaning into your hand on his cheek in the privacy of his own room or when you're utterly alone with him. -When Scarabee wants to touch, he does so most often in acts of service like massages, of all the dons, he is the best at massaging. -His hands will work magic on your tired or sore body, and he will get a sick rise out of every noise you make while he's doing it.

Cia: -Cia tends to be pretty indulgent and affectionate. He can always seem to tell when you want to be touched before you even do. -It's not uncommon for him to sneak up behind you and place a bunch of soft kisses along your skin in a benign sort of way. -Cia is also incredibly fond of holding hands, and showing everyone just how much he loves you as often as he can, be that sitting you in his lap and holding you, or just walking around with you hugging onto his arm. -He always feels such a rise of power knowing how much you love and care about him, especially when you show him physically. -He always has to hold you at his pub when you come, the clones will take over running the place, he's got more important stuff to do, like melting and singing lovesick songs to you. Bajo: -Bajo's whole love language is touch. -This man has never once ever NOT wanted to be touched. -When you start showing him physical affection you better hold on because this man is going to DROWN you in love. -He is far more interested in skin to skin contact, hope you're okay with him seeing you naked because that's the only way he wants to cuddle, and if you're worried about your body you better believe he's going to kiss every inch of your skin he can find and tell you both in English and Spanish just how much he fucking loves you. -Bajo is so driven by touch that the others and himself will sometimes make games out of betting on how long before he will touch you. -If you cup his face and kiss him he will melt exactly 216% of the time.

[beetlebitchywitch]

that gio ask made me feel things 🥺 so what hobbies do the other dons have? like things they could talk about for hours because honestly hearing other people talk about their passions is my cup of tea 😩👌

HELL YEAH LETS GET INTO IT

Bajo takes care of a massive rose garden on the Estate grounds. Crossbreeding new types of roses, putting so much love into his plants, just a total plant dad. Also, swordfighting. He is a very accomplished swordsman and loves to spar with Cia- not because Cia is good enough at it to be an even match, but because swordfighting flirtatiously with your husband is good foreplay. If he wants a real challenge, he’ll spar with Gio.

Together, Bajo and Cia love to tinker. Bajo has an old motorcycle from the 30’s he and Cia mess around with, and they just love messing around with machines since they’re so new given the length of their existence.

Cia is an equestrian! Well, putting it that way sounds fancy. This man rides bareback, no reins, just him and his favorite mare, Flannery. Just him, her, and a windswept field is all he needs. On top of that, Cia is a very accomplished archer, including horseback archery. While his husband is skilled with a blade, Cia could hunt a squirrel while on horseback and land a perfect headshot.

Bajo, regrettably, cannot ride a horse at all. All horses seem to have a natural dislike for him and buck him off at any chance they get, and no one really knows why.

Zhuk plays the piano! Well, he plays several instruments, but he’s most proficient in piano. On his most stressful days, you’ll often find him unwinding in the smoking lounge, playing a slow, gentle tune to calm his nerves.

Scarabee, considering he owns a casino, is an expert gambler. Do NOT let him convince you to bet actual money when playing cards with him. You will lose. He also has a lot of his time taken up by his magical practice, which is more of a spiritual discipline than a hobby, but it is one of his favorite things to do. Fostering the growth of his magical abilities and learning more and more at the hands of his god is his favorite way to spend a day.

Lag isn’t a don, but I’ll throw him in for funsies! On the side, Lag is a tattoo artist/piercer! He’s done several of the dons’ pieces, and each of his clones specialize in a certain style of tattoo art/piercing.

Other than art, Gio knows...everything. Seriously. The man watched humans crawl out of the primordial soup. He has had millions of years to be alive, maybe billions. Is he extremely well versed in every hobby ever? No. But he knows enough about literally anything you can think of to get by. Basically, this is him:

Saft’s hobbies are TBD. He is still very new and we’re still developing him as a character. So stay tuned!

[thirstyhellfirenacht]

The Ciarog Cockwarming Fic

Cia is part of The Conglomerate, a Beetlejuice Mafia AU. For more info visit @beetlebitchywitch, @sofasmut, @realmonsterboyhours @do-ya-hear-that-sound  @monsterlovinghours  @beetlejuicebeadoll

This fic was made specifically to kill @beetlebitchywitch because of our mutual thirst for one (1) Irish Demon.

The Clones belong to @yankyo from their amazing series “Who’s Who?”

Exhibitionism, public sex, cock warming,

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It had been months since you had the chance to go and visit Cia at his pub. The other had kept you so busy at home lately that you’d hardly been given the chance to leave the estate. Not that it was a bad thing- there was hardly a lack of entertainment with everyone around. But even with a large manor filled with so many people, it could still feel claustrophobic at times.

Not that being at Cia’s pub was much better in terms of crowds. In fact, the surprisingly small pub held quite a number of people in the small dining area. Out of all the Dons, you wondered how Cia could afford all that he could when it seemed like his Pub, while quite popular, wasn’t quite as... financially beneficial as the others fronts. You had asked him once, but he just gave a cheeky wink and said that after being alive as long as he’d been he was more than okay with a smaller mafia. You suspected that the Fae were involved somehow, but since he liked talking about that even less than the shadier parts of his dealings you decided to leave it well enough alone.

Normally when you visited, you sat at the bar and watched Cia work. He didn’t need to tend to the bar himself, but you got the feeling that he genuinely enjoyed it. Every time you were there he was bustling around and joking with customers and keeping your drinks topped off. He flirted and smiled and could make even the crankiest patron lighten up. Something about Cia just brought people in, even with that invisible wall he often put up to anyone who tried to get too close.

Tonight was slightly different, he had wanted to bring you here on a proper date. He asked you to wear a dress for him- not a completely uncommon request though that was normally when he and Bajo would take you out together. Even when wooing you he was still thinking of ways to tease his husband. But you'd been happy to oblige and had slipped on a flirty dress that Gio had brought you just the other week.

When you two had arrived, instead of taking his place at the bar he immediately started walking you around, introducing you to regulars and showing you off. It was a little embarrassing but the look on his face was so happy that you didn't have it in you to want to hide. He was proud to call you his partner, and you felt proud to be that.

Once he was done, he pulled you into a booth in the middle of the room with a perfect view of the stage ahead. For the next hour his attention was completely on you, buying you drinks and making you laugh. It wasn't often that you got his attention completely to yourself, oftentimes it was a tag-team with him and Bajo so this was very nice.

"This is nice." you commented after a few drinks, leaning against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you easily. "I've missed you." you admitted.

"I'm sorry, leannan." he said, stroking your hair and pulling you onto his lap. "I know things have been busy for me, but I'm gonna make it up to ye, okay? I'm all yours tonight."

You smiled and leaned against his chest, playing with his hair. "I'm all yours too." you replied, leaning into kiss him. Cia kissed you back and ran his fingers along your side causing you to shiver a bit. The alcohol combined with being so close to your lover kept you relaxed and content even if there were other people around.

"Is that a promise?" he asked and you responded with a teasing nip to his neck and a sound of confirmation. "Good." His voice lowered into his chest, and it was at that moment you realized what your words would mean to the man.

Ah, fuck.

A hand slipped up your thigh and under the hem of your dress, tracing your sex over your underwear. A soft whimper escaped your lips at the feeling and you could already tell how amused your lover was.

"Hush now, we don't want everyone here to hear ye do we?" he purred lowly in your ear. You shook your head, but you didn't try to push him away either. The lights in the pub went dim, which almost startled you before you saw a few people hop on stage. Your eyes widened slightly as a few of his clones introduced themselves as the entertainment for the night. Cia had planned this well, hadn't he?

For the first two songs, Cias' fingers simply teased along your panties, stroking over your clit in small circles and occasionally tapping in rhythm with his fingers. Small jolts of pleasure were sent through you as he acted like he wasn't getting your panties soaked from his teasing. Occasionally his hand would stray down your legs and press into the hickies that his husband had left the night before, adding a little discomfort to the pleasure.

Once you were sufficiently squirming in his arms, he slipped your panties off. "Eyes on the stage, leannan." he chuckled. "They've worked so hard for this, so you better pay attention." Easier said than done as a finger slipped into your soaked entrance. Once again he was teasing you, not giving you what your body craved. His finger swapped between very lightly pressing against your g-spot and sliding in and out of you. Occasionally you'd snap back to reality as the drunken crowd around you would laugh and cheek for the clones onstage. It was a blessing and a curse- on one hand the volume of the crowd meant you were allowed to quietly moan and whine but on the other occasionally someone would be facing your booth and you'd have to pretend that you weren't being edged and teased to the point were you were close to begging for Cia to take you to the back room and fuck you senseless.

A firmer press to your g-spot had you biting your lip and a shudder ran through your whole body. "Hold still piseag." he teased, pressing another finger into you and massaging your insides deeply. You were trying so hard not to shake and writhe in his arms as he took you apart with so many people around. Your heart sped up as you made eye contact with another patron for a second, who just smiled before turning back to their friend.

"You're throbbin' around my fingers, piseag." He said in amusement. "Is this excitin' ye? Bein' all worked up while any o' these people could see?" You couldn't even try to deny it as you gave a miniscule nod. At that his fingers sped up for a moment and you let out a sharp gasp, clinging to his arms for a moment as you felt your orgasm approaching. You were so close, and stars danced in your vision as you tried to focus on the band. God it didn't help that Jazz looked at you while on stage and gave you a knowing wink. That nearly sent you over the edge before Cia's hands pulled away, squirming under you.

It didn't surprise you in the least that you felt his hard cock, but it did surprise you when you felt it slowly pushing inside you. Cia adjusted you in his lap, hissing in pleasure as you were seated. Oh god, his cock was inside you with so many people around. You tightened around him at the thought and his teeth nipped at your shoulder in response.

"Sit still." he ordered, holding you firmly on his lap. "And not a peep outta ye." God you wished you had never told these boys about your cock warming kink. First Zhuk on the train and now this. These boys really were going to be the death of you.

For a far too long drinking song, Cia held you completely still, not touching you other than the cock deep inside you. It was torture, you could feel yourself dripping and soaking on him and to make matters worse, you could see the clones occasionally glancing over at the two of you giving you carnal looks. Cia had promised tonight he'd be all yours and you wondered just how much of him there would be.

"I see you starin', piseag." Cia purred into your ear again. "Thinkin' about my clones while I'm inside ye?" You tried to shake your head, but you both knew that was a lie.

"Can't... can't help it." you panted quietly. "They look almost exactly like you."

Another song started, the upbeat tempo had the crowd cheering like made. You assumed it was a very popular song but you could hardly think to remember the name, especially when Ciarog's leg started bouncing in time to the beat. You almost let out a cry of pleasure as his cock bounced against your g spot as he jiggled his leg under you.

"Ciarog.... please" you begged quietly, but he pretended not to hear you- an easy task with all the noise in the pub at the moment. That Irish bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing to you at the moment. You were even begging and he still wasn't letting up. You let out a small frustrated whine as once again you were edged closer and closer to orgasm. You were so close now, closer than you had been before all he needed was to keep bouncing his leg just a little more-

As long as the last song was, this song was as short. You dug your fingers into his pants in protest at the edge, but he didn't seem to mind. After all, his husband had done way worse to his thighs before. The clones thanked everyone for coming before headed over to your booth, all of them piling in and looking at you hungrily. Each of the clones' hair was tipped magenta.

"Did ya enjoy the show, eun òran?" Jazz asked with a shit eating smirk.

"F-fuck off." you said weakly, earning a chuckle from the group before you let out a gasp as you felt something warm and wet begin to lap at your clit. You closed your eyes, rocking your hips forward desperately as that sinfully good tongue was giving you what you'd been craving all night. For a moment the group looked confused before Ren stuck his head under the table.

"Chamie, ye animal get out from under there yer gonna blow her cover!" he scolded, pulling the clone back by the collar. You let out a whine from the loss.

"But she smells so good...!" protested Chamie. "And Boss literally has his co-" Wasp was quick to throw a hand over Chamie's mouth.

"That's 'cause boss knows how to be discreet, amadan." Jazz snapped back quietly.

Ciarog held you tighter against his chest for a moment as he watched his clones squabble amongst themselves. As much fun as he was having teasing you, it was a double edged sword as he was also teasing himself. He was ready to drag you to the backroom and fuck you senseless against the barrels of ale.

"I think she's been good." Ciarog decided, finally dipping his fingers down between your legs to rub slow circles around your clit. Chamie tried to duck under the table again, but he was held firmly in place by the others. Cia had made it clear tonight- he gets first dibs on making you cum.

"Oh god... oh thank you thank you thank you." you whisper quietly, trying hard to look natural even as the clones stared hungrily at you, taking in every twitch and gasp that you gave as Cia's fingers slowly pushed you to the edge. Even when he was giving you what you wanted, Cia was still being a tease- how had he learned to touch you so gently but still keep you headed towards an orgasm. Oh, it was near torture as he slowly built you up as he started an easy conversation with the clones in front of him. Even though they were all chatting, their eyes never left your face, none of them wanting to miss the moment where your eye would roll back.

As you got closer, they moved in to keep you as best hidden as they could from the other customers. They didn't want a stony-faced orgasm from their girl- they wanted something more satisfying. So when you finally peaked from Cia's gentle stroking, you were okay with letting your eyes roll back and letting out a shaky gasp as your dripping pussy clenched around Cia's cock. He groaned at the feeling, rocking his hips into you just a bit to get some stimulation of his own. Oh, he was going to ruin you once you two were alone but for now he let you ride out  your bliss on his lap.

"Piseag mhath" He cooed as you came down. He nodded at Chamie who reluctantly slipped under the table again and helped you put your panties back on, unable to resist a quick taste of your dripping cunt before hand. You shivered at the touch to your sensitive clit before you were removed from Cia's hard cock.

He tilted your head to look at him, and he gave you a soft kiss before pulling back. "Backroom. Now." he said, getting up and out of the booth before offering his hand. "I'm not done with you tonight."

[angelicspaceprince]

Missing You

Author: Toby

Title: Missing You

Pairing: Lysander/Reader

Character/s: Lysander Shoggoth, Scarafaggio Shoggoth

Word Count: 705 words

Warnings: N/A

Tags: @doyahearthatsound-after-dark, @sapphic-florals

Prompt: You’re struggling to sleep and feeling lonely after a week without your partner. Luckily for you, Lysander has the perfect solution to help you drift off without her.

Notes: So, basically, back in like, January/February, when the discord I was in was creating the dons based on Beetlejuice, I created a female don. I didn’t feel comfortable sharing her until now as she felt mostly incomplete, and now she is somewhat more rounded as a character and I feel ready to share her to the world. What you need to know is: She’s African British, she’s mute due to the abuse Juno put her through but can talk through touch telepathy, she’s 6’0, she practices witchcraft but more she has taken a bit from different types of magic practice to make her own, she’s demisexual and demiromantic, she hates Zhuk and she makes me and the other two in my mini server very gay. Renée is also her Ren clone, she just has different names for them. She is in no way a part of the ‘legit’ canon for @the-conglomerate ‘s dons, just someone I created and have been working on for a while and wanted to share with you all. And it’s short because its just an introductory post, really. Enjoy.

Buy Me a Coffee

Missing You

You had one hell of a week. You felt drained and tired and just. Alone. Lysander had gone with Scarafaggio to help with some issue or another revolving around his art museum, but a quick day trip had slowly lengthened into a two week one. You just needed her support, or someone to just hold you until your mind had resettled and you were able to continue on as normal.

You huff as you turn in your bed, reaching over for your phone. 2:44am. You groan before moving to lay on your back, mind racing. All you wanted to do was sleep, and usually when your anxiety was running high, Lysander would help you get back to sleep. Be it with one of her potions, her singing in your mind as she holds you close or with more…..vigorous activity, she always had a way to get you to sleep through the night and into the next morning.

But, of course, she wasn’t here.

You tug your phone out and move to text her, squinting as the bright light shines over your face.

‘You there?’

‘Hello love, what are you doing up?’ Her instant reply, concern evident in her words, causes you to smile.

‘Couldn’t sleep. I miss you.’ You send it, eying the screen as the three dots appear in the app as she types away her message.

‘Scarabee told me you were upset this evening. Do you want to talk about it?’ You screw up your face.

‘No. I want to just move on.’ You send it before you start to type again. ‘When will you be home?’

‘Tomorrow. I promise.’ A second after the message arrives, an image appears right beneath. It's a selfie of herself and Gio, the Italian looking less than impressed that Ly has distracted him from whatever he was doing to take this selfie, Ly’s usual bright smile on her face as she stares into the camera. They look like they are at Gio’s smaller home in New York, and the table they are sitting at is covered in papers written in a language you don’t understand. Still. It was good to see her face.

‘Gio doesn’t look happy.’

‘He never does.’ You snicker at the quick retort. ‘Is there anything you need? To get to sleep?’

Your grin widens as you cheekily type out your next message. ‘Some kisses would help.’

For a second, you don’t get a reply. It’s not until you feel the ghosting of something against your neck does your phone ding. ‘Better?’ 

Oh, you could almost feel her cockiness through the phone. ‘Sorry, what?’ You send back, melting into the bed as you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, lips pressing against your neck, up your jaw, across your cheeks, on your nose, each of your eyelids before finally against your lips as the weighted sensation of someone laying on top of you causes you to relax.

‘Now?’ You can see her smirk if you close your eyes, but at this moment, you don’t care.

‘I could use a few more.’ The second you send the text, you feel it. Her hands ghosting down your sides, cupping your cheeks as thumbs brush over them lightly, lips pressing against yours again and again before moving to kiss wherever she can on your face. If you could, you’d purr. Loudly in contentment. ‘I love you.’ You finally text her, body feeling at peace as your mind slowly starts to fog over with sleep.

‘I love you too. Do you want me to send Renée over to keep you company?’ You think about her offer.

‘No. I should be alright. Send my love to her though, and to Gio.’ You shift to your side, feeling as if someone was pressing up against you as their arms wrap around you. You look behind you, nothing. You smile before snuggling back into the bed, knowing that it was simply her projecting the sensation of not being alone onto you, but it was enough to make you feel loved and warm. ‘Thank you.’

‘Of course, sweetness. Sleep well. I’ll see you soon.’

You yawn before moving to turn off your phone. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

[iammarriedtomothman]

Meet Cute (again)

All Gio had wanted was a new model for his latest piece. Yes he had plenty of beautiful people waltzing around the estate but he wasn’t sure how willing they would be to sit and pose for four hours at a time.

No, he needed a professional, it had been much too long since a museum had seen a Scarafaggio original and now was time. 

He had entrusted his Lex to pick his model, his muse for the week. And maybe that was a mistake, he had been moping around the estate for too long now and they had noticed. True he had a wonderful enclave of people in what he jokingly referred to as “the estates private collection” but he missed his masterpiece. 

Y/N

They had died young again a few years back. Poisoned by a man they had married. He thought that if he stepped out of the picture their next lifecycle they would be safe, wouldn’t die young like they had every time he found them again. But the universe was cruel and he watched from afar at their funeral yet again. 

He had met them in ancient Rome, he was still relatively naïve to humanity but he felt a pull to them, their kind eyes, warm smile. They were sunshine to him, and he fell quickly. He painted them almost everyday, trying his best to capture their beauty. He had a few weeks with them before sickness took them. He had only them in memory and paintings now. He found them again a few years later, they had no idea who he was but their kind eyes still sparkled with affection for him. 

And thus the cycle continued, he held them close and tried to capture their beauty. He tried to protect them, keep them healthy and safe. But they would die young regardless. 

He had loved them and lost them too many times and each go round was a chip at his heart. So he grew bitter and closed off. Allowing only a few inside.

Maybe Lex had grown tired of him staring longingly at their portrait in the side room of his studio, where he would lock himself in days at a time. He had filled the room with the paintings of them and the others over the years. They always had those kind eyes that filled with adoration for him. 

 Lex cleared her throat, startling him as he tore his eyes away from thier portrait. “Porca miseria Lex!”

“Sorry Boss I thought you would have heard me coming, your model is here”

“Thank you Lex” and with that he closed the doors to the small room and went to greet his guest. 

But when he went to go greet them he halted. If he ever had the need to breathe his breath would have hitched. His Y/N was standing right in front of him. Standing next to an old beat up red car, their smile is still wide, eyes that meet his, still kind and loving. 

“H-hello, I’m Y/N, I’ll be your model” And their voice is still sweet even when they’re nervous. “Hello, I’m Scarafaggio Shoggoth but you may call me Gio, everyone does” He extended his hand  “You come highly recommended and I must say, I look forward to working with you” he was going to kill Lex, or thank her immensely, it was really depending on how this all panned out.

They shook his hand and time stopped, they still felt the same in his hand and he stopped himself from raising it to his mouth to press a kiss into it like he had done so many times over.

He set them up in his studio, he wondered if they felt comfortable, like they felt they had always lived here, as their body language showed them relaxed. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, a million emotions rolling through him but, he was more guarded, how many times could he lose them again, maybe just one painting would be enough to sustain him?

“Soooooo” they spoke up, cutting the silence

“What?” he barked and immediately hated himself, he never wanted to speak a cross word to them in his existence, but better to keep his heart at a distance. He winced as they shrunk back a bit, their eyebrows shot up “n-nothing, just you know, most clients listen to music or at the very least make small talk. I just thought we could get to know each other since, we’ll be spending a long amount of time together” He sunk back behind his painting “I can put on some classical music if you’d like but I’m not sure you’d like my conversations” A few minutes ticked by, now filled with soft classical music “So, um, what do you do for work?” He laughed through his nose, if only they knew, “art” he replied. “Well, I’m a botanist but it surprisingly doesn't pay well, go figure. So I took up modeling on the side” and with that they talked through their entire session, it was always like them to break through his tough shell no matter how hard he tried to keep it up.

He kept asking them to come back, he needed them to come back, he wanted to hear them again, see them close to what they had looked before, laid practically naked over a chair, ethereally beautiful. One day they let out a soft laugh through their nose, a noise he missed dearly. “Something funny?” he asked, working on their shading. “No, it’s just… I don’t know Déjà vu? It feels like I’ve been here before, like this house seems familiar?”

He faltered, did they know? Had they figured it out? “Oh well, a trick of the mind I guess, all big houses look alike” He mentally sighed in relief and went back to painting, hoping that as mean as he was, he could keep their distance. Paint them until he got just enough to sustain him and then send them away, let them live a normal life, hopefully a long one this time.

But of course they were curious, and a wanderer. He had only got up for a minute to get them some water. Perhaps it was a ploy by them to distract him, he could have gotten one of his clones to get it but he wanted to do this for them, a slip up by him. When he got back they weren't in the chaise, they weren't even in the studio. His panic only worsened when he saw his private side room door open. The room with his personal collection, where all the portraits of them were stored. He dropped the glass, and ran to the room praying he had simply forgotten to close it. He shoved the door open quickly in a panic, and there they were, staring at themself from 300 years ago. A look of worry and fear across their face. “Y/N, my darling please” He begged as he reached out to gently grab their hand, the pet name all too natural, was a mistake. “Don’t.” He flinched, their words sharp and demanding, making his stomach drop “Don’t, don’t call me that, not when you have all of these paintings of me” their eyes filling with tears “not when you’ve been staring at me practically naked for a week now” They slapped his outstretched hand away “don’t touch me you creep!” They shoved past him, grabbing their bag and running out the door. He watched as they ran, not wanting to chase them. As he heard the front door slam and their car rev up, he accepted solemnly that they had made their decision, and done as he had hoped anyway, left him alone for them to live a normal life. So why did it feel so bad, why did it feel like his unbeating heart was shattered? He sunk to the floor, the reason clear, it’s because they hated him, in all of their lives they either loved him or ignored him, but never hated him. He had never wanted to cause them pain or suffering, he only wanted to protect them. He stood up eventually and stared at his unfinished art piece, anger at himself boiling up inside, he couldn't destroy it, the only thing left of them, but he needed to destroy something. His studio was in shambles when Zhuk found him, anger spent, now numbly staring at the tumblr full of netherworld quality booze. Everything was destroyed except their unfinished portrait. which stood neatly on its easel. “I messed it up Zhuk” He told him emotionlessly “Then fix it, durak” Zhuk replied. Gio flinched at this cold response but he was right, he needed to fix it.

 So he reached out, using the number they had given him, begging for just a chance to explain himself. Luckily they had in fact been putting things together over the times they had visited. “I found it weird I already knew where the bathroom was, and how I knew that there’s a tricky turn at the entrance” They explained to him as he walked them back to the portrait room “things got to much just for Déjà vu to explain and after the paintings, it just began to come together”

 He nodded as he guided them to the portrait room “Yes, you and a couple of others are a rare soul, one that will continue to be reborn time and time again” He held such restraint around them, wanting nothing more than to hold them against him again, overjoyed they had given him a second chance. “You see, it’s said that sometimes a love is so strong that one lifetime isn’t enough to live it, and that’s what is the case with you and the others” “Where did I meet you first?” they asked breathily after a few minutes of silence. Gio smiled and gently took their hand, leading them to the first Fresco he painted of them “Rome in the first century” it felt so good to have them hand in his again “You and I were buying wine and there was only one left. You insisted I take it and that you didn’t really want it, so I offered we share it” He chuckled “we shared a bottle and then a beautiful few weeks together before you passed” “And this one?” They were pointing to the golden framed portrait of them, they looked almost the same as they did back then, they had only changed their hair.  “That was you in 1842, you lived here then and were the head of the house, you made everyone's day so much brighter” He tested the waters by bringing their hand to his mouth, pressing a loving kiss onto their knuckles. “Mine especially” Luckily, they didn’t flinch or tug their hand away, instead they sighed happily, still looking at their old portrait. “I was so beautiful”

He chuckled and turned to them, elated to see their eyes were shining yet again in adoration and love

“My darling you are still as lovely as the day I met you centuries ago” Lovingly stroking their face. They smiled and leaned into his touch, “I can’t explain it, but this feels so familiar, it makes me feel safe and warm, like I’ve done this countless times with you” His heart soared in happiness “Then I will spend everyday until eternity making you feel this way my love” He smiled softly at his little spot of sunshine “may I risk making a complete fool of myself by asking if I can kiss you?” He asked nervously They giggled softly, making his heart flutter with love “Well, it seems like the obvious thing to do” He smiled as he cupped their face, the feeling of their soft skin never truly gone from his memory. He pressed his lips gently to theirs, his moon was home again he would finally have the courage to do everything in his power to make sure he never let them go again.

[insomni-snacc]

What if there were 5 different Beetlejuice's of different nationalities and owned their own Mafias plus they each had 8 clones and there were about 15 AUs of these BJs and also they all loved us? Would that be fucked up or what?

Sounds fake but let’s roll with it.

What if they were kinda like the Spice Girls, too? Like, for instance:

- Italian Mafioso (Let’s call him Gio): Posh Spice

- American (NOLA) Mafioso named... Bee?: Scary Spice

- Irish Mafioso (I think you’d like this one): Ginger Spice

- Russian Mafioso (Zhuk, maybe?): Sporty Spice (cause he has like, a hunting vibe. Likes dogs)

- Puerto Rican Mafioso (Bajo?): Baby Spice

[memedemonhours]

I really went and looked up size comparisons for me and Zhuk and his Wasp clone bc I’m alone and in love with a fictional Beetlejuice au character

[monsterlovinghours]

Can I please get some soft Scarabee? I have this idea of the reader getting a tarot deck from him, and giving him the first reading, and getting the lovers or a bunch of love cards and BOOKING it out once they realize their subtle crush is not so subtle?

You knocked softly at the door of Scarabee’s attic workshop, your stomach fluttering at the sound of him moving within, which you firmly reminded yourself was nerves and nothing else. Of course he made you nervous, he was a centuries old demon who practiced black magic; he’d make the most stout-hearted of men nervous. Which, of course, is why your hands always seemed to shake when you were around him, why your heart seemed to hammer and your stomach felt as though it were curling into knots. You had hoped your frequent lessons with him at the estate he shared with his associates would dull the effect his presence had on you, that you’d become used to him and grow more comfortable being alone with him. But, while you had always felt safe during your lessons, never once fearing that he would hurt you or cause you harm, your nerves hadn’t seemed to abate. Sometimes, you wondered if he knew how he made you feel, if he could hear your heart race or smell the change in your aura or something. If he did, he never let on. 

Exhaling a deep breath, you arranged your features into a smile when you heard the door open, mismatched eyes and a crooked grin greeting you. “Right on time, cher,” he crooned, stepping back and gesturing for you to enter. You weren’t sure, but you thought you heard him inhale deeply as you passed by, as if breathing in your scent, and the thought caused a shiver to roll down your spine. The door closed behind you, and you took a seat at the table, your usual place for lessons. Scarabee sat in the chair opposite you, as he usually did, but this time, he laid both hands palm-up on the scrubbed surface of his work table. “Gimme your hands,” he said softly, and you did, a little confused on his intentions but obeying nonetheless. Ice cold against your skin, his hands pressed your palms together, the soot that always seemed to cover them leaving gray-ish streaks. “You’ve been my apprentice for a while now, darlin’, and you’ve been making great strides with your magic.” He smiled proudly, and your stomach gave another roll, your cheeks feeling hot.

“Thank you,” you murmured, wanting to look him in the eye but not quite able to bring yourself to do so. You had always had trouble with eye contact, as if looking too close or too deep would burn your eyes, like looking into the sun. His grin hitched a fraction before he continued. 

“I’m right proud of the work you’ve put in, ma cher, so I wanted to give ya a little something.” His hands released yours, pulling your palms apart, and though you’d felt nothing to signal its arrival, a small, handpainted box appeared in your left hand. Your eyes widened a bit; you had seen a box similar to this in his attic, though the patterns and colors were slightly different. 

Before you could ask, he proudly announced, “Voila! Your very own tarot deck.”

There was no quelling the twisting of your stomach as you brought the box closer to inspect it, noticing the detail that had gone into it; he’d included your favorite flower, runes for protection and knowledge, even the constellation that made up your star sign. Opening the box, you saw the cards inside were equally beautiful, all hand painted, bearing floral patterns that incorporated your irises and his lilies; he’d even worked in his signature gold paisley around the edges. 

“Scarabee...they’re gorgeous.” You fanned them out, stunned by the intricate artwork. “This must have taken you ages!”

Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back in his chair and made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Not as long as you’d think, sugar. Besides, it was my pleasure. You’ve earned it.” You could feel his gaze skate over you, as if sizing you up, then his smile grew wider, showing off the pointed tips of his teeth. “Say, why dontcha break ‘er in?”

You looked up, brow furrowed. “Break it in?”

“Yeah, go ahead and give me a reading real quick. Nothing fancy, just a little something to help you get to know your cards.” Something deep in his eyes flashed. “Or to help the cards get to know you.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, and you prayed your cheeks didn’t look as red-hot as they felt as you nodded. “Sure,” you agreed, your fingers delicately shuffling the cards the way he’d taught you, techniques he’d learned from decades of professional gambling. Scarabee leaned forward again as you spread your cards in an arc across the table, his attention squarely focused on you. Lungs expanded as you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting your hand drift over the cards. Three seemed to leap out at you, tingling like a spark of static electricity when your fingertips made contact. Leaving them facedown, you pulled them from the deck and put the rest to the side. Letting out that deep breath, you flipped the first card. 

Ace of Cups.

Your gut twisted; you knew the meanings of each card, each Arcana inside and out, and you knew very well that this card represented new relationships, that feeling of first love, butterflies in the stomach, giddiness and hope. The urge to look up at Scarabee was strong, but you ignored it, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle the look on his face once he saw the panic etched into yours. Fingers trembling, you flipped the second card.

The Empress.

A card brimming with sensuality and romantic connection. You felt sick to your stomach. Surely the third card wouldn’t betray you! You turned it over.

The Lovers.

Scarabee couldn’t contain himself; he threw his head back and cackled, his laughter shaking the table. Fire spread across your face in a mortified blush as you hurriedly scooped up the cards and shoved them back into the box, mumbling something about having to leave and scurrying out of the attic as quickly as your legs could carry you, forgetting entirely to take your new tarot deck with you. 

You found an empty library, most likely one of Zhuk’s, and curled up in an enormous high-backed chair upholstered in leather, hiding your face in your hands and nearly wailing with embarrassment. That couldn’t have gone more wrong. You weren’t ready to admit your feelings for Scarabee to yourself, let alone have your brand new tarot deck spell them out right in front of him! You wondered if you could convince Bajo to dig a hole in one of his gardens and bury you inside it so you wouldn’t have to look the Cajun in his mismatched eyes ever again.

Some time passed, you weren’t sure how much, before there was a soft knock on the door. A flash of gold made your heart skip, but the curls and gentle sprinkle of freckles gave the clone away. Bee didn’t say anything as he approached you, only smiled gently and knelt beside the chair. He took your head and pressed something into it; the box containing your new tarot deck. You swallowed hard, then thanked him, finding it easier somehow to look Scarabee’s clone in the eye than the actual man himself. Bee leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, lingering perhaps just a second too long before he straightened and left the room, the chill of his lips stark against the spreading heat of your blush.

Inside the box, you found a note tucked amongst the cards, and you knew from the handwriting who had penned it. Your stomach gave a flutter as you unfolded it, your heart beginning to pound as you read it.

Ma petite, 

My apologies for laughing, sweetheart, that must have seemed rude of me. I hope you’ll forgive me for saying so, but seeing your pretty face go red so quickly was, quite frankly, adorable. I just couldn’t help myself. 

Now, you and I both know what those three cards meant, darling. And I want you to know, they wouldn’t have leaped out at you like that if those feelings weren’t mutual. Understand me, honey? I know you’re probably feeling embarrassed and shy, and that’s alright, but as soon as you’re ready, you just come on up and find me. We’ll have a little talk about how many kisses I need to give you to make up for my transgression. 

And where on your sweet little body those kisses might end up. 

Scarabee.

[realmonsterboyhours]

1) Self Insert x Bajo. I have a lovely fantasy of him teaching me how to dance~ 2) Russian Bee (Zhuk’s Bee clone) 3) GodNaga!Bee (Snubban’s Bee clone) 4) Robin (OC) x SouthernJay (Scarabee’s Jay clone) swing dancing to “rockin robin” 5) Zhuk doesn’t know what the fuck I am and is utterly losing his collective shit to Gio in this shitpost.

[the-conglomerate]

hey um... guys... i need a little help dealing with the police... haha 😃

Alright, here’s the plan. You were with us the entire night, having a glass of brandy by the fire and discussing the poetry of Ancient Greece. You didn’t like the brandy, as it was too strong for you, and Ciarog made fun of you while mixing up a Cosmopolitan with a splash of grenadine. The blood stain on your pants is from when you were cooking dinner last week and you cut your finger while chopping vegetables. Any DNA tests they run on it will come back as your blood, rest assured. If they ask who was with you, you provide our contact information and the clones will take care of it. Should they bring you in for questioning, I will be your lawyer. I have...a way of convincing people, you could say.

Uh, Zhuk...how did ya come up with all that on the spot?

How do you think I avoided the gulag so many times, comrade?

Touché.

[beetlebitchywitch]

i don’t know if this has already been talked about somehwere, but what are the dons’ favorite ways to express their love? (you can include saft and lag too if you want ;))

Ooh ooh ok I got this I think!

Bajo: Grand gestures. Sweeping you off your feet with a bouquet of fresh roses and preparations for a night on the town. Loved seeing the way your face lights up at what he has planned for you.

Zhuk: Smooch this poor man. He loves physical touch and wants to make you feel loved by loving you physically. Cuddles, kisses, hugs, sex, he loves it all. He is a touch starved man who just wants to wrap his giant man body around you and never let you leave.

Cia: He wants to spend ALL the time with you. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he just wants to be with you. He especially loves drinking with you in the pub, pouring you shots of the best stuff he’s got. He hopes you feel as loved by his undivided attention as he feels by yours.

Gio: This man SPOILS you. You walk past a storefront and causally mention you like a necklace in the window? Cool, he’s getting it for you, plus the matching earrings and bracelet. You offhandedly talk how cool it would be to get to record music? He’s drawing up the plans to convert an old unused bedroom in the Estate to a music studio with the best equipment money can buy. He knows money can’t buy love, but he loves to show you he cares by caring for every material want or need you could have. Also cooking. Let this man cook for you, and he will pour all his love into his food for you.

Scarabee: Taking care of you is this man’s whole love language. Feeding you breakfast in bed, crafting spells to help you get better sleep or have increased focus for work or whatever you need, having his clones do your laundry and clean your room when you’re stressed. He just wants to show you he loves you by helping your life be as easy as possible. Also cuddles. He LOVES cuddles.

[quirkplay]

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Zhuk would like everyone to know that this piece is set before the clone battle royale. Also she would like to apologize to non-manga readers. Look forward to season 4!

Zhuk′s work will exclusively be available as part of the Quirkplay Bonus PDF.

You can preorder your copy of Quirkplay here!

[angelicspaceprince]

i love lysander! can you please write us a character profile thing so we can know more about her?

You most certainly can! Thanks to @blueberry-9-pancakes and @sapphic-florals for your help with this!

Please note our lore for the conglomerate is slightly different from others.

Ly, first and foremost, travels. A lot. She never stays in one place for too long. For her, it’s a protection method. You can’t hurt her if she is always on the move

She is a don, but not in the same way the other dons are. She works in a little bit of everything, just like her magic, but its always to help others. She’s into loan sharking, but if you are desperately in need and it’s clear you’ll never be able to pay her back, she will just grant you the money. If you’re a rich guy who didn’t need the money and could pay her back, but refuse to, that’s when you are punished.

Dabbles in sex work but its more to provide sex workers a safe place to actually, ya know. Work. You want to go down this line of work? She won’t judge, she will just make sure you’re not going to get hurt because of it.

Born in 1348 in London, kidnapped from her parents by Juno and raised by her

In a fit of rage, she attacked Ly and sliced her vocal cords. She now can’t speak. She spent years in silence, writing out what she wanted to say, before learning how to sign and used that as her way to communicate. She died about a decade after, having run away from Juno at that moment and never looked back.

Her clones can speak, but it hurts and is awfully gravelly. They tend to sign as a result and only talk when they need to.

Speaking of clones, they have different names! Mostly so she can tell the difference between her clones and the boys.

Bee: Bre, Chamie: CamCam, Cici: KeKe, Jay: Phoebe, Jazz: Jasey, Lex: Lulu, Ren: Renée, Wasp: Tilly

Keke, however, changes their name on the reg. Mostly to fuck with Zhuk, he never gets their name right and that’s intentional.

Additionally, more on communication - they are all touch-telepathic! 

Ly, in particular, uses it to determine whether or not she trusts you and it becomes a means to easily communicate with you. But only if she really trusts you or if she has to

When she’s angry, she always resorts back to sign because her voice becomes so loud it can damage your mind, so she pulls back and signs instead.

On that, holding her hand? Rarely. Only if she trusts you and has spent a lot of time with you. If you’re the sort to hold her hands in an attempt to calm her down when angry? She will never hold your hand again

Effectively, you’re silencing her when you do this. And, again, holding her hand, in general, is silencing her because, as much as she loves to communicate telepathically, she prefers to sign. So if she holds your hand, know that you’re special.

As for when she met the dons - a fic is coming with this to explain her hatred of the young Zhukary, but for the time being:

She met Bajo first, in the 20s. Right after he died, he was partying in the same place she happened to be. At first she wasn’t keen when he tried to pull her into the dance floor, but once he realised she was mute and didn’t treat her awfully as a result, they became fast friends.

She met Cia next, through Bajo (who kept in contact with her through letters as she travelled). The two hit it off right away, Cia and her enjoying teasing Bajo and talking about things that happened in the UK in their lifetime, basically ranting about how shitty the English were in different eras.

Scarabee was next. She came to the manor to visit Cia and Bajo when Bee found her and the pair hit it off right away, both talking about magic and him helping her out with a spell she had been stuck on for quite some time.

When she officially ‘moved’ into the manor in the 60′s - as in, she set up base there after having been a part of the Conglomerate for nearly a decade -  Scarabee tried to take Ly under his wing, them being the only two Black people there. He was shocked when Lysander was, in fact, much older than him.

Zhuk and Gio were next, fast-forwarding to 1954. Ly decided to visit the boys again, only this time, everyone was there.

Zhuk instantly assumed that she was just a fuck buddy of Bajo’s and was free for anyone to woo.

Lysander did a scan of his brain and found it repulsive. He was overly traditional, even by the 50s standards, and saw women as things, as he desperately tried to find someone to dote on but to the point that they were more doll than person and equal.

He also talked over her, dismissed her ideas, and attempted to take over her mafia in an attempt to ‘help her relax and take care of herself’.

Lysander, a raging feminist and as stubborn as anything, decided there and then that he was beyond saving and was not worth her time.

Zhuk changed over the years and now has a giant crush on the woman, but the damage was done. It’s unknown if they will ever end up together, as much as Zhuk would want it, he also knows he royally fucked up. And has reserved to a life of possibly never winning her favour back.

That being said, she is still civil and is able to spend time with him alone. She works with him and helps him where needed. It will be a miracle for her to form a romantic attraction to Zhuk.

Demipansexual and demipanromantic, but poly. She rarely feels sexually attracted to people until she’s known them for a while and they have already formed some kind of bond. Still has a sex drive, obviously, but it takes a while for her to trust someone enough to actually have sex with.

She’s six foot even

Highly competitive

As I stated before, she is a magic-user, but she takes knowledge from different practices to form her own form of magic, having blended it with the magic all demons are granted.

I haven’t done an official face claim but I’ve always been torn between Lupita Nyong'o and Janelle Monáe for face claims.

Dom-leaning switch, but soft dom. Only goes hard ass on the other guys, never on breathers.

Has pegged Zhuk on more than one occasion. Bajo asked for tips because how? Especially when she hates him? but he gets nowhere. It’s mostly hate fucking, when things go wrong and she just needs the physical release? Pegs and tops the fuck outta Zhuk, who allows it because he enjoys letting go and the aftercare that follows.

Has done some modelling for Gio, and sometimes he will call her to come and be his muse for his next collection of outfits and dresses that he wants to make.

Favourite colour is bright yellow or dark gold.

Ambidextrous.