This is a book of one shot smut chapters, with completely random characters. Some characters I will most definitely do are:
-Peter - YBG
-Ghostface - Scream
-Mephisto - Dark Fall
-Any Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss character
- Beryll- Dark Fall
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⚠️ Warning! Before this one-shot starts, this chapter contains: - Leash Play - Degrading - Anal If none of these are things you like or are comfortable with, please skip to the next chapter. Thank you! ⚠️ ——————————————— Y/N POV: Beryl could never keep his tail under control. Whenever he showed the slightest bit of excitement, his tail would wag uncontrollably, which pissed off the others. The first time I noticed it was when we were in the dining hall, and Beryl was telling me about how he finally got his hands on his favorite fruit. I heard a small thumping noise from behind him, and looked to see what it was. I look to see a large, red tail behind him, wagging uncontrollably.
My initial reaction was to squeal and touch it, which made it wag more. From then on, Beryl's tail seemed to become more obvious than it had been before. I began to notice the comments the others made about it, and how much it pissed them off. Leon hated it the most, and thought Beryl was just a stupid little nuisance who couldn't keep his own tail under control.
Slowly and surely, I began to joke about it with Beryl. At first he began to think it was funny, and we both had a good laugh. But then, whenever I thought it would be funny, I started lightly hitting his tail with my hand or any object, and saying things like;
"Bad dog! Not on the carpet!"
Or
"Down boy, down!"
Soon enough, Beryl started getting annoyed by it, but I keep annoying people on purpose; that's my worst personality trait. I would hit his tail sometimes and then run away before he could catch me. He would turn around to see me running off through a door or anywhere I could go.
Soon, just the hitting wasn't enough. Sometimes, I would pull his tail, lightly at first; but then I might have started hurting him. He told me to stop, but I wouldn't. I was beginning to make him mad..
He began to get more aggressive, always on guard with his tail wherever he went. He began to tell me if that I had a tail, he would tug on mine to see how I liked it. He would get his revenge on me one way or another. I didn't listen. I didn't think anything like that would ever happen. It's impossible for me to grow a tail!
One day, I was walking through one of the castle's large, empty hallways, when I saw Beryl walking ahead of me. I begin to sneak up on him; tiptoeing behind him until I was really close. I was gonna tug on his tail again. I reach my hand out to touch and grab it.. almost there.. until Beryl whips his head around.
"Y/n! I know you were trying to pull my tail again! Why do you keep doing that?"
His wide eyes stare down at me with a hint of sadness, and his mouth forms into a frown, a fang sticking out from one of his lips. I giggle in response, skittering back off to who knows where.
Instead of Beryl sighing and walking off in defeat, I hear his heavy footsteps quickly approaching. I whip my head around to see him gaining on me quickly, so I duck into a different hallway. I almost make it to my bedroom door, before Beryl successfully catches up to me, grabbing my wrist before pulling me close to him.
