#alex brightman beetlejuice x reader

[itsmepage]

His Dead Bride

Musical! Beetlejuice x Plus size! Dead Bride! Reader || This fic took me 6 hours to write with no proofread so bj lovers I hope you eat this up like a buffet. (Also all characteristics of all ver of beetlejuice is Reference here, but mainly musical ver)

Summary: After the events with your ex-husband, you’ve believed you’ll never feel loved again. Beetlejuice turn the tables for you

Fluff & Smut

Warnings: murder, murderer ex-husband, suicide revenge, may or may not have corpse bride/Constance Hatchway vides, beetlejuice being a pervert,(maybe reader too), talk of flirting/sex, touchstarvation, talk of death/afterlife & life, oral(fem receiving), thick thighs kink, praise kink, swearing, meantions of demons, mentions of exorcism, kissing, nicknames, glorification of scaring people, & beetlejuice’s mommy issues

Art Credit -> @crazycometspecular on Tumblr & Tik Tok!! 

Smut means mature rating!! You are responsible for what you consume!!

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In your life, you couldn't find a single someone to love you: not a single one and you tried so very hard, and just when you thought you found the one, he betrayed you. On your wedding day; a day that was supposed to be so magical, so heartwarming, settling in on someone that you loved and he took away from you without a second thought all because he thought he could. He thought he was all big and powerful and that he just did what he wanted. Just because he wanted your riches? No. He was not going to get away with it. You made his nights restless: he did not go a single day without seeing your horrified face, the face you made when he killed you. But you didn’t there, once he committed suicide: you wasted no time getting exercised at the church you haunted for years. Now he was at the room of death for the dead in the netherworld. You got your sweet revenge, but at what cost? Your once beautiful and young face was gone, your wedding dress was ruined and you smelled of a dead raccoon. Your life ended with no one by your side. You died alone as you feared.

Now you sit in your once beautiful grown, now covered in must and dirt, and cry: physically feeling your heart break, your shed-up veil barely hiding your tears “What’s got you in a twist babes?” You heard a voice say. You looked up to see a man with the brightest yellows you’ve ever seen, his entire outfit was covered in green and black dirt, and his green hair spiked up to the sky. He looked like he’d been here for centuries; in a weird charming way. “Leave me be!” You requested turning your face away from the demon. “That bad huh? It is a human!? Do you need a bio-exorcist?? Because I’m good at that!” The demon said excitedly, speaking with his arms and sitting down next to you: smiling from ear to ear. So that the infamous Beetlejuice; you heard his name once or twice when you died. “The demon that can take away the living” is murder from what you understand. Other dead folk, practically begged you not to ask for his help, fortunately, for you; you were too angry and stubborn to let someone take revenge on your ex-husband. “Yes.” You simply answered him, “But I already took care of it.” You continued in your saddened state wiping away your tears. “Really!?” Beetle said in surprise, “What did you do? Did you kill him? Did he scream? Did you make him bleed?” He overly questioned with curiosity floating around you like an excited crow.

You’ve, kinda, of opened up to him, telling him how you got karma on your ex-husband. Beetlejuice was very impressed; he didn’t many new souls who went to instant haunting, so far they make their victims end themselves in life and after death. That was just the start of your relationship, he didn’t leave you alone ever since: and surprisingly, you didn’t hate it one bit. You like his rambling. The fact he was able to talk about anything for hours without stopping was lowkey impressive to you: that and all the power he has, making clones of himself, making a fire in his hands, and making anyone move with a simple wave of his fingertips. The many things people hated about him are what you love about him. You enjoyed his company very much: he was your reminder that just because you're dead Doesn’t mean you’ll end up alone. It brought you so much comfort and you found yourself clinging to him more and more every day, and it didn’t help that he flirted with you. Spending time with Beetlejuice made you realize what a prev he is, he respected your boundaries for the most part despite the fact he did one dip kiss to piss your dead husband off when the two of them just so happened to pass by the exorcist rooms. You slapped him for it, even though you love that he did that. He also firted how he loved your body type as if you were the goddness, Aphrodite. Yes they were inappropriate, comical, and yet still so sweet. You didn’t know how he did it but he did, sometimes you wish he’d get down on his knees and praise you rather than saying it. You imagine his hands holding down your thick thighs as you squirmed around his head, gently squeezing him.. God that image makes you see stars; but you wanted more than just his lust. You wanted his love, all of his love. You wanted him to hold your face as he kissed your tears away, you wanted to hold him, to dance with him, to scare people together, you wanted to marry him; and you wanted so badly to tell him that. But you were afraid. It wasn’t him you were scared of, nor the Netherworld, it was the fear of rejection. Never being able to talk to him again. It was stupid you knew that, you were past life to worry about something as silly as that but how can you not be afraid? Beetlejuice was the very few people that talked to you in the netherworld you didn’t want to lose that, you didn’t want to lose him over something as silly as that, so you’ve tried your best to keep to yourself which was somewhat tolerable when he was simply just talking to you, making you laugh, but today he invited you to help him get back at Lydia’s bully, his human friend upon her request; and you could never say no to him.

All three had a blast, from what started as a small inconvenience to the perpetrator to a general life-threatening scenario, safely assuming they wouldn’t be messing with her for a good while. You liked meeting her, she was a sparky teen with a great sense of style and you’ve enjoyed the friendship with her and Beetlejuice like a fun uncle with his rebel niece after thanking the two of you, she sent both of you on your way. “Boy, oh, boy! That was a lot of fun! Wasn’t it toots!?“ you smiled brightly at him, becoming so fond of the nicknames he gave you. You nodded your head, just deciding to let him ramble. “Oh, the look on their face!! Haha!! - and they screamed like a dying pigeon!“ he laughed thinking about and you just giggled along with him, taking a seat in an empty area of the Netherworld: you sighed with glee, just happy to be in Beetlejuice’s presence. He leans against the wall next to you, calming down from his laughter. “I love that kid, I would kill to do that again.“ he said sitting down on the ground while you sat next to him, wondering whatever pleasant memories came to his head. “How did you two meet?“ you asked him curiously, your hands being placed comfortably on your lap holding your bouquet of dead flowers. “Oh babes that’s a looonnnggg story..“ he exaggerated. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t interested in hearing.“ you’ve told him, encouraging him. “Well..“ he set up, his position being in the crisscross style. “It started when-“ He begin to yep again, making hand movements to help you put the imagery in your head, you’ve tried your best to best to listen but you loved seeing his facial expressions as he talk and what was joyful, cocky and settle, softly turned into sadness, loneliness as well as his green hair. It turned into a dark blue when he mentioned Junno. His mother. You quickly became concerned, he moved his knees to his chest, hugging them like a lost boy who needed love; and he did, he needed so much of it. “BJ, sweetie..“ you’ve placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He looked at you with baby bug eyes, a crimson blush on his cheeks at the small nickname you gave him. “Are- ...“ you paused. “What happened? Can you tell me? Please?“ You asked gently, asking him to open up to you, and he did. Beetlejuice opened up to you, talking about his mother Junno, how horrible she was, how he resented her, what happened to her, to him.. and yet how he still kinda misses her. “It’s stupid I know! But she was the most company I ever had here... I was pretty much back on my own... Until you showed up.“ he smiled gently at the mention of you. You’ve felt your deceased heart skip, if that was even possible, at such a simple action; and what turned a simple action into an affectionate gesture. He turned over at where you sat and hugged his arms around your legs as he rested his head on your lap his once blue hair turned pink. At least you know he’s not messing with you.

Your hands were in the air, not being sure what to do for a moment. Slowly, you place your bouquet to the side, slightly moving to other arm to his pink hair: to softly brush his tangled up hair he mumbled softly leaning in closer to encourage your action; wait.. was he purring? You’ve moved your hand to the back of his scalp and realized he was. Goodness gracious, he was just so damn cute, is this what demons warned you about? This big old cat? Your chest gets up and down slowly, controlling your breathing feeling a small heat to your core, making you realize how touchstarved you are. You were a little ashamed of yourself; here was Beetlejuice, he opened up to you, he was vulnerable and all you wanted to do was shove his face between your legs. Maybe you were the pervert, you tried to push it to the side, just being focused on his purring, and you scratched his scalp and rubbed his shoulders with your other hand. “You’re probably not gonna believe this toots..“ he said out of the blue, moving his body to kiss your stomach as if he was reading your mind and was trying to tease you. “I am..“ he kissed you again “.. completely..“ he gave another “..and thoroughly,“ and another “in love with you...“ he then kissed you on your upper thigh ignoring the fabric that was in the way of your skin. “I don’t I felt this way about anyone before.. well not in such a way...“ he confessed pressing his lips on your left thigh, simply just giving you pepper kisses and it was driving you crazy. Your breathing got heavier as he seemed he didn’t want to let go of you, showering you with his affection and you practically melted. No one, not even your ex-husband displayed this kind of love; you wanted to laugh at the irony. That a horrifying demon already treats you so much better than a living human on earth. You had to die, to win basic affection; that’s funny. But you couldn't laugh at that right now for Beetlejuice was clouding your thoughts. “Oh Beetle..“ you moaned softly, as he stopped to look at you making sure he heard right. “I feel the same..“you confessed your hands moving to his warm cheeks. “wait really...?“ he asked, sitting up slightly. “Yes! Of course!“ you laughed over how adorable he was. “I wouldn’t let have you kissed me like this if I didn’t..“ you assured him, playing with his flush-out hair. “does that mean I get to continue?“ he asked before he leaned back down to kiss you again. “Please..“ you whispered to him and that alone can turn him into a wild animal.

Beetle lifted your dirty wedding dress as he began to kiss your rotten skin, them being more harsh and slobbery than before, but he knew not to be too rough, he didn’t want to break you yet. “God, what was that asshole thinking?“ he said as he kiss you, knowing he was referring to your ex. “You’re..“he kissed your thigh “So..“ he placed another “..fucking..“ and another “gorgeous..“ he said placing a slobbery one on your inner thigh. “Jesus.. If you’re this breathtaking when you’re dead..“ he said moving his lips to the other thigh. “I can’t image what you looked like on Earth..“ he breathed, licking the right side of your inner thigh. “B-beetle..“ you moaned. He laughed at your action, planning to tease you more by grabbing your thigh and placing it over his head, licking only your upper thighs and not your aching lips. You look down to see: that his tongue isn’t shaped like a human’s, it resembles a fat worm, with stripes patterns. It felt cold against your dead skin, similar to the cold hand to death; it was such a nice contrast though, it sent shivers down your spine. Beetle went back over to the other thigh, his lips threatening to give you a hickey if that was even possible anymore if your ability to cum was even possible anymore, but you didn’t care. You’ve leaned back against the wall, not sure if can even take his teasing anymore, gripping the fabric on your dress as you couldn't hold back your whimpers. “I know you want it, baby..“ Beetlejuice breathed so close to your core. “You want it ssssoooo.. bbbadd..“ he growled. “All you have to do is say one word..“ he said “Just say it...“ he kissed you with his tongue “One little word.. just say it again,“ moaning when tasted your juices on your thigh. “one... more.. time.“ - “Please..” you breathed out, giving him what he wanted. You moaned in surprise when he dived straight into your womanhood, not caring what it may look like now. Beetle was working wonders on you, sucking and licking you up, you’ve instinctively placed both legs on his shoulders and gently squeezed his head while yanking on his hair. God he was right, you wanted it so bad. Your moans were loud and pornographic, it was possible if the entirety of Netherworld could hear you, but you were more than happy to scream it to the rooftops since you’ve finally found someone who loved you this much, and was making you feel this good: demon or not. “B-beetle.. Darling-“ you moan out, somehow feeling a knot in your stomach “S-sweethreat.. I think I’m gonna..“ he didn’t stop, making his pace faster as he kept her thighs on him, “G-god..! B..beetle!!“ you arched your back as you came on his tongue, squeezing his head as you did. Beetle helps you ride out your orgasm, licking you clean before he overstimulates you; that’s for another time.

“You sounded realllllyyy sexy babes..“ he said lifting your gown back down; your cheeks went warm when you saw your juices on his face before he wipe it away just to lick it off. “like a porn star..“ he continued as sat next to resting his head on your shoulder, before laying back on your lap, his legs taking up the rest of the bench you sat on. “What a position to be in after eating someone out.“ you commented he just laughed as you started to pat his hair again, allowing him to take your hand in his. It was rough but warm, he leaned it towards his mouth and gently kissed your knuckle before simply just holding it close to his chest. “Can I tell you a secret Beetle?” You whisper to him. “Hm?” Was all he could muster, relaxing in your touch. “That was the first that anyone has ever shown me love.“ you admitted to him. “What..!?“ he asked in general shock. “You mean the world was so blind, a dead guy had to be the one to eat you out and tell how beautiful you are?“ -“Apparently so!“ with your head cleared, you were finally able to laugh at the irony; he laughed along with you, gently rubbing his fingertips on your hand. “Well..“ he said. “If it makes you feel any better,“ he paused for a second. “me too.“ he admitted as well. “Oh my dear,“ you said: brushing some hair off his face, leaning down close to his mouth; “That’s means I have to return the favor.“ you teased. “What you mean you have to!?“ Beetle joked as you placed your lips on his, smiling ear to ear as you kissed him. Eventually, you’ve pulled away, not resting you smile as much he didn’t rest his. “Mine..“Beetlejuice breathed, cupping your cheek with his free hand. “Mine, dead bride.. all mine..“ he kissed you again, and you pulled him closer in the kiss: both of you being so happy to call someone your own. To never be alone again.

[imagination-phantom]

If you love Alex Brightman as much as I do you get it. lol

lol I’m so sorry but not at the same time Adam.

I know Alex is 5,6 Adam’s just giant and an ass hole when he’s jealous so he calls Beej short. lol

[parisiterileymoon]

For scientific purposes, what is everyone’s weirdest “hear me out”?

Me first:

[sleeplessdreamer14]

Lydia: What are you doing?

Beetlejuice: (pink all over, making heart eyes @ you) They’re pretty.

Lydia: … And you’re ugly. Now let’s get to work.

[writing-fanics]

imagine Beetlejuice suddenly coming back to the Maitland-Deetz house

oh yea I got married for realz this time

*y/n pops up*

Hiya!

they have the same energy and feed off each other

also the shocked look on every ones faces too

[triasticalwarlock]

Beetlejuice is becoming a crush

So I just had a thought, I think we all can agree that Beetlejuice is one kinky motherfucker. And he probably has the stamina of a god. Basically, did you guys watch the Black Butler? Remember when Sebastian fucks the nun the entire place is shaking like Godzilla had came to life? That's how I imagine Beetlejuice if you guys participated in the dirty and the squirty. Also, I only simp for the musicals version (Alex), he is a chubby big man. But like, the whole ass house is shaking and everyone is just losing their shit panicking, not realizing that bj is literally rearranging your intestines. He can also change his size, grow extra limbs, turn his tongue unnaturally long, ect. A loottt of things this man can do to you.

[punkrockvalkyrie]

During an RP heavy session...

Y/N, as the DM: Your party has been walking on this path for a good couple of hours. Adam, could you please roll a perception check for me?

Adam, playing as a ranger: Alright. *Rolls dice* I rolled a 14, and with my +2 that makes it a 16.

Y/N: With a 16 you are able to see that the path splits into two different directions with a guard standing in front of each path.

Adam: I relay that to the group.

Y/N: Okay. As you all approach the fork in the road, the two guards stop you. The one on the left speaks, "One path will take you to the citadel, while the other will lead you to the UnderDark. And between the two of us (they gesture to themselves and the guard on the right), one speaks only the truth; the other nothing but lies. You may ask only two questions." So players, what do you do?

Beetlejuice (instantly): I WANT TO SEDUCE THE GUARDS!!

*cue various groans from the Maitlands and giggles from Lydia*

Barbara (out of character): Beetlejuice, please don't.

Y/N: Uh, not so fast Beej. You already seduced the shopkeeper in the last town you were in. Remember our deal?

BJ: Yeah, yeah, yeah. (Mimicking Y/N's voice) ' You can seduce a NPC or villain one time each session, no more, no less. Deal?' You're no fun babes

Y/N: Okay, first of all, rude. I don't sound like that. Second of all, having fun doesn't mean trying to seduce everything with a pulse ALL THE TIME. *clears throat* Anyways, Lydia, Barbara, Adam! Any ideas?

Barbara, playing as a cleric: I'd like to cast Detect Good and Evil to get a sense of which one tells the truth.

Y/N: Interesting. Roll for it please.

Barbara: *rolls dice* Aw, I got an 8; and with my modifier of +1, that means I got a 9.

Y/N: So, with a 9, you get the faintest inkling that the guard on the right is the liar, but you're not entirely certain.

Lydia, as her rogue: I got this. I go up to the guard on the right and slap him across the face.

Barbara & Adam: LYDIA!

Y/N: *blinks* uh, okay. Roll to hit.

Lydia: *rolls dice* HA! Natural 20!

Y/N: That...that definitely hits. The guard's eyes begin to water as he gingerly holds his cheek after your palm cracks against his face.

Lydia: I then ask them, "Did I just slap you?"

Y/N: Still wincing from the slap, the guard mumbles a "...No"

Lydia: *smirks* Alright, I turn to the guard on the left and ask, "Which path leads to the citadel?"

Y/N: The guard looks at their companion, and then turns to you. "The path on the right will take you to the citadel. The road behind me leads to the UnderDark".

Lydia: Okay, let's take the path on the right.

BJ: *grinning* Wow Scarecrow. I didn't know you had it in ya. Well done.

Y/N: ... That wasn't what I had in mind, but good job nonetheless Lyds.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Halloween Cookies - Beetlejuice (Musical) X Female Reader

Title: Halloween Cookies

Beetlejuice (Musical) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lydia (Mentioned), Laria (OC), Bryan (OC), Mabel (OC) (Mentioned), Michael (OC) (Mentioned), Ruby Rose (OC), and random partygoers (Mentioned)

WC: 5,917

Warnings: Musical Beetlejuice, and Beetlejuice in general, teasing, banter, flirting, suggestive, italics, movie references, cursing, mentions of death, very brief mention of blood, nicknames, Reader wears a dress, mood ring hair, mini angst, and fluff

"When are you gonna start paying attention to me..?" Beetlejuice trailed off with a whine, watching as you rolled out some cookie dough on the floury counter. "Babe!" He continued when you didn't even look up at his outburst. 

"I am trying to make cookies, Beej," You spoke, voice slightly strained from adding pressure to the rolling pin. "You know the Halloween party is tonight. I need to get these done." You wiped your face with the back of your hand, smearing flour on your cheek. "I've been putting these off for far too long."

He sighed and leaned against the counter, arms crossed across his chest as he looked at the many Halloween-themed cookie cutters on the counter beside him. "Yeah, well, this wasn't exactly what I meant by spending time together, babes." The demon huffed before speaking again, eyes narrowing as he focused on the side of your face, "And I don't understand why I can't come with you to this party." He continued to pout, acting like a toddler who was told they couldn't have candy.

You returned his gaze, giving him a 'don't start crap now' look. "Beetlejuice..." You lightly threatened, making the demon huff again, turned to look away from you, and you did the same, returning to your cookies. "First off, we spent all day cuddling and having a ‘Friday The 13th’ marathon, among other things...” You gave him a glance, “Secondly, I know you want to have fun, especially tonight, it being Halloween and all…" You pushed away from the counter, walking around Beetlejuice to grab a handful of cookies cutters; but, before you moved back to the rolled-out dough, you stood before you ghoulish boyfriend, "And you know I love you, and trust you," Beetlejuice looked at you, his pout still upon his face, his green eyes softening.

"But..." He trailed off, knowing that there was indeed a 'but'. 

"But, I know you, Beej, I know that if you come with me... You'll cause some- uh, maybe not-so welcomed chaos, and possibly scare my friends to death." 

His green eyes stared at you before he looked away suddenly, "You don't trust me." He stated and you shook your head.

"Beej, I do. But, I know you. You are BJ after all. I know causing chaos is kind of your thing." Cutting out the last cookie from the dough, you sighed, "I would love to bring you with me. My friends have been asking about you. My mysterious, secret boyfriend." You looked over at him, seeing that he was still turned away, his spiky hair turning a shade of purple-ish red. You bit your lip, seeing how much this was upsetting him.  

Thinking about it, yeah, there was a pretty high chance that if you brought Beetlejuice to the party with you, he'd do something, but there was also a chance that he wouldn't do anything... Too chaotic. But that was just Beetlejuice, that was what he liked to do. It made him happy to see the fear in people's eyes, their shock, the reaction to his horrific pranks. He liked the attention.

But, if you left him at home, he'd grow bored pretty quickly. He was almost like a cat in a way sometimes, wanting attention or knocking random things off counters… And maybe he wouldn't even heed your words and just show up, that was a whole other thing. Or he'd leave and cause chaos around town. Maybe even scare a few, poor trick-or-treaters. You hated the idea of leaving him all alone. Ever since the moment you met the ghoul, he'd been stuck to you like glue. And, honestly, you'd been stuck on him too. But, again, you felt terrible. You hated seeing your demon upset.

Wiping your hands on a dish rag, ridding the flour from them, you moved in front of him. Quickly, he moved his gaze to the ground, his chin pressing into his chest, a pout still on his lips. Raising your hand, you gently cupped his bearded cheek, brushing your fingers through the coarse hairs as you bent down to move into his line of sight that had been aimed at the kitchen floor. His eyes reluctantly met yours, having no place else to look - unless he closed his eyes - you gave him an apologetic smile. 

"Beetlebaby," You cooed, the nickname rolling off your tongue, one that usually made the demon melt into a puddle of green goo; sometimes even literally. You noticed the corner of his lips twitch, "I'm sorry," You went on, "You can come with me to the party tonight if you want to." 

The demon raised an eyebrow, lifting his head, as did you, returning to your full heights. "Really?" He was skeptical, "I can go?" The more he spoke, the more you could see the excitement reappear in his eyes. 

"Yeah," You nodded, your thumb brushing along his bearded cheek, "Just as long as you don't, you know, cause too much trouble. Like, please don’t force people to dance against their will or make your eyes cry blood, okay?"

"Oh, baby!" He reached out to you, cupping your cheeks with his cold hands and landing a somewhat slobbery kiss to your lips, before pulling you into a giant bear hug; jumping up and down with you in his arms. "When is the party? What are you wearing? We can match! I can meet your friends! They'll be so jealous when they see the two of us!" 

All the while, during his rant and hug, you couldn't help but chuckle fondly, though slightly strained as he let go of his hug. "Actually, I had this idea for a costume, but since you're coming with me..." You trailed off, narrowing your eyes at him playfully. "Why don't you choose for us? Just nothing too… Uh, too risque." 

Letting out his signature - almost maniacal - laugh, he snapped his fingers; making you worry slightly. Instantly, a swirling cloud of green smoke surrounded you in a 'poof' and as it faded away, you found yourself dressed in your new Halloween costume.

The dress was a floor-length gown of deep black silk that fit closely to your figure. It then flared out at your knees, it even featured a low - but not too low - neckline; in a 'v' shape, and the sleeves ended just above your wrists. The fabric draped gracefully, creating a smooth, uninterrupted line from neckline to hem. 

Just looking down at yourself, you knew exactly what, or who, you were dressed as. The style of the dress was a mix between Morticia Addams’ dress from the 'Addams Family' movies and the old, black and white TV show. It was perfect. 

Looking up from admiring yourself, you noticed that Beetlejuice had also changed. Instead of his tattered black and white suit, he traded it for a classic suit with dark pinstripes - a perfect tailored fit. He even included the matching vest, a white dress shirt, and a bow tie. His outfit was completed with a pocket watch and black and white wingtip shoes.

His costume wasn’t even tattered; another surprise.

He looked amazing, and different in an incredibly good way. He looked so handsome and dapper. As you admired him, Beetlejuice tried to slick his hair back like Gomez Asdams’, licking up the palm of his hand and sliding back his - back to green - hair, only for it to almost cartoonishly pop right back up to its original state. 

Letting out a small giggle at his antics, he looked up, his green eyes darkening as he 'subtly' eyed you up and down; taking his time ogling you. "Damn, baby!" He exclaimed, wiggling his fingers as he reached out for you, grabbing your waist, "You might be hotter than Hell itself. Rawr.” He grinned, his pointy teeth showing.

You bit your lip as a few giggles erupted out of you at his words, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks as you also tried to ignore that he just said ‘rawr’ out loud. "Thank you, Beej. You look great too. You even cleaned up nice too."

“Hey! How very rude of you. I did this all for you.” He pouted with faux sadness, before continuing, “Aside from the slander,” The grin on his face quickly returned, "I know how much you love 'The Addams Family.' The moment I watched it with you, I knew you'd look killer in that dress." His hands on your waist wandering down to your hips. “And I was right~” He sing-songed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “If I wasn’t already dead, you would’ve killed me, baby.”

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh, feeling your heart run a mile a minute. You loved how he remembered your favorite things, interests, and hobbies. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." You fawned, looking back at him, only for his grin to widen. 

"Oh," He began, his hands leaving you only for one of his hands to take one of yours. Leaning down slightly, he brought your hand to his smirking lips, keeping the intense eye contact. "I have a few ideas, cara mia." He murmured seductively as he began to pepper kisses upon your hand, all the while, you couldn't help but giggle; his beard tickling you. “You know, babe, we could always skip the party... Who needs all those other breathers when we could have our own private Halloween party right here?” He paused from kissing your arm, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that are way more fun than bobbing for apples and head-banging to Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’.” He added before returning to his Gomez-esque kisses up your arm and traveling onto your shoulder.

Feeling the familiar pull of his mischievous charm, you huffed, amused, “As tempting as that sounds, Beej,” You teased, “I’ve got a reputation to uphold. And I’m pretty sure skipping out on my friend’s party would raise a few eyebrows. Especially when I've told her I was coming.” Feeling his disappointed groan reverberate against your neck, you continued, "And, I've got to put these cookies in the oven," You muttered, your voice soft as he pulled you into his chest, his lips danced across your neck as you spoke; still trying to sway you, your hands wrapped around his waist. "The party is three hours away and I still need to bake and decorate them."

Pulling away reluctantly, you felt his fingers digging into the fabric of the dress, pulling you impossibly closer into his chest once more; your hands lifted, your fingers fiddling with the collar of his new suit. "Fine, I guess we can go, but first, Mr. Beebleboose wants some sugar."

You smirked, "Come and get it."

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Closing the plastic green lid on the container full of your homemade Halloween cookies, you quickly slid the container further towards yourself once you caught sight of Beetlejuice's greedy, wiggling fingers creeping towards it in your peripheral. 

"No cookies until we're there, Beej. And please don't eat all the food at the party. You need to leave some for everyone else." You gave him a look before you headed to the door. He pouted, but said nothing as he floated close behind. “I just really hope someone - aside from you - eats my cookies this year.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, already 'poofed' in shoes - from when your boyfriend ‘poofed’ your dress on you - you grabbed your car keys from the small, black and white snake tray Beej made you, on the table near the front door. 

“Why wouldn’t those breathers eat your cookies?” Beetlejuice asked, only for you to shrug, grabbing your phone.

“Someone always brings a few boxes of those sugar cookies. You know, the ones that usually have the pink icing, and the sprinkles. Everyone loves them, and I do too, but I am not too sure that people are going to flock to my cookies if those are available.” You tried not to sound too disappointed, but you had a feeling that people weren’t going to eat your cookies, especially since there would be a lot of other snacks there, “It’s fine though. In the end, there will be more cookies for you when we get home.”

Narrowing his eyes slightly at your words, gears began to turn in his mind before he spoke, "You know I could just teleport us there," Beetlejuice spoke up, only for you to shake your head, jingling your keys on your finger. 

"Nope, I'm driving." You exited the house with him before locking the front door and heading to your car parked in the driveway. "Let me make you my passenger princess." 

"Teleportation is quicker." He muttered, and with a huff, his hair turning pink at his hairline from your teasing words. With another huff, he teleported himself into the passenger seat, making you roll your eyes, a smile on your face.

The ride to your friend's house wasn't too long of a drive - especially when your ghost with the most was screaming out the lyrics of every song that popped up on the radio. Your friend lived just outside of town, in a somewhat more populated area. When you pulled up to her house, you let out a sigh, seeing all the parked cars sitting on her front and side lawn, and seeing the colorful lights flickering in the windows.

"Alright, I'm gonna warn you." You began, turning to your ghoul of a boyfriend, "My friends all mean well, but they might ask you and us a lot of questions."

Beetlejuice let out a 'pfft,' "Not a problem, babes! Everyone will love me!” But before he could even teleport out, you stopped him, grabbing his hand.

"Beej, what am I supposed to call you? Not that I don't love your name, but for one, I can't say your name. I don't want to call you something that could, uh, send you away or something."

Beetlejuice blinked at you, momentarily caught off guard by your thoughtfulness. A brief flash of something softer crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with his usual smirk. “Aw, you thinkin’ about lil’ ol’ me, huh?” He tried to brush the soothingly warm feeling off. “Alright, alright. For the sake of blending in at this little shindig, how about you call me ‘Lawrence’.” He winked.

“‘Lawrence’? That was pretty quick. You already think about this or something?”

Beetlejuice shrugged, “Well, it was the name my mother gave me. So I thought it would work.” 

Your eyebrows raised, “Really? Then where did the B word come from?”

“It's my middle name.” 

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head fondly, “Well, I think ‘Lawrence’ works perfectly. And not to mention, I kind of love it.”

You noticed his green hair turning a bit pink again - he loved the way you said his name - he let out yet another maniacal laugh, teleporting himself out of the car, suddenly standing outside the driver's side door. Opening the door for you, he offered his hand out to you, his grin wide, "Cara mia,"

Taking his offered hand, you returned his grin, "Mon cher." 

Walking up to the front door, you felt a wave of excitement and nervousness wash over you as you rang the doorbell; your free hand tightening your hold on the cookie container pressed into your side. Though, with Beetlejuice's hand in yours, you weren't as nervous as you usually were when going to events and parties. You weren't the biggest party fan, but you loved Halloween and Halloween parties.

Letting out a breath, you felt Beetlejuice squeeze your hand gently, gaining your attention, "You got his, babes." He muttered, his words calming your heart slightly. “We'll knock ‘em dead.”

"Thanks, Beej… But, hopefully not literally." You murmured out a small chuckle, giving him a hopeful look to which he grinned just as the front door opened. 

"Oh, my gosh! You’re here!" You heard the host - your best friend, Laria - exclaim, and squeal. Your head snapped away from Beetlejuice, and your smile grew - not only at the sight of your friend, but because she was dressed as Elle Woods from ‘Legally Blonde’, in her iconic pink outfit. All she was missing was Bruiser. "And you actually brought your boyfriend!" She continued, before she turned her attention to Beetlejuice - well, 'Lawrence’ at the moment. "She's told me so much about you! Well, not a lot. Y/N's always been pretty secretive when it comes to relationships." She waved a hand in the air, before gesturing for the two of you to come inside. "Party has already started. Oh! And you brought your cookies! The snack table is by the kitchen, feel free to grab something to eat or drink!"

Entering, you could practically feel Beetlejuice buzzing with anticipation, his hand in yours was twitching. You knew that he was just itching to do something. His green eyes were flickering from one thing to the other; from DJ dressed as Mikey the Ninja Turtle - who happened to be Laria’s cousin - with the loud speakers playing Halloween-themed music.

The party lights were casting different colors on the small dance floor in the middle of the living room, where the many, many partygoers were talking, dancing, eating, and drinking. And lastly, his eyes landed on the table near the kitchen with all of the snacks; covering in cookies, chips, fruits, and even a cracker and veggie plate. Again, you could see how much he was holding himself back, his mind was probably overflowing with chaos-filled ideas.

Finding yourself in the living room, you spotted several familiar faces; Laria's older sister Mabel, who was dressed as Jack Skeleton from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. Then you spotted another familiar face; your other friend, Ruby Rose, who was currently engaged in conversation with two others you didn't recognise. You even saw Bryan, from your college days, who was drinking with Laria's boyfriend, Michael, who was dressed just in a Sonic The Hedgehog onesie. Other than that, there had to have been more than thirty people crammed into the small house that you were now standing in. You were just so glad that no one had decided to wear one of those giant inflatable dinosaur suits.

"So!" Laria began, speaking a bit loudly to be heard over the loud music, "Aren't you going to introduce your boyfriend to me?" Her tone was playful; all of your mutual friends had been dying - no pun intended - to meet your mysterious boyfriend ever since you told them you weren't single anymore. And out of all of them, Laria was the one that seemed the most interested? Excited? Yeah, she was excited.

"Oh, yes, Laria,.." You began, tugging Beetlejuice's hand gently, pulling him into your side a bit, gaining his attention, "This is my boyfriend, Lawrence. I finally convinced him to take a day off work to join me." You rambled out, almost slipping up, but it seemed Laria didn't even notice, and if she did, she didn't say anything. 

Her bright eyes widened, turning to Lawrence with a curious smile, "Really? Lawrence, it is nice to finally meet you. My name is Laria. Y/N and I have been friends ever since high school." She then continued, "What do you do for work? And on Halloween of all nights?”

As Beetlejuice began to open his mouth, you interrupted him, "Oh, he's a mortician." You said without missing a beat, and Beetlejuice's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Yeah, I’ve got a killer job, ya’know? Business is always dead, but hey, my clients never complain!" He winked, clearly enjoying the morbid joke, chuckling darkly; creepily almost. 

Laria blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his dark humor. She let out a nervous laugh, trying to play along, though a bit unsure. "Well, that’s... Spooky and definitely one way to look at it!" She said, her smile slightly strained but polite. She glanced at you, her eyes questioning but amused, as if trying to gauge whether this was just his usual sense of humor or not. You answered her question with a playful roll of your eyes, and an amused smile of your own; Beetlejuice loved his dark jokes.

"Well, I don’t know about you lovely ghouls," Beetlejuice announced with a grin, reluctantly letting go of your hand as his eyes zeroed in on the snack table, "But I am absolutely dying for a snack!"

Before you could say anything, Beetlejuice took the plastic container of cookies from your other hand and zipped over to the snack table. 

"So..." Laria began, glancing at Beetlejuice before returning her gaze to you, "Morticia and Gomez Addams?”

You nodded, clasping your hands together, “Yeah, his idea.”

Laria nodded her head slowly, her eyes narrowing, still amused, “Was it his idea to go the whole… Undead Gomez Addams route?”

Taking a second to understand what she meant, you quickly nodded back, “Oh yeah,” You let out a nervous sigh as you answered, “He's one for the dramatics and, you know, being a bit extra and unique.”

Laria raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident. "He's... Definitely something," She said, her tone teasing but not unkind. "I can see why you’ve kept him under wraps. Quite the character, huh?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Oh, no, yeah, he is a handful, he always keeps things interesting. But that's not why I didn't introduce you or anyone else to him sooner." You tried to explain, "You know how I am..." You paused, searching for the right words. "I wanted to make sure this was serious before introducing him to anyone. I really care about him, Laria. He’s... Different, but in the best way. He makes me feel like I’m truly myself when I’m with him."

Laria’s teasing expression softened as she saw the sincerity in your eyes. She could tell from the way you spoke, the way your voice caught just a little when you spoke about him, that this was more than just a casual fling or something that'd end in a month or two. "I can see that," She said gently. "It’s written all over your face. I’m happy for you, really. If he makes you this happy, that’s what counts.”

Your eyes wandered over to Beetlejuice, who was still at the snack table. He looked over at you, his green eyes catching yours from across the room. A toothy grin spread across his face as he gave you a playful wave; wiggling his fingers and eyebrows in that charmingly mischievous way of his.

The sight of him - the red, green, and purple lights hitting him perfectly, reflecting off his hair, accentuating his features, caused you to lose focus slightly - leaving you breathless. You could barely breathe, your heart pounding rapidly, your eyes transfixed on him. 

Unbeknownst to you, all the while you were admiring Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice was admiring you. 

How could he not? You were perfect, gorgeous, and everything in between. 

As Beetlejuice glanced over at you from the snack table, a surge of admiration - surprisingly soft for someone like him - washed over him. You were the absolute picture of perfection, standing there with the party lights casting a warm, flattering glow on you. Your smile, that radiant, effortless smile, made him feel like a total sap, and he was loving every second of it. 

He was holding back from pulling any of his classic Halloween pranks, like turning the punch bowl into a bubbling cauldron of gooey, green slime or making the fog machine go rogue and fill the entire room. Or even forcing everyone to dance like some eighties’ rom-com. But you said not to do that. He didn't want to upset you, nor did he want to upstage his own dazzling date. Not tonight.

Beetlejuice’s smirk grew as he thought, his eyes leaving you briefly to glance around at the partygoers, 'You know if they only knew what I was really capable of, this party would be one for the history books. But no, I’ve gotta play nice. Gotta let them see the softer, mushier side of me. Or at least the side that doesn’t turn the turtle DJ into a human jack-in-the-box.'

He returned his gaze to you, watching as you began talking to more of your friends. 'And speaking of soft and mushy,' He mused to himself, 'You looking so damn perfect tonight, I’m practically bursting at the seams with how much I want to pull you close and kiss your pretty little mouth, taste the sweetness of your lips and-' 

He licked his lips subconsciously, and raised one of your cookies to his lips as a small group of three partygoers walked over to the snack table, laughing at something one of them had said. He gave them the side-eye, listening in on their conversation while also noticing that all three of them had reached out for the cookies. And just like you had said, they each grabbed a few of those store-bought sugar cookies with the orange and green icing. 

Beetlejuice stared down at the snack table, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. Your nice, homemade, Halloween-themed cookies - that were absolutely delicious, and to die for, might he add - had been overlooked and ignored. He didn’t understand it. 

Death-glaring down at those sugar cookies, he wondered why someone would ignore your perfectly wonderful cookies for something so… Seemingly bland in creativity. You had spent a good hour decorating your cookies. For him, it was an injustice. The nerve of some people…

The familiar tingle of mischief coursed through him, and Beetlejuice grinned, getting an idea. 

"How did you two meet?" Ruby Rose asked, dressed in her Halloween costume; Barbie's skater outfit from the Barbie Movie, having replaced the neon yellow, roller-blades with neon yellow high-tops. You, Laria, Ruby Rose, and Bryan were standing near the dancefloor, catching up since it had been a while since the four of you had been all together, and boy, did they all have questions for you.

"Oh, uh, through a mutual friend." You struggled slightly with answering, though it was true. You did originally meet Beetlejuice through Lydia.

"Ooooh! Have you gotten to ‘I love yous’ yet? Who said it first?" Ruby Rose then asked, hopping up and down slightly, her hands clasped at her chest; her eyes practically shimmering. 

You let out a sigh, biting down on your bottom lip, "He did." You muttered, but they heard you, your three friends 'aweing' as you thought back to that night.

It was movie night - watching a cult classic movie - when he just blurted it out. You could tell that he was nervous, a sight that you weren't used to seeing in the demon. He didn't really get nervous. After he blurted it out, he tried to laugh it off, but you knew that he meant it; his usually green hair was bright pink.

You were shocked, pleasantly so, speechless for a moment, but said it back. For a moment, you thought that you had broken him. The pink color in his hair deepened, spreading down onto his beard, the shoulders of his striped suit, and tie. 

But, before you knew it, he ‘popped’ out of the room; teleporting away. Only later did you realize that he probably left because of how vulnerable he was feeling, not knowing how to fully express himself, and even possibly the shock of it all. And you understood.

But, it didn't take long until he was back to his chaotic self. And ever since then, Beetlejuice made it his mission every day to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

"Aside from the dark jokes and somewhat erratic personality..." Bryan began, breaking you out of your thoughts. He was dressed as Thor from the MCU. He took a sip of his drink from his red solo cup, "What else is he like?" 

“Besides the dark jokes and his erratic personality?” You echoed, trying to find the right words to paint a picture of Beetlejuice without revealing too much. “Well, he's just got this power to make anything exciting. Like, the dishes for example. I hate doing them, but he can just turn terribly boring chores into something fun. He's also incredibly charismatic. And very passionate about what he likes to do.” You smiled as a few core memories popped up, “He's also protective, but not in the bad way. He's very loyal and devoted to a fault. He also just loves doing things for me.” You shrugged, feeling your heart warm as you thought more about the love of your life. "And despite his quirks, he’s got a really good heart, and he’s sweet, in his own unique way.” You pressed a hand to your cheek, letting out a small laugh, "I could continue on for hours, just talking about him..."

Ruby Rose tilted her head, a fond smile appearing on her lips. "What about his hobbies? What does he like to do, aside from being a mortician?"

“He’s into a bunch of offbeat stuff - like, he’s got this thing for classic horror movies and old-school rock music. And he’s really into creating these elaborate, almost theatrical surprises for me. Sometimes I come home after a hard day at work and I just find a giant box of chocolates on the kitchen counter or a bunch of flowers." Half of that ending statement was true. Beetlejuice loved to give you gifts, he just - not to beat around the bush here - liked to give you more unique items.

Instead of chocolates and living flowers, well... You'd sometimes come home to dead roses in your vase. Beetlejuice had even once gifted you what he called, 'The Essence Of Chaos,' which was just a small vial on a keychain. Inside, it was just glitter, in different colors, but Beetlejuice swore it was the secret ingredient to his own brand of madness. Then there was even a day when Beetlejuice gifted you a distorted mirror. Like one of those mirrors you’d see in fun houses. Beetlejuice just loved seeing you laugh at the funny faces both you and he would create with it. He called it your 'true chaotic self' mirror.

Most people, if they knew, would probably think his gifts were a bit odd and maybe even creepy at times, but you thought that his gifts just showed you how thoughtful he was. He never gave you thoughtless gifts, that's for sure. To you, these gifts were perfect because they were from Beetlejuice.

Every time you saw the dead roses on your kitchen counter, or caught a glimpse of yourself in that warped mirror in the hallway, it was a reminder that he was always thinking about you, always finding ways to bring a little bit of his world into yours, and make you smile.

At your words, Ruby Rose sighed, "That's so romantic..."

Nodding, Laria spoke, "Yeah, he sounds really great. I bet he wouldn't hesitate to do anything for you."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head lightly. "Trust me, he’s already convinced me of that." You stated, chuckling.

Just then, the 'Monster Mash' was replaced with the alluring strains of Santana’s "Black Magic Woman", and the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. The hypnotic guitar riffs and deep, mesmerizing rhythm filled the air. From across the room, back near the snack table, Beetlejuice’s eyes lit up with mischievous delight, his usual grin widening into a more confident, more knowing smirk as his gaze landed back on you.

Beetlejuice sauntered over to you, his signature smirk stretched across his lips as you turned your head, your attention on him. With a dramatic flourish, he extended his hand, “Ready for a little spellbinding dance, babes?” 

'Speak of the devil...' Your heart fluttered as you bit down on your bottom lip. "We’ll catch up with you three after?" You asked your friends, and they waved you off, nodding, catching a glimpse of their amused expressions before being pulled over to the small dancefloor. 

The crowd's chatter faded into the background as he guided you to the center of the room, his movements exaggerated and theatrical. As the song’s rhythm took hold, Beetlejuice's dance style was a curious mix of seductive and eccentric. He twirled you with flair, his gestures grandiose and also a bit clumsy. 

You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to master a series of spins and twirls. Despite the clumsy moments, there was something undeniably charming about the way he danced. His eyes never left yours, filled with a playful glimmer that made your heart race. 

As the song approached its final notes, Beetlejuice’s movements grew slower, more deliberate. With a grin, he pulled you close, and twirled you out, back in, and over-exaggeratedly dipped you; his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. Your leg lifted gracefully up to his waist, and you found yourself gazing up at him, the world narrowing down to just the two of you.

But, immediately, you grew suspicious. "Beej," You trailed off, your tone soft but accusatory as he pulled you back up. "What did you do?" You asked, briefly glancing around the room, only to see that nothing was out of place, and no one was screaming. Yet.

Beetlejuice’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in closer, barely containing his giggles. “I did something,” He whispered with an almost child-like tone.

You narrowed your eyes. “I know you did something. I can tell, you’re very obvious. What did you do?” You pressed, waiting for his answer.

Before he could respond, a series of exclamations erupted from the partygoers around you.

“Why is there a sugar cookie in my hair!?” Someone shouted, bewildered.

“Seriously! I found one in my pocket! But it's covered in this weird green goo!” Another person called out, pulling the cookie out with a look of confusion.

“Who put a cookie in my cup?” A third voice demanded, holding up the soggy cookie with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. 

Beetlejuice’s laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. “Well, it looks like my little plan worked!” He said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. “I might’ve hidden the sugar cookies in all sorts of places.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed with realization. “You did what?”

“Yep!” Beetlejuice grinned triumphantly. “I figured if people were finding cookies in their hair and drinks, they’d have to eat yours instead of the bland store-bought ones.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting you as you watched the confused partygoers rummaging through their pockets, drinks, and hair. “You’re unbelievable,” You said, shaking your head with a grin.

Beetlejuice chuckled, pulling you close. “And you love me for it! Sometimes a little chaos is just what a party needs. So, I guess bringing me was a good idea."

"Of course, I love you," You cooed, cupping his bearded cheek that was tinged pink, though you doubted anyone else would notice in the dim light of the party. He leaned into your touch, practically purring; there was a rumbling in his chest. "And thank you for sabotaging the corrupt cookie cartel."

Beetlejuice’s eyes sparkled as he gazed at you. “Ah, anything for you, babes!” He then gave a theatrical sigh. "Now, let me show you just how much I appreciate you and your amazing cookies.” He said in a funny, posh accent before he gently grabbed your face with both of his hands and brought you in for a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. 

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Main Masterlist | Beetlejuice The Musical Masterlist

[leo-bj-sof-mw-fan]

Stick around

Beetlejuice x reader

(For male, female, gender neutrals, and mostly anyone!)

“Man, I need some excitement around here. Things are deader than usual.”

Just as he was about to drift off into another bout of self-pity, the air in his run-down abode shifted. A faint chill ran up his spine — something he didn’t feel often. There was someone nearby, and not just any someone. Another ghost.

“Who dares enter the lair of the great and terrible Beetlejuice?” he called out, grinning mischievously, his voice dripping with theatrical bravado. “Prepare yourself for—”

Before he could finish, you stepped out from the shadows, your form shimmering with an ethereal glow. You were a fellow ghost, though unlike Beetlejuice, you carried an aura of calm confidence. Your eyes locked with his, and for a brief second, Beetlejuice felt something strange — a flutter in his non-beating heart.

“Oh, uh, hey there,” Beetlejuice stammered, trying to regain his usual swagger. “Didn’t expect to see another ghost like you around here. Most of ‘em steer clear of the ol’ Bio-Exorcist.”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “I’m not most ghosts.”

Beetlejuice blinked, then his grin returned, wider this time. “Ohoho, I like that! Bold. Mysterious. I could get used to you, pal.”

You took a few steps closer, your eyes never leaving his. “I’ve heard about you. The chaos you cause. But I’m not here to stop you.”

Beetlejuice arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Then what are you here for? Because, uh, I gotta say, you’re easy on the eyes for a dead guy.”

You chuckled softly, your voice smooth like a soft breeze in a haunted house. “I’m here because I’m intrigued by you. All the stories, the madness, the fun. It’s rare to meet someone who enjoys the afterlife as much as you seem to.”

Beetlejuice’s grin turned sly, and he leaned back against the wall, crossing his legs. “Well, well, looks like I’ve got myself a fan. So, what’s your deal, handsome? You looking to join the fun? Cause I could show you a real good time in the Neitherworld.”

Your gaze softened, and Beetlejuice felt that flutter again — this time stronger. There was something different about you, something that made him feel… less alone. You weren’t just another ghost passing through his world. You were someone who got him, who wasn’t repelled by his antics.

“I’m thinking I could stick around,” you said, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “See what kind of trouble we could get into together.”

Beetlejuice’s heart, though long since dead, gave a metaphorical leap. He shot up from the couch, his grin turning downright devilish. “You, me, causing chaos? Now that’s a match made in the Neitherworld! You’re gonna love it here, babe. Stick with me, and we’ll haunt this place in ways they’ve never seen before.”

Without a second thought, you reached out, your hand brushing against his. Beetlejuice’s smirk faltered for just a moment as he felt a jolt of something he hadn’t felt in… well, ever. But being Beetlejuice, he quickly masked it with his usual bravado.

“Come on, handsome. Let’s paint this place dead… in style.”

As you both vanished into the shadows of the Neitherworld, ready to unleash a storm of fun and chaos, Beetlejuice couldn’t help but glance at you from the corner of his eye. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t just looking for a quick laugh or a scare.

He was looking forward to seeing where this haunting partnership would lead.

[jack-the-lamplighter]

I recently discovered an old beetlejuice au of mine and bc i'm kinda bored i'm gonna explain it here :>

(^ my friend made this for me cuz i couldn't draw for shit back then but these are the old design. I dunno if i should change them or keep them this way so y'all can decide)

The au starts with a bored reader that who decides to summon their friend Beetlejuice (Alex) but instead of just him showing up 2 others that look just like him but slightly different appear too. The other two explain that they come from another universe and aren't supposed to be there. Reader helps them find a way back to their old universe. Because it's so confusing for all of you that they're all called beetlejuice you give them the names Justin, Will and Alex. As the story progresses reader develops a crush on all of them but doesn't tell them untill Will and Justin find a way back. When reader told them they confessed that they all felt the same way. Both of them decide to stay for a little longer before finally returning to their own universes. They do visit you and Alex often tho

Characters:

Will

He might be tired 24/7 but that doesn't mean he can't cause trouble. He is the tamest one of the three tho. Switch but bottom most of the time. The second tallest off all of you, he's about 6ft :3 Often picks either you or Alex up to cuddle with. He doesn't do it with Justin cuz when he tried Justin freaked out and bitch slapped him across the face.

Alex

This motherfucker never sleeps. The chaotic gremlin of the bunch. Justin constantly teases him because he's so short (5ft 7 inches) will absolutely adores the fact that he's so small tho. Defenetly a top but wouldn't mind being bottom. He's clingy as fuck and loves it when Will picks him up. He either hangs on the side of the bed or lays on top of one of you if he does sleep (so not often)

Justin

The only one Reader trusts to use a stove. This guy is tall as hell about 6'4. Switch but tops alot. Always reminds everyone of the stuff they need to do. Him and Alex always prank everyone that steps foot in the house. Wine aunt vibes at first but turns out to be more of a cool older cousin. Know all the drama around everyone. I mean this guy lives for drama me too dude

Reader

Is like a babysitter to them. They love them but for the love of god give this dude a break. Second shortest coming in at about 5'10. Preffers being a bottom but love seeing Alex and Will melt under them. Talks about how much they love Alex, Will and Justin but that they're so exausting sometimes to Lydia and the Maitlands. Touch starved me too

That's all for now ^w^ i think i might write a short fic on this au

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

'You promised!' Broadway BJ x Reader

WOOOO I DID IT

Here you go! I had quite a hard time with this one, but I like how it turned out 😊

Request by: Saddled-On-Stars

You promised! Musical!Juice x Reader

‘Y/N are you DONE?!’ Beetlejuice whined, pouting with his arms crossed as he floated in the air at the edge of your desk. You rolled your eyes. ‘No. That’s the third time you’ve asked in the last half hour. Besides, this absolutely HAS to get done. It's for my honors English class. You gotta wait a little longer.’ He sighed dramatically. ‘If you make me wait much longer I'm gonna haveta take matters into my own hands.’ His cold hands ghosted over your back and settled on your shoulders; Leaning over so his face was right next to yours with a leering smile that would look almost threatening if you didn't know the specter.

You playfully shoved him, making him tumble back and flail around in the air for a minute, arms outstretched to recapture his balance. ‘If you’re gonna keep pestering me… Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beet-’

The strangest feeling of your lips suddenly became incredibly dry. They smacked with a sticky sounding ‘shmpop’ ‘twice before being unable to open your mouth at all. ‘Mmph-hpmm-mphhh!!’ (translation-’No, no-unzip my mouth right now, Beetlejuice!’)

With a snap of his fingers you were face up on the bed in your pajamas. Wait-these aren't yours. ‘Mphhph?’ You pointed to the black and white top (which was much shorter and thinner than necessary) he had put you in. A touch of sheepishness passed over his smug expression. “You look sexy in stripes.” His shocking green hair began to shift to a light shade of pink as he stretched over you to settle in under the covers. His arms wrapped around you in an almost protective gesture. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, making you shiver from the chill that emanated from the bio-exorcist’s skin.

As much as you wanted to stay mad, the feeling of your bodies pressed together and the low murmurs of contentment Beej was making made a warm, gooey feeling fog up your brain. He turned to look at you with the smuggest, dopiest smile plastered on his face. ‘Still want me to leave ya alone?’ He snapped his fingers with a flourish, and the stickiness of your mouth eased enough to allow you to part your lips.

Aw, heck. You aren't making progress on your essay anyway. ‘No, I like this better’, you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His now completely light pink hair deepened to a magenta and practically giggled. ‘I thought so. Now cuddle me until I fall asleep.’

[imagination-phantom]

I wish I had someone like you, I’m so sick of crying, I’m so sick of being alone too.

[robotic-rin]

Psychosomatic Freedom (To Your Head)

(Beetlejuice x Reader)

Summary: Renting out the spare bedroom in the Maitland/Deetz mansion was wacky enough when you found out you’d be living with real life ghosts, but things only got more intense when a certain demon was thrown into the mix as well. Not only does he pride himself on annoying you whenever you’re busy, but he chooses to do so in ways that make you regrettably very horny for him. You do well at keeping your flustered reactions under control when you’re around him, but please try to remember that he WILL appear if you say his name three times, no matter the context or intent.

Word Count: 13,840

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: horny demon escapades, a dash of praise kink, even smaller dash of humiliation kink if you squint, beetlejuice being a bastard but he also whimpers, hurt/comfort, emotionally vulnerable handjobs, afab reader (no gendered terms are used aside from beej referring to reader’s “tits” bc of him being the way that he is), tried to limit my use of (y/n) but it is in there, monster fangs/tongues, overuse of bj’s mood ring hair, beetlejuice is so annoying that he loops back around into being majorly fuckable

Author’s Note: it’s finally happened. i’ve been meaning to write this fic for years, and i finally gathered the willpower to write it all out. i don’t know if i properly followed the post-musical summoning rules but tbh i just wrote this bc i wanna fuck beetlejuice and i didn’t do a lot of lore checking, apologies. i hope y’all enjoy regardless, this demon needs to be dommed so bad and i was more than happy to provide the scenario. anyways, you know the drill: if you’re good with all the tags and are 18+, please enjoy!

You can’t clearly remember the moment you realized that taking up residence in the Maitland/Deetz household was going to be more than you bargained for. The living family was eccentric enough, let alone the fact that they were currently cohabiting with a friendly ghost family. You had to be willing to accept a lot of zany things very quickly when you went in to sign the paperwork to rent out the mansion’s spare bedroom, and you’d say that you’ve taken everything in stride so far, all things considered. Charles and Delia Deetz were nice enough and stayed out of your business just as you did with theirs. They had been a bit strapped for cash after their investment in a gated neighborhood fell through, and it seemed as though they were happy enough to make some money off of renting out their guest bedroom to a sane person who mostly kept to themself. It was a win for everyone, so you got along just fine. Their daughter, Lydia Deetz, was less into staying out of your way, but she wasn’t rude about it by any means. She seemed to just be an eccentric teen who was curious about the person living in her house, and you’d gladly indulge her out-of-the-box conversation topics about the newest death metal bands and join her for an occult ritual or two. Classic teen stuff.

Of course, sharing a house with a living family was one thing, but adding a ghost family to the mix definitely livened things up (ironically). Adam and Barbara Maitland, also known as the previous owners of the house who had suffered a tragic premature death, were not what you expected from real life ghosts. It’s hard to say what you did expect when that bombshell was dropped on you, but it definitely wasn’t two polite suburban Millennials that felt more like a caricature of a couple you’d meet at a vegan farmers’ market than restless spirits haunting their old house. It was a wild day when you met them, assuming that Lydia was having a bit of fun with you when she’d ominously warned you that their house was haunted. But no, she was certainly not, as the couple took your moving-in day as their chance to formally introduce themselves. You didn’t actually believe that they were truly dead until Adam walked through a wall for you days later. Despite being slightly bummed that they didn’t look like the classic ghost with little wispy tails for feet, you were also a bit relieved that, although ghosts definitively exist, they can be just as friendly and unremarkable as any human. Not to say it as a knock against them, you actually found yourself hanging out with the Maitlands more than anyone else in the house. Against all odds, they were the most normal and down-to-earth ones in the whole household, and you were grateful to have them as housemates.

You got to hear all about how they got to the living arrangement they had now, and if you weren’t already rooming with ghosts, you’d have considered it too unbelievable to be true. But you’re glad to hear how well everyone seems to be doing with this new living arrangement, especially Lydia, who it seems had a really rough time of it right after her mom died. All things considered, you were beginning to really enjoy living in such a crazy house with such colorful personalities around you, all unique but living in harmony. Well. At least until he showed up.

You’d been warned that he does this from time to time. Part of their story told how he went from full-on antagonist to the weird uncle of the family, now popping in whenever he felt like it, often unannounced. He always claimed it was just to check in on his favorite mixed-life family, but in reality, it was mostly just to bother everybody.

As long as you live and die, you’ll never forget the first time he’d made one of his surprise visits after you’d moved in. You’d been sitting alone at the long dining room table, minding your own business as you typed away at important work on your laptop, fully lost in your task. Important files for your work lined your screen, all perfectly organized and sorted through after a long day’s work. But then, with no warning, your laptop’s display had changed to a blue screen, causing your eyes to widen in horror as you realized that it had fully died on you and probably lost all of your progress. You felt yourself choke out a horrible sound of despair, before a hand seemingly appeared from nowhere and pulled the blue screen back as though furling up a classroom projector screen, revealing your undisturbed desktop behind it.

“Woah, that was almost a really expensive mistake,” a gruff but playful voice laughed, coming from right next to you. “I forget how touchy technology can be when it comes to spirit energy. My bad, heh.”

You had whipped your head to the side to see a disheveled-looking man with bright green hair dressed in a black-and-white striped suit that looked like it needed to be washed and dry cleaned about 10 years ago. He was grimy, but almost purposefully grimy. Like it was part of his aesthetic. You’d seen some wild happenings in this house, but the sudden materialization of this random weird guy in the dining room was the first to leave you speechless.

“W-what…how…you just….” If first impressions truly were everything, he’d surely always think of you as the pinnacle of eloquence.

The stranger grinned at your reaction, obviously a bit pleased with himself. “No words, huh? Wouldn’t be the first time, I do tend to inspire that reaction in people. My undeniable charms aside, who are you? Some long-lost Deetz cousin visiting from WhoTheFuckKnowsVille or something?”

You finally regained enough of your speech abilities to respond just in time. “Uh, no. Just…renting the spare bedroom. No relation.” There was a moment of silence as he looked at you inquisitively, before you remembered your manners. “Um, I’m (Y/N). Am I right to assume that you’re Beetlejuice?” Hey, why do I need to have manners after he almost just fried my laptop? Your bitter thoughts go unfortunately unanswered.

He looked positively elated at your words, his dark eyes visibly lighting up as he sidled up next to you in your chair, ignoring the fact that it was clearly only made for one person. “Oh, wonderful! I get to skip the charades part with you. You’re already my new favorite person just for that, you don’t know how much I hate playing guessing games when the answer hasn’t changed in hundreds of years. But yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out. Unless you want to see me. Then all you gotta do is say it three times in a row, and I’m there, baby. Morning or night, rain or shine.” Boy, this guy talks a lot.

You nodded slowly, still bewildered. “Ah, alright. Sounds good. Did you…need anything?” You couldn’t, for the life of you, get an idea of what Beetlejuice would be doing here.

He huffed noncommittally. “Well, usually I come around to see everyone here, since the Netherworld gets reeeaaaalllly boring. But lately, Lydia’s gone so much at school, and my old flames Adam and Barbara don’t always have time for lil ol’ me anymore…” He made a pitiful little face and rested his head on your shoulder, acting like a kicked dog. Despite his bad manners and lack of personal space, you felt a piece of yourself feel bad for the demon. Looking back, that was your first mistake.

“Hey, don’t be upset. I know we just met, but if you come by and nobody’s here, I could always…hang out? For a bit?” And that was mistake number two.

His full demeanor shifted in an instant, as though you’d activated a switch on him that could never be turned off. “Really? You’d spend time? With me?” For a demon, he did have very effective puppy dog eyes. If you weren’t locked in on what you said before, you had to be now, looking him in the eye as he turned his full body towards you, inches from your face.

“Sure, I’m usually just hanging out around the house getting work done anyway. I could use a little company sometimes.” It felt more like you were talking yourself into this decision rather than him.

“Oh friend, you won’t regret it! We’ll have such a nice time together, I can just feel it. Don’t ask where, heh.” He pulled out a small business card from thin air and slid it smoothly between your fingers. “And remember babes, you want me, you just call my name. I wouldn’t keep someone as smokin’ as you waiting. Not like I have a choice.” Snickering to himself, he’d disappeared in a flash, leaving you with your head spinning as you wondered exactly what you’d agreed to.

As time passed, you found that you didn’t even need to call his name for Beetlejuice to show up in the middle of your day and start pestering you. Eventually, it got to a point where, even when the other members of the family were around, he’d still choose to hang around you over them at times. After a good while, you got to a point where you nearly forgot that calling his name three times would summon him due to how often he popped in of his own volition with no warning at all. And somehow, he only ever seemed to do this on days where you had something that really needed to get done, never just on a day where you were already lazing about on the couch and eating snacks. No, instead, he acted like a bored cat with no sense of responsibility whose only goal was to distract you, and it’s a goal that he prided himself in succeeding at through various methods. Turning your pencil into a baby sandworm, making the keys on your laptop keyboard detach and float away, grabbing whatever you’re working on and zipping it up in a pocket dimension for a few minutes. One time, he straight up ate an important stack of papers from your desk whole because you weren’t looking when he told you he was about to do a cool trick. Anything to rile you up and steal your attention for a bit.

You find yourself in another situation like that on today of all days, when you’re swamped in assignments and don’t have a moment to spare. You can already feel his unseen eyes watching you as you sit hunched over your large desk-vanity, checking out what you’re up to before he acts. You’ve developed almost a sixth sense for detecting him when he’s invisible at this point, but somehow knowing that he’s secretly here just makes your heart race faster. There’s no feeling quite like trying to predict the first move of a master scarer while he’s in the room, but you quickly decide to put a stop to it today.

“I know you’re there, Beetlejuice,” you say, clear and stern. It would really emphasize how serious and non-playful you’re feeling today, if not for the way the corners of your mouth turn upwards of their own accord. Fight though you might, your body always gives away how much you enjoy the little games you two play. You allow your eyes to slowly wander away from your glowing laptop screen to stare at the large mirror in front of you, hoping to catch a glimpse of his figure lurking behind you and catch him before he can put whatever plan he has into action. Just as you’re scanning the reflection for anything that seems off, your vision is engulfed by a sharp toothy grin manifesting in front of you from within the mirror.

“Boo.”

He can barely get the first syllable out uninterrupted before you’re screaming and jumping back so far that you nearly fall backwards out of your chair, only catching your balance at the last moment. You turn your fiery gaze up to his smug face, still sticking halfway out of your mirror.

“You rat bastard!” You’re panting so hard that you can’t even think of a clever insult for him outside of playground swears, which only seem to egg him on.

He flutters his eyelashes innocently. “Aww, you liked it that much? Well, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. There’s plenty more where that came from, heh.” He sticks a long, snake-like striped tongue out of his mouth as if to cheekily punctuate his statement.

Despite yourself, you feel your face beginning to flush at his suggestive behavior and turn your back on the mirror to conceal your expression. You don’t want to admit it, but over the past few months, you had developed an issue even bigger than the simple annoyance of a demon constantly pestering you: you found yourself feeling really attracted to Beetlejuice’s stupid face and mannerisms. Even though he was insufferable, he was also undeniably cute and charismatic in a strange way, and he always managed to get you riled up in more ways than one through his teasing. This would only make you all the more bothered by his antics, which in turn would make him want to press your buttons even more. It was a vicious cycle that only ever ended up in you feeling a unique mix of irritated and hot under the collar after he left. Why, why was I cursed with attraction to this rude little gremlin man? He’s gross, and crude, and annoying…and yet.

You wrinkle your nose to dismiss your thoughts, still looking away from Beetlejuice. “So did you come just to make sure I don’t get these assignments turned in on time, or what?”

“Or…what.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him slide out of the mirror like a long snake, coming back up to full height standing next to your chair. “You know how lonely I get in the stupid Netherworld, so checking up on my faaaavorite little breather is a great way to fill my social meter.” He gets a little too close to your ear, stretching out that “favorite” into almost a growl, and you practically stop breathing trying to minimize the shiver that overtakes your body. Fuck this guy’s stupid sexy voice.

Hoping he didn’t notice your reaction, you turn your body to face him and stand up from your chair defiantly, face to face with his usual shit-eating grin. “What, you just don’t talk to anybody else in this house anymore? It feels like you only ever visit me nowadays, and I really have no idea what I’ve done to be cursed with the privilege of being your favorite human.”

Beetlejuice looks up thoughtfully, as though truly trying to figure out how this relationship came to be, bringing his face closer still to yours. “Well, you are the only person who’s ever voluntarily offered to spend quality time with me.” The answer is so earnest and straightforward, it steals the next witty retort from your lips and you just gawk at him, inches away. His eyes quickly dart down. “Hm, plus, you do have the best tits I’ve seen in a few centuries.” There it is.

You roll your eyes and groan, gently pushing his face away from you with your entire hand, only for him to lick a long stripe down your palm with his tongue. “Ugh, you are so gross!” You relent and move to wipe your hand on your shirt instead.

“Only for you, babes,” he coos with half-lidded eyes.

“That is demonstrably false.”

“Ok fine, how about: especially for you?”

“Well, it’s closer to the truth at least.” You fold your arms and cock your head. “What did you wanna do, then?”

“Oh, you should know better than to give me so much control here, (Y/N). There’s a lotta things I’d like to do with you.” He runs his tongue over fanged teeth teasingly, causing your heart to race once again. Beetlejuice really is a demon without a doubt, because he’s perfectly created my own personal hell. He must be some kind of divine punishment for my wrongdoings. A sexy demon who flirts with me endlessly, and I have to just be normal about it because there’s no way he’s serious. Maybe I burned down orphanages in a past life to deserve this.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’d probably turn me inside out or something fucked up if you got the freedom of choice. I’ll pick, then.” You quickly scan your brain for the quickest, most painless way to get him out of your hair. “How about a game?”

His face lights up with mischief. “Twister?”

“No,” you respond flatly.

“Spin the bottle?”

“No.”

“Hungry Hungry Hippos?”

“N-what? How is that even-“

“Oh, it’s not a euphemism, I just genuinely like that one.”

You sigh in defeat. “Ok, no to all of those. I was thinking more along the lines of The Quiet Game. You sit over there and be quiet, and I sit over here and get my work done, and if you stay quiet the whole time, we can watch a movie or something afterwards.” You say all of this knowing very well that it’s a pipe dream. Even if he were to be totally silent, Beetlejuice would have no problem finding new and inventive ways to torment you. He’s quite talented at that, as both of you are keenly aware.

Upon hearing your proposal, Beetlejuice furrows his brow and wrinkles his nose in a way similar to a petulant child about to throw a tantrum. “The Quiet Game? Are you serious, I-hmph, well, I can tell when I’m not wanted! I don’t need your pity games, I have plenty of exciting and important work things to do myself, like…um. Well, I’d have to check my dossier, but I’m sure there’s plenty of ‘em!” He spins away from you dramatically, drooping his shoulders to appear more pathetic. It works, unfortunately.

Your gaze softens slightly as you take a step towards him. “Beej, c’mon, it’s not that I don’t wanna hang out, I just really need to finish-“

“Yeah, yeah, human work, I know it.” He whirls around to poke at your chest accusingly. “Well, don’t let me be a roadblock to you, Professor Workaholic. I’ll remove myself from your esteemed presence. Just don’t come crawling back to me when you’ve worked yourself to death! I’ll be too busy. Filing shit. Or whatever.” His voice warbles at the end, and you’re not entirely sure if he’s doing it on purpose or not. He’s not the easiest guy to read, though you do think you catch a flash of purple streaking its way through his otherwise green hair. Without giving you time to respond, Beetlejuice pulls out a pair of scissors and snips a long hole in reality, stepping through it with one last pitiful look at you before flipping you off and stitching it up behind him, causing it to blip out of existence.

Just like that, he’s gone, and you quickly realize that you may not have wanted this outcome as much as you’d thought. He’s a bit abrasive, but he’s not wrong. A break would’ve been good for me, and spending time with him is always…a lot, but never boring. We always have fun together. You groan to yourself, frustrated that your brain has decided to come around only after Beetlejuice had already dipped. Damn, I shouldn’t have let him leave.

Seeing no point in taking a break on your own, you sigh, sit back down, and attempt to keep trucking through your work. It’s mind-numbingly dull, and you keep finding your brain wandering off to thoughts of Beetlejuice. His poor little demon schtick really does work, I can’t stand to think about how sad he looked as he was leaving. His big, expressive eyes…how cute and proud of himself he looked after successfully scaring me earlier…his pointy tongue running across those sharp fangs. Fuck… You find yourself blushing at the mere memory of that last one, your conscious mind pleading that you stop finding it as sexy as you do. But try as you may, there’s no changing the fact that Beetlejuice’s playful antics paired with his handsome face have spelled your doom. You’re down bad, worked up, and all alone. Well, looks like this work won’t be getting done because of Beetlejuice even without him here. Fuck it.

Giving in to your body’s demands, you stand up from the desk chair and head over to your bed, taking your pants off on the way and tossing them haphazardly into a corner to start gathering wrinkles. You have bigger things on your mind at the moment; specifically, imagining what Beetlejuice’s long tongue might feel like dragging across your skin. Feeling goosebumps beginning to rise already, you recline onto the bed and slip your hand into your underwear, wasting no time as you begin rubbing slow circles into your clit. You’re almost embarrassed at the fact that you’re already fairly wet just from thinking about him, but then again, it’s not really that surprising. Ok, yeah, this is exactly what I needed. Well, maybe not exactly. If it was perfect, he’d really be here fucking me. The mere idea of that causes your fingers to speed up their ministrations, attempting to replicate the pleasure your mind is imagining in real time. You’ve been here before, touching yourself at the thought of having sex with that demon, but it’s starting to happen more often than you’d care to admit.

Ignoring your inner voice of shame, you focus your whole energy on getting yourself off, your hips twitching involuntarily as you continue. You’re audibly panting at this point, chasing your release at a fast pace. No need for slow pleasantries, this is just about me relieving some tension. Once I’m done, maybe I’ll actually be able to focus on something besides him. Maybe.

After a short while, you can quickly feel your release approaching as you continue to think of him. You’re so close, you can tell that you’re starting to lose yourself. You imagine his big brown eyes looking up at you, expression clouded with lust. “Mm, Beetlejuice…” His pointed fangs scraping your inner thighs… “Beetlejuice…” His lewd face as you suck his cock... “Beetlejuice!”

“Well, well, well, look who decided to come crawling ba-“

Pulled from the brink, you practically jump straight up in the air from where you lay in bed as you hear a familiar voice, too authentic to be fantasy. You snap your head up to see Beetlejuice standing at the foot of your bed, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them and streaks of hot pink just starting to tint his hair.

You quickly regain your senses and pull up the covers. “B-BEETLEJUICE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Beetlejuice, however, is not as fast on the recovery. “I…you…” Slack-jawed and speechless, he stutters out a few syllables that somewhat resemble words before shaking his head as if to clear his brain. “H-hang on, you’re the one who summoned me!”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, I…” Your world suddenly comes crashing down on you with the weight of a thousand bricks. “…did. Oh, God, I did…” Your face begins to turn red hot, the obvious implications of this scenario making you want to pass away on the spot. Nope, not even death would help me get out of this one.

You can practically see the gears in Beetlejuice’s head turning, albeit slowly. “You…you summoned me? You called out my name three times. While…” The sudden lightbulb moment is very visible as his hand moves to cover his mouth and dozens more streaks of neon pink suddenly overtake his hair, his face darkening to match. For a moment, you worry that you’ve broken him, only for the demon to finally meet your gaze with a goofy grin that only spreads wider by the moment. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Obviously, dipshit!” You grab a decorative pillow from next to you and toss it at his head, which he easily dodges. You can only think to react with righteous indignation, despite the fact that this situation really is entirely your fault. Probably a defense mechanism to shield yourself from the fact that you’d really love to melt into a puddle on the floor right now.

Beetlejuice, on the other hand, seems far more elated about this than you’d ever expected, practically jumping around for joy. “You do! You really do like me! And it’s gotta be a lot, considering the fact that you like me enough to call out my name when you masturbate, heh. Do you do that often, or did I just do really well at seducing you today?” He strikes a mock sexy pose as if to prove his point.

Despite the added embarrassment of him calling you out so easily, you sit up straighter and raise an eyebrow inquisitively. “You’re…not mad?”

Beetlejuice looks practically bewildered at the very notion. “Me? Mad? Why would I be mad? I’ve been flirting with you so hard that I was offering to drop your panties since the day we met, and you think I’d be mad to see that you wanted it to happen just as bad as I did? Wow, you humans really are funny sometimes.”

“Wait, you were being serious? I thought you acted like that with everyone.”

He opens his mouth to defend himself, closes it after a moment of silence, and then moves to coyly rub his neck instead. “Ok, yeah, when you put it like that, I can see where the confusion comes in here. But yes, I meant everything I said! And I mean everything, babes.” He waggles his eyebrows for ridiculous punctuation.

You blink up at him in shock. No fucking way this is happening. No way is this demon freely admitting that he wants to have sex with me right back, no jokes anywhere to be seen. This must be a dream.

But Beetlejuice is still standing at the end of your bed, real as ever, and beginning to look more than a little bit antsy. “So, um…you gonna invite me to join you, or just make me watch? ‘Cuz to be honest, I, uh, wouldn’t hate either outcome here, so long as I can stay.”

You have a decision to make. You could say his name three times right now to banish him and never speak of this incident again as long as you both shall live and die, or you could finally get to live out the fantasies that have been plaguing you ceaselessly as of late. In the end, it isn’t even really a choice when the best answer is so easily clear.

Your eyes flick up to meet his. “Come here. On your knees.”

Beetlejuice’s face lights up at this command. “Oho, you don’t have to ask me twice!” With that, he practically dives to the floor at your bedside, looking up at you expectantly.

You smile slightly, turning to face Beetlejuice and slide your lower torso out from under the sheets to hang your legs off the side of the bed. Before he can say something lewd, you move to cup his face with your hands. Immediately, he seems taken aback at your gentle action from the stunned, blinking look on his face. Smiling softly, you begin rubbing his beard with your thumbs in a way that makes his eyes roll back into his head a bit. Boy, is he touch-starved. Let’s fix that.

Without another word, you lean in and bring your lips to his, giving him a fairly sweet kiss that he absolutely melts into. You never would’ve expected it of a demon, but Beetlejuice really does have the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and returns the energy you give him tenfold. It’s pretty cute how much a simple kiss seems to affect him, and you aren’t complaining as you feel his sharp teeth scrape your lips, either. You part your lips a bit to allow his tongue entrance, and he accepts the invitation immediately. His inhumanly long tongue slips in your mouth, wrapping around and rubbing against your tongue almost like a tentacle or other complex appendage. You scrunch up your face at the intrusion, not bad, but strange how it feels as though it’s investigating your mouth of its own accord, prodding and rubbing at you. It’s definitely different from kissing a regular human, but it’s pretty hot, so you’re not complaining by any means. After a few moments, you feel the need to break away and come up for air, panting for breath while Beetlejuice just kneels there in front of you motionless, like he’s just had a particularly amazing out-of-body experience.

After getting a good amount of air into your lungs, you give a small fond smile at his flustered demeanor. “Oh, Beetlejuice, I’m sorry I was so dismissive of you earlier,” you soothe, moving one hand to stroke his neon hair. “You were really just looking out for me, weren’t you?”

He audibly gulps. “Y-yeah…”

“Aw, you really are sweet. I shouldn’t have been so mean to you, baby.”

The more affectionate words you say, the less composed he is as he speaks, made clear by his bright red face and dopey grin. “Heh, s’okay…I kinda like it when you’re mean to me…” Beetlejuice averts his gaze and sinks his face into your hand as he says this. His words are so muffled that they’re almost unintelligible, but you manage to make them out just fine.

“Oh? You do? You really like it when I’m mean to you?” He nods his head quickly, still looking down in embarrassment. Well, this is already going better than I could’ve ever hoped. “Hm, I think I can do that for you. How about you show me how good that tongue really feels, to start off?” You spread your legs suggestively, his head at the perfect level.

Beetlejuice bites his lip in anticipation, his shyness melting away as he’s reminded of getting you off. “Oh yeah, I’ll show you, alright. You have no idea what you’re in for, babes. I’m well-known for my skills in this field, you’ll have the time of y-mmph!” His blathering is interrupted by you grabbing the black tie that hangs around his neck and tugging him closer to you with a swift motion, drawing a whimper from the demon.

“Can’t talk and eat pussy at the same time.”

“Mm, y-you underestimate my abilities…” Beetlejuice always has to have the last word, but he at least doesn’t waste any more time. Tentatively, he slides both of his clawed hands up from your knees to your inner thighs, spreading your legs a bit more to allow more room for his head to fit between them. Your underwear is still on, albeit completely soaked through, which he seems to note with a quiet smug look up at you. In one swift move, he hooks two clawed fingers from each hand around the narrowest strip of the fabric on the sides of your thighs and pulls the garment down slowly, never once breaking eye contact. You’re filled with a nerve-wracking sensation of nakedness as he does this, not just physically, but on a deeper level too. You never realized how deeply revealing it is to have someone watching your expression so shamelessly, gauging your exact reaction as he undresses you. It makes you feel transparent and fully see-through, like a ghost.

Finally, Beetlejuice slips your underwear off of your body fully, twirling it around one of his fingers in pride before pulling back and slingshotting it away with reckless abandon. Returning his head to rest right between your thighs, where there is nothing blocking him from his goal now. You half-expect a stupid remark now that he’s finally right where he’s been aching to be, but he takes you by surprise by just staring at your body in silent reverence for a moment. It’s almost eerie to hear such a long silence from Beetlejuice, who’s made it his full-time career to annoy you up to this point, but it’s kind of flattering at the same time. After a few beats, he seems to shake himself out of his own stupor and looks up at you with a more familiar lopsided smirk.

Before either of you can say anything, he seems to remember that he was given a job to do and begins to unfurl that tongue that you’ve been daydreaming so much about. At full length, it’s about a foot long, forked and striped, always looking like it’s moving of its own accord like a dark slimy tentacle. You’ve seen him loll it out before, so you know good and well what it looks like, but that was always when Beetlejuice was trying to entertain you by acting silly or creepy. In a situation like this, however, it was almost enough to make you feel faint. Consequences be damned, this is the best decision I’ve ever made.

Ever a creature of impatience, Beetlejuice leans down to lick a long, slow stripe starting at the bottom of your pussy and working his way to the top, right up the middle. As soon as he makes contact, you feel as though an electric shock has shot through your lower abdomen. The first thing that your mind registers is how surprisingly cold his tongue is. Sometimes you forget that he’s not a living human and doesn’t have the natural warmth that you’ve come to expect from people. Instead, his body has a natural chilliness to it, and you’ve wondered before if that’s a demon trait or just a Beetlejuice-specific quirk. Either way, the feeling of his long, cold tongue on your pussy is delightfully shocking enough to excite you even more than you could’ve ever expected. He gives another long lick and your hips buck in time without any input from your conscious mind, and you cover your mouth to stifle a moan. Is it just because I was already close, or is Beetlejuice’s tongue actually just the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life?

You don’t get much time to consider this, however, as Beetlejuice notices your full-body reaction, chuckles darkly, and quickly dives back in for more. This time, he’s in it to prove himself, pushing more of his long tongue out to efficiently swirl all around your pussy, going at a speed that would be impossible for a normal human with a normal-length tongue. It’s practically chaotic, but it feels so all-consumingly good that you throw your head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. You reach to grab at his hair, which only seems to spurn him on to move faster, his tongue practically spasming as it writhes against you. It brushes over your inner thighs, your entrance, your clit, practically all of the above at once because of its length, and it’s starting to bring you back to your precipice at an alarming rate.

“F-fuck, Beej…don’t stop, whatever you do, please...” You pull at his hair with more force, putting some power behind your command and drawing a needy whine from the demon. To his credit, he doesn’t stop, and seems to be doing his best to speed up his already-fast work.

If his expression is anything to go by, Beetlejuice seems to take a deep pride in how greatly he’s affecting you in such little time, and he whimpers out little words in between his ministrations. “You-“ He laps at your clit with his pointed tip. “Taste-“ He teases your entrance with the broad side of his tongue. “Delicious…” He draws most of his tongue back into his mouth, only to learn forward to suck on your clit with his whole mouth, his beard tickling your inner thighs as he does.

You’re beyond the point of words, but your thighs tighten around his head to wordlessly show him how close you are. You close your eyes to find a moment’s reprieve from the overstimulation, but when you reopen them, you inadvertently lock eyes with Beetlejuice as he continues to suckle at your clit. You’re blown away by the intense way he looks up at you; his eyelashes are obscuring his eyes in a way that makes him look absolutely beautiful, and weirdly enough, almost sweet and innocent at this angle. This is the moment when you distantly realize you’ve fully lost your mind, but you don’t have long to come to terms with your newfound insanity as your orgasm builds at an exponential rate. Suppressing a lewd sound, you grab fistfuls of his hair, grappling for any sort of leverage as your hips begin to buck against his face and your orgasm is suddenly crashing down on you with the force of a tidal wave. You lean down and wrap your arms around him for fear that you may topple over, still keeping the same tight grip on his hair, which causes his head to pull back forcefully and his face to turn upwards. Your nails dig into his scalp as you ride out the pleasure, eventually releasing his hair when you collapse against his form, your arms draping over his back and chest pressed to his head, feeling boneless and overwhelmingly good. You lean against him for a good few moments, trying to catch your breath and sit back up at the same time.

Beetlejuice stirs slightly beneath you. “No need to rush. I’m doing great right where I am right now. Really, take your time.” You raise an eyebrow, only to quickly realize that your chest is, in fact, pressed directly up against his face. You snort, but remain still for the moment. The only movements in your body are the intense thumps of your heart and the gentle stroking of your hands in Beetlejuice’s hair. After what feels like minutes, you finally pull away from him and prop yourself upright to survey the situation. Specifically, you take in eyefuls of the demon trembling below you, who is looking up at you with a hazy Cheshire grin, licking his lips and very obviously straining against his pants.

You grin salaciously down at where Beetlejuice kneels, reveling in how much you’ve already affected him. “Aw, I bet you’ve been so horny this whole time and still ate me out first without a word. What a good boy.”

His eyes widen. “Fuck, babes…” Beetlejuice openly palms at his clothed dick, making you start to feel warmth between your legs yet again. “S-say that again.”

“That’s not how you ask for something.”

His eyes dart downward as he lets out a shaky sound beneath you, then slowly tilts his head up to meet your gaze. “Please.” The way he whines out the plea is enough to get you a little bit drunk on power. Jesus Christ, this man is gonna be the death of me.

“That’s my good boy.” You hold back a shiver at his immediate and audible reaction. “You really must have wanted this for awhile, the way you’re doing everything I tell you to do so well.”

Beetlejuice moans softly, making no effort to stifle it. “W-well, you did summon me, doll. It’s my job now to make sure you’re totally happy with my work. So, whaddaya say…satisfied with my professional work ethic yet?” He sticks the tip of his tongue out teasingly, eyes lidded.

You giggle at his antics, just as present during sex as they are always. If anything, you’re impressed with his restraint since, so far, he hasn’t pulled any wild reality-bending nonsense to fuck with you while he’s…well, fucking you. “Oh, absolutely. I’d give you a five star review on LinkedIn, no doubt about it.”

He snickers, smiling so wide that his fangs are easily visible. “Hell yeah.”

Looking at him fondly, you move your right hand to untangle itself from his hair and move to scratch at his beard, which Beetlejuice leans into appreciatively. “But y’know, I’m not selfish. You seem a little worked up there, huh? I’d never leave my favorite demon to deal with that all by himself, especially after how good you were to me.” Your hand moves down from his beard, coming to rest on his chest. “How’s about it then, bug boy? You want my hands on your cock?”

Beetlejuice’s big brown eyes are as wide as saucers, and his hair is so vibrantly hot pink that you’re sure it would be blinding in better lighting. “Yes. Please. Oh God, (Y/N), I need you so bad. If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna die and go to whatever’s after the Netherworld, I’m serious.”

“Well, I definitely don’t want that!” You sigh fondly at his dramatics, then pat the space on the bed next to you. “Come on up, I want you right here with me. And lose some of those clothes on the trip up, you’re making me feel underdressed for the occasion.”

“Y-yeah, I can do that.” He wasn’t lying, you really don’t have to ask him twice. He immediately begins shrugging off his iconic striped jacket and slips his suspenders from his shoulders, leaving only his partially-unbuttoned undershirt and tie on below it. He crawls up onto the bed and sits back next to you, mirroring your posture with an air that’s much more shy. Once he’s up, he unbuttons his striped pants and pulls them down enough for his growing erection to be free of their confines, though still trapped in his underwear (also striped, points for staying true to theme). You’d have expected Beetlejuice to be overly confident and full of himself in a situation like this, but now that you’re both in it, this reality-bending, all-powerful demon looks…small. Nervous. Averting your gaze. You feel a need to reassure him overtake you.

“Hey, Beetlejuice? You alright? I know I talk big, but…we don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” You rest a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Beetlejuice snaps his head up towards you with a wary expression. “No, it’s not that I…I mean, it’s just that…even though I say it, I’ve never…really…” He pauses his jumbled words to collect his thoughts. “It’s different…to have attention on yourself…I guess.” He sighs in frustration and looks away. “Ugh, this is ridiculous. I do want this, I swear I do. I’m just being…stupid.”

“Hey, this isn’t stupid. I’m serious, don’t say that.” You never would’ve expected this level of self-doubt and anxiety from the demon that literally held everybody else in this house captive during a temper tantrum once, but it just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its war crimes. “What can I do to make it better?”

Beetlejuice looks back to you with a vulnerable expression that you wouldn’t have thought him capable of. “Just…keep doing what you normally do, I guess. Like I said, the problem here is me.” He’s quiet for a contemplative moment. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud, so if you ever tell anybody, I’ll feed you alive to a sandworm. For real.”

“I won’t, I promise.” You cross your heart for good measure, making his eyes soften their wary gaze.

“Ok, the thing is, most people have never really…liked me. I know, I couldn’t believe it either, heh. But it’s true, everyone that’s ever summoned me has just used me up for my power and hated me the whole time while doing it. Even if I tried to roll over and do whatever it took to appeal to them, it never worked, so I figured, might as well just do whatever I want if they’ll hate me either way. So that’s what I’ve done, and it made me kinda…not like me, either. I mean, my own mother thought I was a disappointment, so that’s pretty pathetic, right? The closest I got to a friendship was when Lydia summoned me, but I went and messed that up, too. But…” He pushes his forehead against your shoulder so he won’t have to look you in the eye, purple quickly overtaking his hair. “You seemed to like being around me, right? At least a little bit? And I guess I just didn’t want you to see all of me and decide you…didn’t like it, like everyone else. It’s one thing if I do something for you, but I guess it’s…weirdly scarier to let you do things for me. If you do, it’s like I’m not being…useful, or something. See, you can see how ridiculous this sounds, so that’s why it’s just a me being dumb problem.”

You stay quiet for a moment, taking in Beetlejuice’s first words from vulnerable standpoint with you. You don’t want to say the wrong thing and make him regret ever opening up, so you ponder all of the occasions that you’ve spent time with him and bring your hands up to pet his head reassuringly. He can get on my nerves, but for all of his button pushing, I always look forward to his company. He’s silly, and fun, and even unexpectedly sweet at times. “Well…I can agree that it’s a you being wrong problem, at least. Because I do love being around you, Beetlejuice. And I’m sorry that people have made you feel less-than in the past, but I think they’re idiots for missing out on the fun of getting to know you. You don’t need to be “useful” to keep me from leaving, I want to do nice things for you too, no conditions attached. I like you. I want you. You’re perfect as you are.” You press a tender kiss to his forehead.

If Beetlejuice disagrees, he doesn’t say. Instead, he pushes his face into the crook of your neck, trembling enough that you can feel it against your body. “I love you.”

You try to hide how taken aback you are by his words, electing to wrap your arms around him to conceal it. “I love you too.” And the two of you stay just like that for an impossible to determine amount of time, just holding each other gently. You feel wetness against your neck but say nothing and silently hope that you’re doing this right. He loves me. He really said it himself.

After some time, Beetlejuice pulls back and you can finally look at that cute face you’re so fond of again. His expression is sheepish and his hair painted in a gradient of light pink to magenta, tinges of purple confined to the tips of his hair at this point. “Sorry, I ruined the mood there. Not a lotta guys can have a breakdown with their pants down, but as you can see, I am a man of many talents.” His voice is soft, but sounding steadier and more comfortable than it did a few moments before.

You chuckle softly. “Hey, you didn’t ruin anything. I still had no plans of using you for myself only to leave you high and dry.”

“Heh, you mean it?”

“Of course, I mean, as long as you’re up for it.”

“Oh hell yeah, I can bare my soul and still be horny. I can multitask.” A familiar grin lights up his face at the sound of your laughter, his usual personality returning to him bit by bit.

“Good, I still had a lot of things I wanted to do with you. But seriously, if you change your mind at any point, please just tell me. I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself, so if you’re not ready, that’s ok.” Part of you realizes that he’s an all-powerful demon who could easily put a stop to anything at a moment’s notice if he felt like it, but another part told you to be extra kind and considerate with him. You want him to know that although he could forcibly end anything he disliked with his powers, he didn’t have to feel the need to use force. You would always respect the power of his words just as much.

He raises his eyebrows. “Heh, look at you, caring about me ‘n’ shit. That works for me, but what, are you plannin’ on tying me up and blindfolding me? Some real kinky shibari shit?”

You pretend to think about it, tapping your chin. “Hm, maybe not this time.” You begin kissing along Beetlejuice’s jawline, stubble scratching at your face as you do. You take the moment to scooch the two of you away from the edge and closer to the center of the bed, with him sitting up against your pillows. Once he’s comfortable, you crawl over to straddle his lap, causing him to groan out a beautiful sound below you. You finally remove your top, ridding yourself of your last piece of clothing before getting to work on him.

“Nice,” Beetlejuice half-whispers, having been watching you slowly peel your shirt off as though he were studying for a test.

“Hey, sounds like I might’ve secured myself that five star review too.”

“Oh fuck yeah, by tits alone. Don’t get me started on everything else, they haven’t even invented a grading scale that goes that high yet.”

You giggle, leaning down to softly kiss his lips and scratch at his beard. Beetlejuice immediately melts to your touch and tilts his head up, giving you easy access to begin trailing downward slowly with your kisses. You move to place kisses along his neck, drinking in the soft sounds that are forming in his throat and causing your lips to vibrate ever so slightly from the rumbles beneath them. Taking your sweet time, you kiss down to just above his collarbone and begin loosening his tie to get at him better. Once it’s wide enough, you slip it overtop his head and let it fall onto the sheets, then you unbutton the last few buttons of his undershirt so that that can slide off of his shoulders as well. Mimicking him from earlier, you chuck the shirt away haphazardly with a satisfied grin.

“Hey, watch the suit, doll,” he quips, with absolutely no bite behind the words. If anything, he just seems a bit breathless. I didn’t think he needed to breathe. Is he just doing that to egg me on?

“I’d rather watch what’s under it, thanks.” You scrunch up your nose playfully and return to your barrage of kisses, happy to now have his bare torso to work with.

“Wow. I’d normally roll my eyes at that, but I’m actually kinda flattered that you’re using lines that are so dumb, they sound like they came from me.”

“Yeah, your Beetlejuice-isms are contagious.” Without his suit, you can better admire that his stomach and arms are a good mix of soft and round and chubby but also pretty strong, giving him a really cute body that you’re getting a bit sick of not having your hands on. Immediately moving to rectify the situation, you pepper kisses and lightly suckle along Beetlejuice’s collarbone. You relish in the heavy rise and fall of his chest under you before moving downward to flick your tongue across his nipple. You’re immediately rewarded with a high-pitched gasp as he arches his back slightly, sending you the cutest pleading look right after. You’re unsure if he’s aware of how strong that kind of positive reinforcement is, but he’ll probably figure it out quickly since you’re already dragging your tongue across his nipple again, bringing one hand up to brace yourself against his bicep and trailing the other down his stomach with one slow, featherlight touch.

Beetlejuice snorts out a giggle between his more lewd sounds and covers his stomach protectively. “H-hey, careful now, I’m ticklish…and add that to the list of things you are not allowed to share with anyone, ever, under any circumstances.”

You chuckle. “I promise.” He looks utterly unconvinced but just pouts his lip wordlessly in embarrassment. I’m really not sure if he knows how cute he is and uses it to his advantage or if this just comes naturally to him. Either option is pretty scary. You move your hand back farther down still to finally graze the top of his clothed dick, fingertips dancing lightly against his strained underwear as you move to fully suck on his other nipple.

“Ughh, you’re such a tease,” he chokes out, moving to cover his face with one hand.

You frown. “Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s not fair if you get to look me in the eye while eating my pussy if I can’t do the same for you when I’m being a cocktease.” Begrudgingly, he grumbles something unintelligible and moves his arm out of his face, looking down at you with faux irritation, causing your smile to only widen. “Wow, your face is almost brighter than your hair right now. Wonder what made that happen.” As you speak, you drag your fingers down his shaft with even more pressure, causing him to make a choked sound. Your hips move to grind down on the thigh that you’re currently sitting astride before you can even think twice about it, the quick friction making you bite your lip to hold in a gasp.

“B-babes, I’m begging ya.” Beetlejuice looks unspeakably horny below you, but you can’t quite resist the thrill of making him work for it.

“Huh, that’s weird, cuz I didn’t hear actually any begging at all, Beetlejuice. But that is a good idea, maybe you should try it.”

“Ohhh, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-”

You bark out a laugh at his immediate and visibly desperate response. If he had any pride before, it seems it had vanished the moment that you first touched him. Taking pity, you finally remove his bottoms completely, feeling quiet satisfaction when his cock is freed and you get to see just how hard he really is. It stands fully erect and leaking precum, matching the color of his flushed face perfectly.

“Y’know, when you actually put in the effort, you’re pretty good at playing nice,” you coo, dragging a single finger up his length from bottom to top.

Beetlejuice represses a shiver and instead lets out a low growl. “Careful, I can still flip you over and rail you into the bed ‘til you can’t speak if I feel like it.”

“Not that a little power struggle with you doesn’t sound awesome, but I have a feeling you won’t do that tonight. Like you said, you want me to be mean to you.” You punctuate your sentence by grabbing his twitching dick and lightly squeezing, enough to make him squirm. “You want to see what I’ll do to you if I have control.” As if challenging him to say otherwise, you begin slowly pumping his cock, looking him directly in the eye as you run your hand up and down his shaft.

Beetlejuice breaks eye contact first, unable to hold your intense gaze as he’s slowly pleasured. “M-maybe, but I still have a good memory. Next time I’m in a more dominating kind of mood, you’ll b-be sorry y-mmph!” Whatever he was about to say is quickly silenced by you running your thumb over the slit of his cock and then immediately picking up the pace of your strokes, causing Beetlejuice to descend into a cacophony of moans that he isn’t even attempting to keep at a reasonable volume level.

You pause your ministrations. “Shh, Beej, other people live here! You want Charles to know you’re getting your shit rocked all the way from his home office? Or the Maitlands in the attic?”

He tilts his head to lean further back into your soft pillows, looking as though he’s truly considering his position on the idea. “Mm, well, my brain is telling me you want to hear a no, but my humiliation kink is just giving me a resounding yes.” This little shit.

You sigh and shake your head, only to catch something you’d forgotten on the bed not long ago out of the corner of your eye. Immediately, you’re struck with a wondrous idea. You grab Beetlejuice’s black tie from where it had been strewn across the bed and ball it up in your hand. Beetlejuice watches you carefully with a confused expression, tilting his head at your handiwork. Once finished, your eyes glisten with a mischief usually more common to his face.

“Open.” With a single word, you cause Beetlejuice’s entire expression to shift into one of shock, but certainly not in a bad way. Surprisingly, he doesn’t say a word, only shoots you what you can only describe as a proud, horny grin and opens his mouth wide, saliva practically dripping from his lips and fangs. This turns you on way more than expected, and you find yourself mentally debating with yourself on whether it’s sexy in a gross way or gross in a sexy way, before ultimately coming back to your senses and stuffing the tie into his mouth as a gag before you could think on this any further.

Beetlejuice adjusts the tie with his tongue to properly fit. He tries to speak, but the only thing that ends up coming out is something like, “Mm fhh dmmm.”

You giggle at his attempt. “Well, if you need to tell me anything important, I think you’ll need to take that out first.” He narrows his eyes in a look that very clearly communicates yeah, no shit. But he doesn’t make any attempt to remove it, so it must not have been very important. Satisfied with your new setup, you return your hand to his cock, pumping as slowly as you had been in the beginning to get him started.

Beetlejuice, however, is not having it. He nearly knocks you off of where you’re straddling him by violently bucking his hips up into your hand. You carefully reposition your naked body as he finds a way to smirk at you through his gag, because of course he can do that. If he can’t make noise, he can easily find another way to make his impatience crystal clear to you.

“I’m sure you think you’re funny, but the more time you spend playing bull-rider, the less likely I am to let you cum anytime soon.” Your words immediately cause his hips to twitch upwards, but he seems to keep himself under better control this time. Of course, knowing Beetlejuice, he’ll probably do it again within the minute if he thinks it’ll push your buttons and/or result in you possibly edging him. You decide to cut him off at the pass by grabbing his dick and vigorously jacking him off without any warning. His eyes practically bug out of his head in surprise before high-pitched moans and squeals start to pour out of him, significantly quieted by the gag in his mouth but still plenty audible enough for you to enjoy. And enjoy you do, keeping up your brutal pace as he squirms deliciously under your touch. Not content to be the only one taken by surprise, he grabs at your chest and begins squeezing with reckless abandon, rolling your nipples under his clawed fingers as he lets out a stifled cry. Between focusing on giving the handjob of your life, drinking in Beej’s reactions, and having your nipples roughly played with, you don’t even realize that you’re rocking your naked pussy against his thigh until you can feel your own arousal rising again.

Though you’re certain you could reach another orgasm if you just keep at it, you decide to slow down so your brain doesn’t fizzle out and forget to focus on making your demon happy. Instead, you lift your body up to bring your face right up to his, slowing your hand motions. Before anything else can happen, you spare yourself a moment to really look at Beetlejuice’s face from slightly below, and what you see in his eyes makes you almost cum untouched. He’s desperately close, almost lost in the sensations you’ve wrapped him in, but still anchored tight to you by gaze alone. If he wasn’t gagged, he would almost certainly be begging again, if he could get any coherent words in between his moans. As it stands, he looks like he’d give you anything in the world right now as long as you keep looking at him and keep touching him. And you’re happy to oblige.

“Gonna cum, Beej? You look preeeetty close.”

He cries out a muffled sound at your words, his hips practically shaking as he wordlessly begs for more, his pleading eyes inches away from your own, scanning your expression for any sign of acquiescence. Fun as it may be to play with him, I shouldn’t toy with him too much for right now. Wouldn’t really be fair after how well he’s treated me.

“Alright.” With a single word, you cease the cruel slow strokes that you’d been teasing him with and swiftly return to the frenzied, messy pumping of his cock that made him arch his back and practically scream beneath his gag. You’re relentless this time, keeping up the sloppy pace while you bring your free hand up to cup his cheek. You would’ve tilted his head to make him look at you, but he’s already been locked onto you since the beginning and you don’t think you’d be able to make him look away now if you tried. You feel dizzy and it’s intoxicating. “Cum for me, Beetlejuice.”

With a moan that almost renders his gag useless and the distant unexplained sound of fabric ripping, Beetlejuice cums hard, coating your hand and belly as you’re leaned over him in a fluid that resembles human semen way more than you actually expected. After fully finishing, he collapses back for a moment, removing the gag from his mouth himself and catching his metaphorical breath. You allow your own worked-up body to lay more comfortably against his chest while he comes down from everything.

“Ok, don’t be mad, I think I may have ripped up your mattress a little bit.” He opens one eye to peek out at you, as though actually expecting you to be angry with him. Sure enough, you look at where his hands were gripping the sheets on either side of him and see distinct, deep claw marks raking down the surface of the bed.

You hum noncommittally to yourself. “Well, I can’t really be mad about something that boosts my ego like that.” Instead you look down at the mess that’s been made of you and consider what to do about it.

Beetlejuice’s eyes follow yours down. “It does glow in the dark, if you were wondering.” His lips twitch upwards, looking quite proud of his fun fact.

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Oh?” Beetlejuice offers a smug smile, then dims the dull lights of your room with his powers until they’ve fully shut off. Sure enough, your entire stomach, hand, and part of your bed is glowing a fluorescent green, his signature shade. He flashes a proud smile at the sight of it. “Told ya so!”

“Ok, color me impressed.” You swipe some of the liquid from your stomach with a finger, studying it inquisitively. “Hey BJ, are you radioactive? If I taste this, will I die?”

Beetlejuice’s face flushes so badly, you can even make it out in this poor lighting. “Uh, no, but I might…”

“Oh, awesome.” You stick the finger of glowing cum in your mouth, relishing the taste of your favorite demon. It’s not too different from a human’s, but it does have a faint taste of sweetness, almost like green apple candy or something. It was certainly fitting for him. “Hey, bring those lights back up, I’m dying to see your mood ring hair unlock new shrimp colors when you see me licking up your cum.”

Wordlessly, Beetlejuice brings back enough light to see each other well in. You’re a bit disappointed to not see any new colors yet undiscovered by man in his hair, but in reality, you may have maxed out the hot pink’s vibrancy today. What you are surprised to see, however, is Beetlejuice’s dick already hardening again as you take another lick of his cum from your palm.

You blink in surprise. “Woah, how are you already getting horny again that fast? Do you have some kind of penis-based superpower that you’ve somehow never mentioned despite you being yourself?”

Beetlejuice lowly chuckles to himself, making shivers run down your back at the tone. “Eh, sort of? See, demons aren’t like humans in that we can all go multiple rounds, regardless of equipment, no problemo. We very often have enormously high libidos that a delicate little breather like you could never hope to keep up with, but hey, you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.” He raises and lowers his eyebrows like a suggestive idiot.

You absentmindedly play with the tufts of hair behind his ears. “Well, you got me there. I’m down for another round if you are. I’ve wanted to ride you for months now, so the spirit is certainly willing.”

“Fuck yeah I am! I’m beyond willing! As long you know that I’ve got the stamina of a cheetah and can totally outlast you on this.”

“I’m pretty sure cheetahs are known for their great speed but awful stamina.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t give a shit.”

You give an involuntary snort-laugh at his quick retort, causing the demon to beam at you with unmistakable adoration, gently pushing some loose hair out of your face. It’s almost off-putting to see such an unashamedly wholesome expression plastered across the face of a supernatural being that has spent his existence being feared by so many, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t also bring you joy unlike any other to be lucky enough to see him like this. So many people didn’t deserve to, and you aren’t exactly sure what you did to become worthy of the privilege, but you won’t question it.

“Here, allow me to level the playing field,” Beetlejuice says, snapping his fingers. You whip your head around the room, but nothing appears to have changed.

“Uh, what exactly did you do?”

“Oh, nothing. I just soundproofed the room for a little bit. I wanna hear you scream, babes.” His eyes narrow at you as his arms engulf you in a light embrace, pulling you closer. His claws come up to rest on your shoulders, the pinpricks pressing against your skin and threatening to break it.

You raise a teasing eyebrow. “You…couldn’t have done that from the beginning?”

“I like the thrill of possibly getting caught, sue me! But hey, if this is what it takes to get you loud, well, I’ll make the sacrifices that I gotta.”

“You really wanna hear me that bad, huh?” Beetlejuice shakes his head so hard it looks as though it should be making a cartoonish sound effect. “Well, I’d honestly love to hear you without that gag too, so I guess we’re in the same boat.” You lift yourself back up to better straddle his naked body again, hovering just above his erect cock and flashing him a sly smile. “Now fuck me, demon boy.”

Beetlejuice’s eyes widen. “Oho, with pleasure.” More than happy to comply, he grabs onto your hips with his clawed hands and gently but firmly maneuvers you down to line up with the head of his dick.

Slowly, you sink down onto him, causing the demon to whine softly below you. After a moment, you’ve fully lowered yourself down and sheathed him inside of you, a full but not at all uncomfortable fit. You give it a moment of stillness to adjust before rocking your hips a bit, feeling his dick twitch inside of your cunt as you do. He immediately reacts by moaning loudly and snapping his hips up against you like a man possessed.

“Fuck, Beej…” You groan at almost a growl pitch, the feeling of him moving inside you almost too much at once.

“Mm…could do better…that sound was only maybe a three outta ten. I’ll have to-mmph-up my game.” God, it is just like this guy to make pleasuring me into a game. I guess I’m not complaining, though. As if on cue with your thoughts, Beetlejuice grabs your back just below the shoulder blades to quickly pull you in close to his chest, his claws applying enough force to definitely leave some red marks in their wake but not enough to hurt badly. The sudden dig of his claws only causes you to start rocking your hips at a faster pace, making it plainly obvious how much you enjoy him handling you so roughly.

“Y-you can try, but I doubt you’ll be able to hear me over yourself soon.”

Beetlejuice responds with silence, which you’ve learned usually means he’s planning to do something that he doesn’t want you to know about. From where you’re pressed against his upper chest, you can’t quite see his face either unless you craned your neck to look up towards him. You don’t slow down your speed, but do feel a sense of horny dread wash over you at his continued silence. Suddenly and without warning, you feel sharp fangs sink into the vulnerable back of your neck where your shoulder connects. It’s so unexpected and hurts so good that you erupt into a chorus of shuddering gasps, unable to even form sentences as Beetlejuice keeps biting and sucking at your neck. His claws keep your squirming body in place as he continues his barrage, and you feel him smiling wider and wider into your skin the more noisy that you get. It’s so good, so overwhelmingly good, having him inside of you while also using those fangs that you love so much on you at the same time. You’re struck with the realization that you can’t let him play you like a fiddle so well without fighting back. Before you can think twice, you turn your face into the crook of his neck right above his collarbone and bite down on the skin even harder than he’s biting at you. You may not have fangs, but you are determined nonetheless.

“Jesus FUCK, (Y/N)!” Beetlejuice is forced to pause his bites to yelp a few similar exclamations. “Ohoho, you’re lucky I’m a demon freak who doesn’t mind being ripped a new collarbone, cuz wow.”

An apology half-forms in your mouth before you realize that that was probably his weird way of complimenting you rather than sarcasm. “Well, m-maybe now, after this, you’ll get to go through what I went through every time you flashed your stupid teeth in public.”

Beetlejuice pulls his head back so his face is in your view again, and you slow your rocking against him just a bit out of curiosity. He’s sporting a growing smile that looks practically delighted.

“Hold up, were you really that into my fangs from all the way back when? You had it that bad?”

You flush at his wording of a situation that you, personally, do not find as humorous as he seems to. “Hey, it’s not like it was just that. It was…all of you, I guess. Every little thing you did turned me on basically all the time, and, as you can imagine, it was a living nightmare.” You realize that that doesn’t exactly make you sound less like a pervert, but it also doesn’t help that his cock is still twitching inside of you and you can’t exactly think straight at the moment.

“Wow, so every time I was around you, you were just being a grade A horndog!” Beetlejuice cackles at his own joke. He is the only one laughing. “Aww, looks like we’re more alike than we thought! Cuz, I mean, you were doing the exact same thing to me all the time, so. Fair’s fair.”

You groan. “Oh my God, you were literally going through the exact same thing? We could’ve fucked ages ago and put ourselves out of that misery!”

He snorts. “Hey, it’s fine. Y’know what? I’m glad it turned out just how it did. Honest.” Your starry-eyed demon lifts a claw to gently cup your jawline.

You put your own hand on top of his. “Yeah, same here.”

Beetlejuice grins, then his face immediately shifts. “All right, I’ve done a lot of talking and now I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you have visions of the Netherworld. Boobs in my mouth, please.”

“HA!” You practically double over at his sudden mood shift, wiping a tear from your eye. “I’ll hold you to that, big guy.”

Before you can even start rocking, Beetlejuice takes things into his own hands and starts thrusting up into you at a fairly speedy pace. He’s holding your hips to keep you balanced, as well as maneuvering them to drive himself into you better. The angle that he’s hitting you at is already starting to make you see stars, and you roll your hips to meet him in time. Apparently, he was not kidding about the boobs in his mouth request, as he leans his head forward to latch onto your left nipple, sucking and ever-so-slightly grazing it with his sharp teeth. To make matters worse, he grabs the other with his claw and begins rolling his thumb over it, all while keeping his eyes locked onto yours, just as he did the last time his mouth was on you. It’s all so good, you can already feel your orgasm building again.

“Oh, don’t stop, Beej, that’s so good…” You’re nearly at the precipice again, focusing your energy on getting up and over. The image in front of you is certainly helping get you there, as Beetlejuice is truly giving it all he has at the moment. His expression shows that he’s right on the edge as well, as you focus on his beautiful brown eyes looking up at you with unmistakable love and lust. “Mm, Beetlejuice…” His long tongue wrapping itself around your nipple… “Beetlejuice…” His cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you... “B-!”

Suddenly, you find two hands clamped over your mouth with surprising force. “Don’t.” The word comes out as a snarl next to your ear, taking you by surprise and sending a shiver down your whole frame. Before you can recover, an erratic snap of his hips sends you hurtling over the edge, an orgasm so intense that it makes your ears ring and your other senses dull for the duration. You moan loudly against his hand, which hasn’t yet moved and doesn’t do much to muffle your sounds of pleasure. Moments later, Beetlejuice moves to grab onto your hips and presses deep into you, holding you in place above him and filling you up with more of his otherworldly cum, all the while letting out gasping moans of his own like a man drowning. After filling you to his satisfaction, his arms fall limply to his side and you slump against him, both dazed and overstimulated. You catch your breath while Beetlejuice seems to be going through a factory reset, his eyes wide open and blinking harshly.

After gathering himself, he finally speaks. “Babes, I love you, but you really gotta get this name thing down if you don’t want me to suddenly poof away when I’m balls-deep inside of ya.”

You look at him sheepishly. “Heh, yeah, sorry. Good save though!” You finally lift yourself off of his dick, rolling your body haphazardly off of him to lay down at his side more comfortably.

He snorts. “Yeah, I bet you enjoyed me putting a stop to that. I’m thinking next time, I act like that from the start and we’ll see whose better at bossing who around.”

You begin lightly tracing patterns on his chest, resting your head on his bicep. “Oh yeah? And what if I wasn’t finished bossing you around yet?”

“Well, then you can peg me about it the next time!”

You giggle at his response while simultaneously filing it away for another day. Smiling into his bare skin, you feel your heartbeat begin to stabilize after quite a long period of elevation. Beetlejuice is still chilly to the touch, but in a way that unexpectedly comforts you, like a soft pillow after being flipped over in the middle of the night.

“Can we flip?” The demon’s sudden request paired with his big eyes meeting yours takes you out of your musings.

“You want to lay on me? Sure, c’mere.” You move to your back, patting your chest for him to lay on. He doesn’t hesitate, snuggling his head into a cozy position on your chest, his left cheek pressing up against your collarbone and his tussled pastel pink hair barely reaching up to tickle your neck. He’s in the perfect spot for you to drape your arms across his frame protectively, your hands coming up to gently rest on his shoulder and the side of his face. Your hands are tired and still, but even in a passive state, you find them needing to touch Beetlejuice without asking for your input. Even if it’s just the comforting brush of your fingers against his jawline, you can’t resist the ache to be close to him.

Beetlejuice leans into your touch. “Mm…you feel so nice…” He tilts his head so that his ear is pressed against your chest and practically melts against you. “Heh, I’ll never get used to that sound. Never thought I’d get to hear it so close, but it’s even better like this.” Your heartbeat instinctively quickens just a bit at his comment, and you feel Beetlejuice’s lips curl up in a smile. “Cute how I can change the tempo at will like that. Like the best radio in the world, babes.”

You blow air from your nose and kiss his head from above, mostly just getting his hair in the kiss from the angle you’re at. “I like your chilliness, you like my heartbeat…I’m starting to think this may work out for us after all!”

The demon snorts, repositioning his head to your shoulder so he can look you in the eye better. “Y’know, I really thought my awesome cock and subsequent use of it would be the thing that made you think that, but whatever seals the deal for ya, doll!”

“That too.” You sigh and close your eyes. “So, what are we gonna tell the others?”

“Uh, you got so horny after I annoyed you one day that you fucked me about it?”

“Beetlejuice, we are not telling people that.”

“Sorry, that you fucked me and you fucked me good. Better?” Your raised eyebrow is enough of an answer on its own. “Hm, and I thought you were a fan of honesty. Well, suit yourself. We can think of something more PG later, it’s not like we have to tell anyone tonight.”

“Well, I guess you are right on that front. I’ll think of a nice and polite way to bring it up at the family dinner table later.”

“Yeah, plus it’ll be a shitshow either way. They’re all gonna say that you’re too good for me, which yeah, fair.”

You brush some loose hairs out of his face reassuringly. “They can think whatever they wanna think. Doesn’t make ‘em right.” You kiss his lips gently, with the soft whisper of a promise at the edge of your own lips guiding your touch. “I love you, Beetlejuice.”

Beetlejuice looks so utterly overwhelmed by emotion after you speak that he can only think to immediately bury his face against you silently. He’s holding so tight to you, as though you could disappear at any moment if his grip slackens. Like you’re his lifeline. After multiple moments of heavy breathing directly against your skin, he manages to barely choke out a response. “Ditto.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the demon, rubbing circles into his back as a comfort. “Just rest now, baby. You did great.”

Beetlejuice looks up at you in relief. “Oh God, thanks for saying that. I’ve been drowsy since we stopped, I just didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Never would’ve guessed him as the most considerate type, but he sure loves to prove me wrong.

“No worries Beej, I’ll be right here next to you. I’m not going anywhere. You can sleep.”

With those last affirmations, Beetlejuice’s eyes almost immediately droop shut as he begins snoring lightly, asleep at an impressive speed for a demon or human. It’s pretty cute how tired he must’ve been before you told him to rest, you didn’t even know for sure if demons wanted and/or needed sleep til now. Yet here he is, making deep contented rumblings from the back of his throat, his head and torso acting like a soft weighted blanket on top of you. The presence of him sleeping soundly on you is deeply comforting, both physically and emotionally. This demon, who’s lived a million lifetimes and dealt with more shit than I could imagine in both the world of the living and dead, trusts me enough to fall asleep on me. He trusted me enough to talk to me about his feelings during sex. Beetlejuice, of all people. Even if I told someone as understanding as one of the Maitlands about that, I don’t think they’d really believe me. Or even really get it.

You reach one arm down to pull a sheet up over the both of you sloppily, just to have something covering you both. Human instincts for avoiding being preyed on by demons in the night always persist, despite your unique situation. As you adjust you pillow to make yourself comfortable for the night, you run your fingers through Beetlejuice’s hair, which is now settling back into its default green without any more external stimuli. You wonder bemusedly if it ever changes color in his sleep, then feel a peaceful rush of happiness when you realize that you’ll have ample time and opportunity to find out the answer. Overtaken by a quiet joy, you quickly lean your head over to kiss him goodnight on the forehead, trying everything in your power to somehow physically materialize this feeling of affection for Beetlejuice that is so strong and all-consuming, just so you could hold it so close that nothing bad would ever happen to it. In lieu of that impossibility, you hold Beetlejuice tighter in your arms instead, with the same goal in your mind.

Author’s Note: this took me an indefensible amount of time to write and if i look at it for another second i’ll go crazy so please take it and look at it with your own eyeballs so that mine can rest. on the fun side, can you tell that characters who always flirt with others by making bold sexual references but end up actually being really flustered and submissive when the other person finally reciprocates are my favorites? anyways i wanna pick this guy up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten, he is so special to me. originally this fic was supposed to be way less emotional but sometimes you’re writing and a character decides to have a breakdown halfway through a scene and you just gotta deal with that curveball when it’s coming at you. but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out, and i hope you guys enjoyed it too. thanks for reading! edit: hey you, want some more? i finally made a sequel lol (x)

[sleeplessdreamer14]

please allow me to be silly for a moment

reference form @croxovergoddess

[writing-fanics]

musical!Beetlejuice would be the kind of partner to scare the shit out of his s/o ex.

to the point they almost pass out

if the ex dies Beetlejuice just be like now I can torment them forever

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

Don’t End Yourself, Defend Yourself.

This is for everyone else who isn’t doing well right now. I used the Musical flavor of Beetlejuice for my story, but please know there’s not a single iteration of Beetlejuice who would want you to hurt yourself. Things are awful & will only get worse, but we can’t give up.