#beetlejuice more like. babygirl

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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)

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Wild and Untamed Things: Steddie x Reader Pt. 2

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Description:  You, Eddie, and Steve have been living together since the incident at the movies. You decide to have a little fun on an off day in your apartment...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, Bisexual!Steve Harringotn, Bisexual!Eddie Munson, threesome activities, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, role-swapping, polyamorous relationship, squirting, slight overstimulation, LGBTQ+ themes

Word Count: 4k

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Wild and Untamed Things Pt. 2

A few months have gone by since that fateful night you and the boys had gone to see Rocky Horror, and your relationship is going stronger than you'd ever imagined. The three of you decided to rent an apartment together, making it easy to keep your arrangement more of a secret from an unforgiving town. You haven't really told anyone about it, you know most people wouldn't understand. Robin knows, and has been sworn to never speak a word about it.

You're cuddled up on the couch with Eddie and Steve. They're sitting beside each other, with you spread across their laps. Your head rests on Eddie's chest, and Steve massages your feet. Steve brought home some new releases from Family Video, eager to watch them with you and Eddie. You're currently spacing out while Beetlejuice plays on the TV, letting Eddie's fingers stroke you innocently. You're lost in thought, unable to focus on the film as dirty images of you and the boys swirl around your head. They seem to catch on to your daydreaming, their eyes burning into you after a while. "Are you bored, Y/N?" Eddie asks in your ear, sending a chill through you. The tone in his voice makes you gasp, and your cheeks flare up in shock.

"Hmm, that's a shame. I picked this movie out just for you, babygirl." Steve chimes in, licking his lips as he looks over your figure.

"Sorry, I'm just a little...distracted." Your eyes flick between them, hoping they pick up what you're putting down. As always, they immediately do.

"Is that so? And what exactly would you like us to do about it?" Eddie retorts, teasing your obvious wanting.

"I dunno, whatever you want." You're feeling extremely flustered at the moment, having the two loves of your life staring you down is highly intimidating. You bite your lip, hoping you've given a satisfactory answer.

"Ooh, 'whatever we want' she says. That's a very dangerous offer, isn't it, Stevie?" Eddie chuckles darkly, moving to take your earlobe between his teeth. Your eyes flutter closed, wetness beginning to gather between your legs. You instinctively rub your thighs together, that all-too-familiar pressure rising inside you. You can also feel Eddie's cock stiffening below you, which only serves to turn you on even more.

"It sure is, Eds. I'm not so sure she can handle it, though." Steve knows you'll do anything to prove just how 'up for it' you are, especially out of spite. Your eyes snap open, glaring in his direction.

"Oh, please. You're all talk." You cross your arms, your bratty side taking over. They just share a laugh at your words, which makes you nervous. You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I suppose you're right, dollface. Actions speak louder than words." Eddie smirks, maintaining eye contact with you as his hand runs down your front to the waistband of your jeans. He undoes the button, sliding the zipper down wordlessly. You're practically panting, watching helplessly as he slips his hand inside your pants. He rubs your pussy through your underwear, feeling just how wet you are already. You moan at the contact, gripping Eddie's shoulder with your hand. The sound makes their dicks twitch, they can't get enough of your sexy noises. "Mmm, soaked for us already. Such a naughty girl. Have you been thinking filthy thoughts again?" You just nod at him, but he ceases his movements on you. "Use your words, slut." His tone becomes stern, almost startling you.

"Yes, Eddie. I think about the two of you all the time." You almost whine, desperate for them to touch you some more. Eddie strokes you again, only this time he goes into your panties. "Fuck." You whine again, sensing the room quickly heating up.

"Lay back, sweetheart." He coos, and you happily obey him. Steve watches intently as Eddie pulls your jeans and panties down your legs, discarding them to the floor. You lift your shirt up over your head, tossing it away as well. You're fully exposed to them now, and they swear they've never seen a prettier sight. "You're so fuckin' gorgeous, angel. You want us to make you feel good?" You gaze between them again, these two beautiful men are so eager to please you. You always wonder how you got so lucky.

"Yes, please." The second the words leave your lips, Eddie begins massaging your tit with his hand. And Steve spreads your legs open a little, slowly dragging his hand up your thigh until he reaches your dripping cunt. His fingers teasingly touch your folds, feeling the wetness for himself. "Fuck, Steve." You moan, which spurs him on to slip two fingers into your needy hole. Eddie lifts your torso so he can latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, drawing more noises from you. Your arm goes around his shoulders to hang on, savoring every swirl of his tongue on your flesh. Steve pumps his fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace, revving you up. "God, I love you two. I love everything you do to me."

"We love you too, baby. You're such a good girl for us." Steve replies, rewarding your confession by fingering you faster. A roaring fire has ignited inside you, spreading through your core, radiating to your limbs. You pull Eddie's head away from your breast, smashing your lips onto his aggressively. He bites your lip, and your mouth falls open to invite his tongue to tangle with yours. The two of you moan into the kiss, and Eddie's jeans are extremely tight from his erection. Steve looks at the two of you, hardening inside his own pants as you continue making out. Your moans are trapped in Eddie's throat, overwhelming sensation consistently rushes through you.

You break away to breathe, laying back down as Steve turns Eddie's face with his finger to have a kiss of his own. Your chest rises and falls rapidly while you watch them, their groans pushing you further to the edge. They're so fucking pretty, you'll never get enough of the display before you. Eddie tangles his hands into Steve's hair, not wanting to let go for a single second. You can feel their dicks poking into your back and ass, you want them inside you so badly. But you know better than to expect it so early on. They're just getting started with you, and each other. Steve's hand continues to please you, squelching noises from your wet cunt mingling with everyone's moans. "Fuck." You mutter, the tell-tale waves of pleasure washing over you, gradually getting stronger as Steve brushes against your g spot over and over.

Steve senses your oncoming orgasm, grunting slightly as he puts his free hand on Eddie's chest. Their lips part ways, shuddering breaths flowing out as they do. Their gaze meets yours, wide grins spread on their faces. "Are you gonna cum, darling? I can feel your pussy clenching my fingers." Steve teases, using his thumb to rub your clit in circles to drive you further towards the edge. The waves are crashing even harder into you, and your body is slicked over with sweat. You're so close it's almost unbearable.

"Yes, I'm so close. Please don't stop, make me cum. It feels so fucking good." You plead at the both of them, although Eddie's only stroking your cheek at this point. Your walls are fluttering, you're as close to the edge as you can possibly be. You moan and curse and call their names, and all they can do is drink it all in. It takes everything in them to not cream their jeans, the sight of you coming undone is so beautifully vulgar.

"Hmm, maybe you should stop, Steve. To punish her for not paying attention during the movie." Eddie suggests, trying to get under your skin. You can't hide the fear in your eyes, watching Steve contemplate the idea.

"No, please!" You almost scream, begging for your release. They chuckle at how pitiful you are, body trembling and hair sticking to the perspiration on your face.

"It's okay, babygirl. I'm not as sadistic as Munson is. Cum for me, you've earned it." He coos at you, his husky tone sending you into pure bliss.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, your back arching as your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. You cum hard on Steve's hand, your juices spilling into his lap. The air is stolen from your lungs, and your eyes have rolled to the back of your head. The boys gently caress your body as your high runs its course, gradually bringing you back to reality.

"You did so well, Y/N. Such a good little slut." Steve says as he pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss of him, your cunt pulsing around nothing. You observe closely as he brings his fingers to Eddie's lips, which immediately open to accept the taste of you. Eddie moans as he sucks them clean, savoring your sweet, musky flavor.

"God, that's so fucking hot." You blurt out, and they just look and laugh at you. Your cheeks flash bright red, and you sit up to be level with the two of them. All three of your faces are dangerously close to one another, bated breath fanning into each other's mouths. You lean forward to kiss Steve, and he happily meets you in the middle. He's quick to slip you the tongue, deepening the passionate kiss. Eddie lowers his head to mark your neck with dark hickeys, sucking the flesh between his teeth. You can't help being highly aware that your boyfriends still have all their clothes on, lowering your hands to tug at the hems of their shirts simultaneously. They get the message, pulling away from you for a moment to remove the offending garments.

Before you can catch your breath, Eddie captures your lips with his own. Steve attacks your chest, biting and licking all over your tits. Your hands play around on their bare torsos, letting the warmth from their flesh radiate through your fingers. You let your hands wander down their stomachs, migrating to their clothed erections. You palm them through their jeans, causing them to moan against you. You start undoing Steve's fly, still stroking Eddie as you work. You open the button, slowly pulling down the zipper. You let Steve be for a second, needing both hands to unbuckle Eddie's belt. Once both of their pants are open for you, you reach inside to fully feel their hard cocks in your grasp. They moan even louder, spurring you on. You begin to jerk them off, riling them up as much as you can before they inevitably devour you. "Shit, Y/N." Steve groans as he keeps kissing your chest.

"Stand up, sweetheart." Eddie says, pulling away from you. His eyes burn with lust, he's eagerly waiting for the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothes. You do as he asks, though Steve whines at the loss of contact. "Patience, loverboy." Eddie gives him a warning look, sending a chill down his spine. The two of them remove their pants and boxers, their dicks standing at attention as more clothing piles onto the floor. You glance between the two of them, taking in their beautiful naked bodies.

"So, how do you wanna do this?" You ask, the positions are truly endless between the three of you. Hell, quite a few times it'll be two of you doing things while the third masturbates as they watch. Your mind is foggy from your earlier orgasm, unable to decide what you want. All you know is that you want them, in every way they'll give themselves to you. There's thoughtful silence for a moment, before Steve pipes up.

"I have one." He says, smirking as he's confident you'll both be into it. Although, that's not exactly a rare achievement. "Eds, do you want head, or to fuck Y/N?" Steve looks at him nonchalantly, truly not minding which role Eddie would prefer.

"Hmmm...dealer's choice, big boy. It's your idea, so you pick." Eddie pokes his chest, teasing him.

Steve sighs, annoyed at Eddie's refusal to make a choice. "Alright, fine! I'll take the head! Goddammit, you couldn't make a decision to save your life. You know that?" You can't help giggling at his frustration, he's just so adorable when he gets flustered. He fixes you with a glare, and you abruptly shut yourself up. Steve takes on a more dominant role now, quick to order you into position. "Y/N, kneel in front of me." You drop to your knees, placing yourself between his legs. "Now, try to lay yourself on your stomach, ass in the air as much as you can." You obey, keeping eye contact as you rest your hands on his thighs, your mouth ready to take his needy cock. "Good girl." He nods as he praises you, stroking your cheek lovingly. His eyes flick to Eddie. "I think you can figure out where you're supposed to be. So get to it." He plants a firm kiss on Eddie's lips, gesturing for him to get on his own knees behind you.

"I love it when you boss me around, Harrington." Eddie quips, earning a hard smack on his ass from Steve as he stands up. "Jesus." He yelps, almost falling over.

"I don't want to hear another word out of that smart mouth of yours. Otherwise, you can just sit and watch Y/N blow me, got it?" Steve's brows have furrowed, clearly unamused by Eddie's antics today.

"Okay, sorry. Jeez." Eddie replies, putting his hands up defensively. He turns to position himself behind you, caressing your ass. You moan slightly, wanting to push yourself back into him. But Steve said to stay as you are, and you'd hate to disobey an order.

"Good boy." Steve praises Eddie, which makes him blush. His eyes flick back to you, smiling again. "Suck, Y/N." He says simply, and you happily oblige. You take all of him in your mouth, and he groans loudly. "Good girl, just like that." You're dripping again, arousal falling into a small puddle on the floor. You love giving the boys head, they always shower you with praise as you suck them off. "Now, Eddie. You can tease Y/N with your dick, but you can't fuck her until I say so. Understood?" He says through shallow breaths, already so wound up he's not sure how long he can last.

"I understand." Eddie replies, knowing just how torturous Steve's command will be for you and himself. Nonetheless, he grips his cock in his hand, using the other to hold steady on your back. He slides himself against your folds, causing you to moan on Steve. Eddie shudders at your wetness spreading on him, it's so warm, he almost can't resist plunging into you right now. But he knows Steve will punish him if he does so, he'll just have to grin and bear it.

"Good boy, Eds. Tell me how it feels, babe." Steve says, trying to hold himself back. It's a difficult feat, you're a goddess at giving head.

"It's so warm, I want to be inside Y/N's pussy so bad. It feels so good, but it's not enough." Eddie almost whines, causing Steve to laugh.

"Poor thing." He says sarcastically. Eddie's tempted to shoot him a death glare, but decides against it. Instead, he just strokes your folds a little faster, desperate for some friction.

Meanwhile, you're gagging yourself on Steve, swirling your tongue around his length as you bob your head up and down. Eddie's teasing is driving you insane, you just want him to fuck you already. A continuous hum of moans streams from you, sending vibrations through Steve. Eddie's making vulgar noises behind you, clearly distressed. You can feel Steve tensing up beneath you, signaling his oncoming release.

"You can fuck her now, Eddie. I'm gonna cum." Steve chokes out, gripping the top of the couch as his high overtakes him. "FUCK!" He shouts, emptying into your mouth, thick white ropes coating your throat. You swallow every last drop, letting his cock fall from your lips. Eddie shoves his length into you without warning, he thankfully waited until Steve finished so you didn't accidentally bite him from the surprise.

"Oh god!" You cry out, gripping Steve's thighs desperately as Eddie pounds ruthlessly into your cunt. His pace is quickly building you up, setting your insides ablaze yet again. Steve's gaze migrates between you and Eddie, taking in every face and sound you make.

"Fuck, you're so soaked for me, princess. So hot and tight around my cock." Eddie moans, gripping your hips roughly, his fingers will most certainly leave bruises from digging into your skin. He slams into your pussy as hard and fast as he can, brushing your g spot and hitting your cervix repeatedly. He's gone into feral mode at this point, driven to the brink of madness from all the teasing. You're not exactly complaining, you love getting absolutely railed by these men.

"Well, go on, slut. Tell Eddie how much you love getting fucked like the whore you are." Steve smirks, quickly becoming hard again from watching the two of you.

You look at Steve as you speak, trying to keep a steady voice despite wanting to moan. "You feel so good inside me, Eds. I love it when you fuck me like this. I'm so wet for you, you fill me up so well." It's difficult to piece words together, but it amplifies the pleasure all around, which makes it worth the effort. You're nearing the finish line again, you'd barely had time to recover from your first orgasm. Steve smiles at your words, and you return the grin as best you can before continuing. "Just like that, baby. Make me cum, I know you want to."

Eddie heeds your words, taking them as a challenge. He fucks you even faster, and brings a hand around to rub your clit in rapid circles. "Such a dirty little slut, begging me to make you cum." He says through gritted teeth into your ear, and you just moan loudly in response. He's deep in concentration, his thrusts beginning to go haywire as he nears his end. His eyes burn into Steve's, who just sits there smiling as the two of you put on this obscene show for him. Pleasure is slowly washing over you again, and you want to fall off the edge together.

"Fuck, Eddie, I'm so close. Don't stop, I want you to cum with me. I wanna feel you lose control." You may be toying with him a little, but you truly mean every filthy word you say. You hold on tighter to Steve's thighs, though the sweat coating your skin makes it difficult. You push yourself backwards to meet Eddie's thrusts, ripping more noises from your mouths.

"You're a very naughty girl, princess. So needy for my cock." He groans, his stomach tensing up as his orgasm quickly approaches. His hips rut against your ass, loud smacking mingling with your moans and curses. It takes everything in him to keep going at this ungodly pace, any second now he's going to explode. You slam yourself backwards into him harder than before, sealing both your fates. "Oh, god!" Eddie yells, bucking his hips uncontrollably as his dick empties into you. You feel his load paint your walls, and your own bliss overtakes you.

"Eddie!" You scream, nails digging into Steve's legs as white hot flames consume your body. Your mouth falls agape, eyes screwing shut. Eddie's still going, unable to stop himself as you clamp down on him. This only serves to prolong the pleasure, it's almost too much. "Oh my god!" You shout again, struggling to stay on your knees as your legs tremble. Fluid erupts from your pussy, splashing onto Eddie's thighs and the floor.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie mutters, the sensation of you soaking his cock makes his brain melt. Your head falls into Steve's lap, and you're almost gasping for air as you wait for the stars to leave your vision. Eddie stops moving, collapsing onto your back. He pants in your ear, and his chest sticks to you from all the sweat. "God, I love you." He says breathlessly, needing a good minute to recover before pulling out.

"I love you too, baby." You reply, swallowing hard.

"And I love you both." Steve chimes in, stroking the tops of your heads with his hands. You all stay like this for a few minutes, trying to steady your heartbeats. When he can finally stand up straight, Eddie slowly removes himself from your cunt. You both hiss at the feeling, very overstimulated. Your mixed release drips from your hole, joining the puddle you've made on the hardwood. "Looks like someone made a mess." Steve quips, lifting your face to look at him. You give him a weak smile, unable to move. Still holding your gaze, he speaks to the man standing behind you. "Eddie, baby? Be a dear and grab a towel to clean this up."

"Sure thing, King Steve." Eddie bows dramatically, smirking at his own antics. He leaves the room to retrieve the towel, and you finally decide to make an attempt at getting up. You grip Steve's knees, putting one foot down and then the other. You let your torso gradually fix itself upright, blinking away the spots in your vision. "You alright there, darling?" Eddie asks as he reenters the room.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You say in a strained voice, leaning with your hands on your lower back to stretch out. Your joints pop, and you go back to your original stance with a satisfied sigh. Eddie's kneeling on the floor again, wiping up your cum. You notice his ass is in perfect view, and you can't help staring while biting your lip. You sneak up behind him, lowering your hand to give him a hard smack.

"Jesus!" Eddie yelps, not expecting you to spank him. You don't touch the guys like that very often, though they don't mind it. They actually wish you did it more, the sting of your palm on their flesh turns them on immensely. "I suppose I should take all the spanking as a compliment. After all, I do have the best ass out of the three of us." He grumbles as he finishes his task, tossing the soiled towel onto the piled up clothes. They'll all be gathered for the wash later on anyway.

"No way, mine is far superior. Know why? Because I work out. Meanwhile, your ass is so flat, I could eat off of it." Steve remarks, you can never get enough of their silly bickering.

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you?" Eddie teases, abruptly getting up to shove his butt in Steve's face.

"Aw, man! Get off!" Steve protests, putting his hands up to shield himself. Eddie cackles, refusing to let up. You burst out laughing, Eddie's always been very playful, if not a bit childish.

"Not until you say my ass is better!" He taunts in a sing-song voice, he could keep this going all day. You try to stop laughing, walking over to pull Eddie away. But he stops you. "No helping, Y/N! He has to say it!" He wiggles his backside even more, upping the game.

"God, you're such a fucking child! Fine, you have the best ass! Now, get away before you fart in my face!" Eddie finally moves away, turning with his hands on his hips. He's very pleased with himself, smiling ear to ear.

"Hmmm, I think you're both wrong. My ass is clearly better than both of yours combined." You say matter-of-factly, and they just scoff at you.

"Yeah right!"

"No way!" Their words overlap, eyes rolling simultaneously. And you just chuckle at them.

"Observe." You say simply, turning your back to them, before bending over as far as you can to pick up some of the stray clothing from the floor. You move slowly, ensuring they'll stare intently as you move.

"Okay, you win." They groan in unison, happily conceding the title to you. You stand upright again, facing them.

"Good boys." They blush at your words, oddly mirroring each other as they stroke their necks awkwardly. "So, who's up for round two?"

To be continued…

[t0ast-ghost]

Hmmm mmmmmm I have so many boys thoughts and since I’m not sleeping tonight I guess I’ll write them down:

(Spoilers for the Boys season 4. Don’t cry over spoiled milk show! Go watch it for yourself)

- Truthfully I didn’t like Hughie in the second episode they just made him (super forcefully) bring up his mom. I did really like all his other bits though especially the stuff we’re getting into with a-train (really hope they actually go through with giving him plot, since he’s supposed to be the main character and all that or whatever)

- every time a character got close to another I legitimately asked if they were gonna kiss

- butcher is my wet cat sad puppy murdering babygirl, he’s slaying this season by actually communicating and I hope it stays that way

- This is the second time I’ve seen Jeffrey Dean Morgan play a horrible person willing to weaponize children for their cause… and he’s good at playing that part (I feel they gave his character a lot of what Butcher was in the comics)

- I really do like what they’re doing with A-Train

- I really do hate what they’re doing with Annie and Firecracker, I get they have to have personal conflict but this feels shallow and although it’s believable that this grudge would last I think there should have been more thought put into the stakes of their relationship (Curry and Moriaty’s acting was so good for the bit where Firecracker threatens her but the stakes are so low and the hatred in the writing doesn’t feel built up enough for her to have that big of a reaction to the threat)

- Going back to Hughie and his mom, I think Quaid’s acting for the bits with his mom were phenomenal, I could relate to his frustration and his sadness was palpable. I think a lot of their moments didn’t feel great and I couldn’t put my finger on it but the conversation about how her depression lead to her leaving felt like the truth finally came out and now it’s hopefully going to feel a bit more like things are moving forward for them

- I’m a little surprised they actually had a character like splinter. Simply because he felt straight out of the comics, and I know how much they’ve veered away from the comics. I really liked the scene where Butcher got to take out a bunch of them simply cause he got to be good ‘ol Billy Butcher

- Homelander has me on a roller coaster because I was going to write a post while watching about how they write him really well in a mindfuck kind of way because you slowly start realizing you’re relating to his character and you can understand his actions, and right before I wrote that post he told the deep to suck off a train and I stopped dead in my tracks. I was legitimately scared in that moment because that also felt like something out of the comics but the difference is that the tv show wouldn’t or at least didn’t go through with it

- Homelander this season is even more brilliantly acted, and seeing him with Sage is a new interesting experience. I was trying to figure out Sage’s motivations and I thought I knew but really I didn’t know because I was trying to say she was fighting for a cause. That is wrong. She is constantly manipulating the people around her but it is solely to benefit herself and her happiness. Yes, she helps Homelander and is honest with him because that is the best way to keep herself happy and alive. She’s smart enough to know that manipulating him or trying to agree with everything he says will be a dead end. She’s still trying to please him and is ultimately playing by his rules but she’s the smartest player because she knows being inauthentic will only end up losing you power, and if you’re on the end of two hot glowing red orbs anyway, why not at least have an actual say

- The gore is going well so far. I’ve appreciated it. Especially the beetlejuice-esque scene where Kimiko has her face torn off and you only see the back of her head and the reactions

- Ryan has so many good scenes. His scenes with Homelander are punctuated by quiet, you can hear every thought screaming through, but what would saying any of it actually accomplish? His scenes with Butcher are so heartfelt, I’m glad they’re finally able to talk. But Ryan still dealing with his grief and guilt is heartbreaking. And on top of that him thinking that the closest person to his mom seemingly hates him and would never want him adds so much to the emotional confusion that he’s experiencing. He obviously needs to leave Homelander, but he still doesn’t want to leave his dad which makes sense because this is currently the only source of love he has from anyone and it was promised unconditionally (even though it is very conditional)

- Frechie’s gotta tell that guy that he killed his family but I was really glad they gave him a boyfriend. I forgot that him and Kimiko weren’t a thing so I got really excited that Frenchie was getting to be awesome and polyamorous. I am glad that Kimiko has asserted that they are friends tho

- I am so intrigued by the brain worm

Thoughts upon second rewatch:

- Opening could’ve been bloodier or more horrific. They toned it down :( but the flesh and blood melting off that guys face was pretty good. And the Todd scene is pretty horrific.

- The way Ryan and Homelander speak in unison about people being ants is so telling, and makes sense with the later context of Homelander wanting Ryan to be an exact replica of himself

- The way that Ryan in this season is so focussed on fear, because he is scared but the people around him won’t admit to that, so when Butcher finally communicates with him and tells him that he’s most afraid of dying without making amends I think that finally gains Ryan’s trust back

- They really are changing Butcher’s character, he’s not just ‘do thing to get thing and it’s justified by the end result’ he’s finally thinking about the people around him and considering them even if the results aren’t fast. He doesn’t give the info to Vick, he doesn’t drug Ryan, and he’s really trying to help even if he is still being a shit about it

- The talk between Vick and Homelander in the opening is sooooo good cause of HL’s little voice crack, he’s losing it

- KIMIKO PAINTS HER NAILS!!! they’re blue :)

- I feel like Hughie’s hatred towards Vicky is forced upon him. Like I guess he hates that she lied to him (but if he thought about it he’d realize that it’s reasonable for her to want to hide her powers especially since she’s been shamed about them for most of her life) and I get they have very different views with her under vought’s thumb and all. But since they’re recruiting A-Train I’m wondering if there’ll ever be a bit of a redemption for her cause I feel like wanting supes to be allowed to live like normal people is not a bad thing, it’s just that she’s working with people who view supes as superior

- “He killed that poor cunt in broad daylight, and they fucking cheered.” Alongside Homelanders “I save people, they cheer. I fucking kill people, they cheer.” is like, they both understand this fact. Homelander will get what he wants no matter what and Billy wants to take him down a notch. Same as always and yet so many changes.

- I missed that the acid that Hughie threw on Vick was Frenchie’s creation the first time around. Also missed Hughie’s failed pep talk, I love that loser. I didn’t miss that no one else is able to understand Kimiko, which sucks

- I want Karl Urban and Simon Pegg to be in the same room again but that’s just my star trek fan talking

- Is that the first time Hughie and Butcher properly hug in the series?

- There’s a weird obsession with phones this season. Especially with hanging up on people. Also an obsession with “no/yes, sirs” which I think is them upping the show of power dynamics

- I thought that octopus sounded familiar. It’s Tilda Fucking Swinton.

- “He always knew he was destined for greatness, because he came from greatness.” Good job guys. I see your little joke

- I did not notice that all the guys setting up Firecracker’s stage were splinter who is played by Rob Benedict (Chuck in Supernatural)

- One of the background noises at the Truthcon mentions an “Alex Jones look alike contest”

- When Ryan throws Koi against the wall in other shows that would be his turning point. The point in which there’s no going back for him. So I’m really glad that it’s just the point in which he needs to talk to someone, that it really does upset him. Unfortunately he goes from one horribly emotionally repressed man to a slightly less emotionally repressed man who is dying

- I hope whoever that person that Kimiko knows turns into a new found family member

- M. M slowly realizing why Butcher was such a bitch to everyone on the team. And it’s because no one listens. Ever. Unless you’re actively threatening them in one way or another

- I don’t know what that bloody metal rod in Sage’s room means even after a rewatch. So I guess I’ll find out.

- Closing thoughts; bring in more A-Train and Hughie moments (also get people to call him Reggie so I don’t have to write A-Train every time)

Hughie has weed in his desk

If y’all wanna talk about this with me (especially after reading all that) feel free to do so

Uhhh more thoughts here

[rayghosts]

Reigen Arataka, world's greatest twink, dilf, milf, and Twitter favorite, had the chance of a lifetime. The Tumblr Sexyman poll - the only poll he landed second place in - was having a rematch on the original blue hellsite itself. With the experience he had gathered from the previous match, Reigen felt confident that he could win first place this time. He forwent the tactics he used last time and instead leaned hard into what he now knew was what made him truly appealing to the Tumblrinas: his babygirl factor.

In his first round, he swept the floor with Beetlejuice by opening his laptop and doing his work while lying in bed like a middle schooler. In the second round, he triumphed over Spamton by placing a hand on his hip in imitation of Jerma and saying, "Sparkle on, it's Wednesday, don't forget to be yourself!" In the third round, his victory over Jack Skellington was locked the moment Reigen used his latest Special Move: getting down on his hands and knees and arching his back so that his butt jutted out in a pose which drove the audience wild.

Having now won three rounds, Reigen was growing eager. He had but one round left before he could have his rematch against Sans. Already he could see that stupid skeleton across the stadium, taunting Reigen with his lazy smile.

Reigen's fourth opponent was a character he had never heard of before named Cecil Palmer, who didn't even have a canon appearance (albeit his voice did sound sexy). Cecil was from a podcast from 2012. Learning this, Reigen felt even more assured in his victory. No matter how popular this Cecil character may have been in 2012, Reigen had one over him in terms of relevance.

To Reigen's shock, his match against Cecil turned out to be much tougher than all his previous rounds. He soon learned the error he made in assuming Cecil's podcast faded years ago, for as it turned out, Welcome to Night Vale was still ongoing. Worse yet, Cecil's character writing kept up pace so that he was still as sexy by today's standards as he had been in 2012. Where Reigen cocked his hip in a slutty way and waved his hand around rapidly, Cecil rivalled him by wearing cat ears to work and gushing about his gay husband (who was CANON. How was Reigen supposed to go up against a CANON gay character?!)

But, no, there had to be some other secret to Cecil's success. After all, he didn't make it nearly as far in the Twitter poll. As Cecil paused in the middle of the competition to pull out his phone, Reigen finally saw why: Cecil had a Tumblr account. He had already familiarized himself with the website's culture long before Reigen entered the picture.

As Cecil's votes piled on unrelentlessly, Reigen became nervous. Could he really lose before reaching second place again? Reigen attempted to distract Cecil with a Salt Splash, but Cecil countered him by saying something about "the weather" and causing a random song to play out of nowhere, which disarmed Reigen long enough to gain Cecil another vote.

Now growing desperate, Reigen scanned through the audience, and that was when he saw him: Mob, standing among the crowd of Tumblrinas, watching his Shishou with his usual autistic stare. Reigen's first thought was how embarassing it must be for Mob to witness his teacher lose like this, but then he remembered his last match in Twitter, and what Mob told him afterward. Mob had wanted Reigen not to worry about what other people thought of him.

Reigen suddenly felt ashamed. How could he have forgotten Mob's words so quickly, and what was he teaching his disciple now, by entering a rematch of that contest? His vexation disappeared, to be replaced by a quiet resignation. As the poll drew to a close, and Cecil remained in the lead, Reigen decided to implement one last Special Move: Accepting His Defeat.

One second away from the poll's end, Cecil spoke in his smooth radio host voice, "Good news, listeners: #CECILSWEEP." The crowd erupted into cheers as the round's winner was announced to be Cecil.

Reigen somberly turned to walk off the stage. But before he could reach the end, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned back to see Cecil standing next to him. Cecil had one question for him... would he like to be mutuals on Tumblr?

Reigen's eyes teared up.

Maybe the true Tumblr sexyman was the friends we made along the way.

@sexymanotd

[m4yday-m4yday]

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌!

(tw: flashing at the bottom i put blinkies there)

Call me Eros or Mayday (Anthony Sparrow irl but I prefer fun cool weird names online)

My otherkin sideblog is @that-dog-is-so-gender

he/it/e(/she but only used by my bf cus I'm testing it out)

Agender and pangender transmasculine (Ik it's contradictory but I can do whatever I want with my gender forever)

Bi and aspec (grayromantic, graysexual, arospike)

Probably autistic (getting tested soon! idk how i feel about it) so like be patient cus I don't read tones well lmfao I get so nervous

Theater kid. I bet u can tell, I've been told I'm dramatic

I post my art very inconsistently, but if you wanna see it, it can all be found under the tag #artists on tumblr (no guarantee it'll be good lol especially as you find the older shit)

My original posts are under the tag #eros says shit

Minor (15) 18+ blogs don't follow

'MURICAN 🦅🦅

DM's are open to mutuals only

DM me if you want, I love talking to ppl, but if you're an adult I'm going to keep conversation to a minimum to ensure my safety (some of my moots are adults and they're cool af so this isn't cus I don't like you I js have a fear of being groomed so)

I am not in a place where I can donate anything, I am a minor

I'm bilingual and know English and Spanish but English is my first language (I've been going to bilingual schools since I was like 6) so that's fun

DNI if you're younger than 13

DNI homophobes, transphobes, aphobes, terfs, racists, sexists, MAPS (pedophiles. yall cant hide behind an acronym), transracial ppl idk, etc. Bigoted assholes can kindly fuck off, thank you ;)

I support furries and otherkins and therians and all that jazz so if you don't like that ig just deal with it? Touch grass? Doesn't rly matter if you see ppl on the internet just being themselves it's not a personal attack. I also support self-diagnosis if you do research and all that and are being serious about it cus the medical industry is FUCKED and doesn't take people seriously based on dumb stereotypes

I block freely and if I don't like your vibe I'm gonna do that

All the extra stuff is under the keep reading thing bc it's long and painful to read. If you don't wanna read it some of the fandoms I'm in are specified in the tags <2

𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊:

𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 - Helluva Boss - Brandon Rogers - DEADPOOL MOVIES!!!!!! AGHJAKJHGFCDFGHJ - X-Men '97 - The New Mutants (the movie sucked but it has a special place in my heart, ok? I love Rahne Sinclair) - Supernatural (I'm on season 10 rn) - Good Omens - Dead Boy Detectives

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) - RHPS - Cabaret (1998) - Falsettos - West Side Story - Beetlejuice - Addams Family - Prolly more I forgot to list but those are my faves

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 (𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘) - Remo Drive - Mitski - Fall Out Boy - NOAHFINNCE - MCR - boygenius - IDKHBTFM - Jack Stauber - The Amazing Devil - Queen - Billy Joel - Green Day - Tom Petty - Bikini Kill - Rabbitology - The Crane Wives

𝕳𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖌 - Sewing - Drawing - Making kandi (although my bf does it better he's the bead master he taught me his ways and I am but a lowly bead wench compared to his bead mastery) - I write a little bit of poetry and I'm proud of it but I don't show people it often and it's shitty but oh well - Sobbing into my pillow over the full moon episode - Makeup - Fashion design - Idk being a furry? Drawing them? Wearing my dino mask is fun I like to bite things with it it's very nice

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴 𝖐𝖎𝖓 (not in a fictionkin way but I do support y'all) - Crowley (Good Omens) - Stolas (Helluva Boss) - Blitz (Helluva Boss) - Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Castiel (Supernatura) - Deadpool (All media. He's my babygirl) - Party Poison

I'm like always adding to this lol

[anonbinaryweirdo]

oli. ur things about gartic phone are reminding me about this one time when me and four friends played gartic phone together for a bit more than a week almost everyday. and. near the end when we had the most people. (it started off with me and two friends) we got stuff like "eminem x branch" that turned into eminem x sonic.

and the person who drew the eminem x sonic one was struggling with opacity and so it was drawn semi-transparent

another time our friend who's really into bg3 said "astarion being hot". that became "zesty saxophone player" because the first drawing was of astarion with an ax(e???), and that's what was written down. except the next person misread it as "sax"

OH OH ONE TIME IT WAS "deku from mha getting fucking folded lol", and the person who did it also drew bakugo in the mix, and he was calling deku babygirl. it also had "gojo ref" in the background

i tried to say "deku became gojo.. bakugo cries because his babygirl died" but i didn't get the girl part it babygirl so it just said "deku became gojo.. bakugo cries because his baby died"

and that became

the final caption was "Beetlejuice the musical but emotional"

I hope you enjoyed this. here's some extra stuff, just for you :)

(that's branch x one of our friends from a "young sheldon x branch" prompt)

"gacha life devils don't fly"

deku from mha WHAT

[beej-juicy]

Chapter 27 of my Beetlejuice x OC fic!

Sultry preview below the cut in which Cece tries to give Beej medicine:

After he’s done, he watches Cece mix ingredients for another potion.

“You got the strangest hobbies since ya bit the bullet,” he says it like he knew her Before.

“You’ll thank me for my hobbies soon.”

“Oh?” he raises a brow at that, stretches out, groans at the pull in all of his muscles – ow – and blinks at her. “That mouth is a hobby I very much enjoy.”

He gets a glare from that – realizes she must be close to accomplishing her task since she’s attending to him.

“My mouth, huh?” she half-laughs, finishes mixing the items, pours the contents into a glass, but Beetlejuice is distracted by the sway of her hips as she approaches him. “Would you mind opening your mouth and drinking this?”

He’s literally drooling as she kneels on the floor between his legs, knocks his knees apart.

Nodding, he holds out his hand, agreeing to anything she says as long as there’s hope of a happy ending…again.

Her hands slide up his thick thighs after she passes the glass off to him.

She halts and Beetlejuice lets out a gruff, “Hey,” only for her to remind him of her demand. He waves her off, lifting the glass to his lips as her hands stutter over his button and zip. “Fuck,” he coughs, the consistency getting him more than the muted taste. “What is this?”

“You want your curse lifted or not?”

She hears him grumble, an eye roll thrown in there, a shrug. When she cups his dick, he jolts forward.

“I see what you’re up to…” he narrows his eyes to which she starts gripping him and stroking. “Little minx,” he mumbles around the lip of the glass.

Down the hatch – holy shit it’s like drinking tar…again.

Once he swallows, she pulls away, flops beside him on the couch. By that time, he’s half-hard. His mouth drops open, gaping at her.

“Bad behavior, babygirl.”

[ofmargos]

chicago’s very own margo rosas has been spotted on madison avenue driving a mercedes-AMG G65 , welcome ! your resemblance to camila mendes is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash  . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re distrusting , but being passionate might help you . i think being a scorpio explains that . 3 things that would paint  a  better picture of you would be lipstick stained kisses on mirrors , doing vocal warm-ups five minutes before top of show , popping bottles of bubbly to celebrate buying a new pair of shoes . ( my biological dad paid off my mom to keep my relation to him a secret ) & ( cis-female + she / her  ) +  (  lia , 20 , she / her , cst )

whAT is up my dudes ! i’m lia & i lowkey missed wealthy & writing for my bbygirl margo so i’m rlly excited to be here !!!! if you know her from before i’m sorry lmao i’ve tweaked her background a bit but everything else is p much the same ig ?? she’s fun , she’s a dumbitch , & she’s here to make things harder than they need to be probs . but if you wanna know more , i wrote a novel below so plz enjoy that . if you wanna plot then LIKE THIS & i’ll slide in your im’s.or if you prefer discord hmu @  𝐛𝐛𝐧𝐨$𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥#1904. i look forward to writing with y’all ! <3

S T A T S ↴

-- * FULL NAME : margaret lucia rosas -- NICKNAME(S) : margo ( preferred name , started introducing herself to people as “margo” back in like the 7th or 8th grade ??? who’s margaret ? we don’t know her ) , mar , mars -- * AGE : twenty-three -- * D.O.B : october 31 -- * ZODIAC : scorpio -- * GENDER : cis-female --* ORIENTATION : heterosexual heteroromantic -- * HEIGHT : 5′2″ -- * NATIONALITY : american -- * BIRTHPLACE : chicago , illinois -- * OCCUPATION : broadway performer -- * TRAITS : passionate , creative , dramatic , distrusting , outgoing , ambitious , fun-loving , loyal , daring , sarcastic , stubborn , overconfident , impulsive , hard-working , petty , secretive lowkey

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

( TW : BRIEF MENTIONS OF ABORTION, ALCOHOLISM, AND DRUG USE )

   first things first , i’m just going to say it-- margo was an accident . and her story begins with her mother , stassia , who was born and raised on the wrong side of the tracks in chicago , illinois . although she was born into poverty , she had big aspirations for herself and wanted a better lifestyle . her ambition and work ethic were unmatched , and that’s how she managed to get into columbia university ( thank you scholariship $$ ). stassia was in the middle of struggling through her college years when she met her future baby daddy . he was older , going through grad school , and the sole heir to a billion-dollar company . the sparks between them flew instantly despite their differences and they messed around for the better part of a year before the unexpected happened . stassia found herself taking a pregnancy test in the bathroom in between finals ( #justcollegethings , amirite ) and swore she was going to pass out when she noticed the double lines . and let’s just say that her baby daddy did NOT take the news well . a lot of horrible things were said that day . too many hurt feelings for the relationship ( that apparently was never that serious to homeboy ) to carry on . ( TRIGGER WARNING !!! ) so he cut all ties with stassia-- but not before giving her a crazy proposition : get an abortion and never talk to him again OR keep the baby but tell absolutely no one it’s his and never talk to him again . they both seemed like shitty options to stassia , who was actually tragically in love w him , but when he even offered to PAY HER a hefty sum ( i’m talking millions of dollars ) to keep the secret .. well-- it seemed like a blessing in disguise . she’d finally have the funds to live the life she always wanted . even if there was now a baby she didn’t plan for in the mix . so she took the hush money , had the baby in secret , and ran off to completely reinvented herself . ( TRIGGER WARNING END )

    although margo’s mother was born into poverty , margo certainly was not . by the time she was born , margo’s mom was ramping up to graduate college and join the high society in the heart of chicago . she got a good job , a lavish place to live , and never told margo about her past . margo grew up completely disconnected from her mother’s side of the family and had no idea of the lies she was being fed over the years . early on in margo’s childhood , her mother met a man through work who she would later go on to marry . that man is the only dad that margo has ever known . he and his daughter were a welcomed addition to their little family , making margo’s home life feel complete in some way . she was provided a good life with the dual income adding to the millions her mother kept . the life her mother always wished she had growing up . in a way , everything she did was for margo . she never wanted her babygirl to struggle like she had to .

   as she got older , margo went to all the best schools but only made average grades . she was never too concerned with academics and instead focused on her poppin’ social life and extracurriculars . during her middle school days , she developed an affinity for the performing arts . when everyone had to pick an elective , margo found herself in the theatre class and absolutely loving it . and she was good too . she had excellent stage presence and took every role she got in school productions in stride -- literally the best tree number 3 you’ve ever seen in your life . as she moved on to high school , she rose in the ranks of the theatre department until she was pretty much landing every single lead by the time she was an upperclassmen . acting was her passion , and she figured why not turn being dramatic and talking a lot ( her two most notable personality traits ) into a career . to really hone the craft , she trained herself to be a triple threat : actor , singer , and dancer ( sutton foster , eat your heart out ) . honestly truly had rachel berry in early seasons of glee vibes-- she knew she was the best around and wouldn’t stand to let anyone take the spotlight from her . her peers hated to love her talents because she acted like such a bitch to them offstage / out of character . not that margo really cared for what others thought of her anyway . self absorbed as ever , she told herself she didn’t need friends and generally pushed away any one that dared try to get close to her-- save for her sister . though somehow , someway she managed to get sucked into a small group of friends that would change her for the better ( s/o to ky and gio , sorry they had to put up w bitchy hs margo , rip )

   after graduating somewhere in the middle of her class , margo followed in her mother’s footsteps and went to columbia university . she was really only able to get in because she was a legacy and her parents made a considerable donation to the school , but we don’t talk about it . and to say that margo’s college years were transformative feels like an understatement . on one hand , they were some of the best years of her life : she got a true taste of independence , met some of her best friends ( s/o oliver and claudia ), and felt fulfilled to be in the city she had romanticized for so long-- new york baby ! but it was also a very low point for her . back in her high school years , she felt like a very big fish in a teeny tiny pond . she was hot shit , the top dog in her department , and all her hard work and effort to remain leading lady had paid off . however , at columbia she was just one in hundreds of talented people . some with more or less talent , or more or less connections , but they deserved a shot at fame just as much as she did . margo felt like she was fighting for her chance in the spotlight every single day and it was both parts exhausting and humbling for her . she had a amy march mentality “i want to be great, or nothing” and considered throwing in the towel . temporarily thrown off by the pressure to be successful , she took a small tumble from grace . ( TRIGGER WARNING !!! ) turning towards alcohol was her coping mechanism of choice . losing herself in the party scene and surrounding herself with other people that prioritized getting drunk or high over going to class and getting good grades had an obvious effect on her academic performance . ( END TRIGGER WARNING ) she almost lost her place in the BFA Theatre Program during her junior year due being on academic probation . it took a little bit of intervention on her close friends and family part to get margo clean and pull herself together . but by her senior year , she got back on track to graduate on time and participated in various shows at local theaters to build her resume . after almost losing everything she had ever worked for , a fire was lit under margo that had her determined to push herself hard than ever before and make a name for herself in the theatre world . 

   after she graduated from columbia she moved to new york permanently so that she could fully submerge herself in her work . not long after graduating , she was lucky enough to book several gigs including her big breakout role as lydia in beetlejuice the musical ! it really skyrocketed her into broadway stardom which is cool . a life long dream that once seemed unobtainable was suddenly a reality and she couldn’t have been more elated . with her sudden ( and well deserved ) success , she got a lot of media attention . soon she was getting verified on twitter , instagram , gaining a whole bunch of followers , and getting asked to be on talkshows and stuff to promote the show . honestly , truly a dream ! but her new-found fame gained the attention of another group of people .. her mom’s long lost family . one of her aunt’s ( that she previously didn’t know existed ) reached out to her through social media . and at first , margo honestly couldn’t believe that she had family that her mom never told her about . but after some thought it sort of made sense . in hindsight , her mom had always been evasive whenever margo asked about the other’s childhood or her side of the family .

   when margo told her mom about her aunt reaching out and how she wanted to meet her , her mom shut it down quick . stassia told her there were a lot of reasons that she didn’t talk to that side of the family and that was that-- PERIODT . but margo was #rebellious and went to meet with her aunt anyway . and that’s how she found out about her brazilian roots and her big ol’ loving and supportive extended family . that whole experience made margo reconsider what other things her mom was keeping from her . and boy oh boy was that a rabbit hole she shouldn’t have gone down . when margo started to demand her mother tell her the truth , it caused their relationship to grow tense . stassia eventually cracked and told her about her bio-dad and all the things she went through for margo . with the truth finally being exposed to her , margo started seeing things in a new light . like her whole life is kinda a lie and why didn’t her father want her ? where was he ? does he know who she is ? why did he never try to contact her ? has she ever walked past him in the streets and never knew ? it was all too much for her to think about so she just kinda ... shut it all out . she acted like nothing was different , even if her “ what if ” thoughts keep her up most nights . 

   if you just ignore the abandonment issues , insecurities , and her inability to handle emotions and focus solely on her success in material terms : margo’s doing really well ! she’s been living in new york full time for two (2) years now . she’s one of broadway’s most popular rising stars . having completed her run as the original lydia deetz on broadway , she’s moved on to take on the mantel of janis in mean girls on broadway . she’s learning , growing , and thriving . just trying to have a good time all the time with her friends and live the dream , baby !

P E R S O N A L I T Y  &  F U N  F A C T S ↴

margo is super fun-loving and down to clown 

will try anything once and it’s gotten her in trouble more times than she can count

also cannot stand to be bored , so she’s always looking for the next big adventure 

although she can be really ridiculous sometimes , she’s very serious when it comes to her work . she’s super hard-working and doesn’t let anything or anyone stand in the way of achieving her dreams : even herself

margo’s a very sociable girl and will talk to anyone and everyone . she’s the type that will hold a conversation for 2hrs with a stranger at a party and then when you ask her “who was that” she’s like “i don’t remember their name but i do know their entire life story so that’s cool”

has a way of making people feel like they know her really well when really she’s only letting them see 1/8th of her

keeps her personal life private normally unless you’re super good friends w her

i wouldn’t recommend pissing her off , bc she is petty as a mf and will lit rally never forget how one’s wronged her . this causes her to start fights sometimes . she’ll just bring up old shit out of no where and , since she’s nosy af , she makes everything her business and confronts people on their bs

she’s a whole liar bc she claims she’s a “retired party girl” but really party girl margo has never stopped , will never stop , can never be stopped

studied theatre in college but minored in mass communications just in case she needed a backup job

is v bad at being an adult !!!! like ... can’t cook , often forgets about her responsibilities until the last minute or needs to be reminded like 20 times , stills calls her parents to be like “how do u use a washing machine plz help” , y’know the drill . yet somehow she manages to act as a mom friend to the people that are closest to her ??? v much a “do as i say not as i do” type of hypocrite lol

she has a tiktok and posts dumb shit on there all the time w her friends and like vlogs her backstage experiences in the theater and does the stupid dances and all that stuff hehe

is learning portuguese after meeting the brazilian side of her family

self-proclaimed dancing queen and it’s not because she learned ballet , jazz , and tap whole dabbling in other styles but because when she’s drunk you will in fact catch her dancing on tables !!!!!

i cannot stress enough how bad she is at dealing with her own feelings . like ... instead of dealing with them head on she just ... shuts down . runs away . will ghost on someone she really likes just bc she’d rather leave first than get left and i hate her for it

have i mentioned how big her ego is ???? pHEW . she rides a v fine line between self confident and OVER confident . but tbh it’s just a cover up for how much she rlly hates herself , there i said it

loyalty is EVERYTHING to margo . if you got her back , she’s got your back . but if you screw her over or mess with anyone she loves then she’ll likely try to make your life a living hell IM SORRY

undiagnosed insomniac . nights she spends alone in her own bed are the hardest for her because it’s when all the bad scary thoughts creep up on her and no matter how much she wants to shut them out and just close her eyes and fall to sleep , she can’t . so she’ll often roam the city looking for a distraction or hit up her friends and bother them for some spare company

she’s doesn’t like to be alone ( not like in a romantic relationship sense -- she actually likes being single bc she’s afraid of letting ppl get close enough to hurt her ). hence why she’s always had a roommate even after she moved out of her parent’s house . if she’s not attached to her roommate / best friend kylie’s hip then she’s definitely hitting up her sister or her other friends to see if they want to hang out , even if hanging out is laying around doing nothing or running errands together . margo wants to tag along just for the company

notoriously known for coming up with terrible ideas or following through with other people’s terrible ideas without question bc #YOLO

she’s her pr agents worse nightmare simply bc she has no filter and will not change herself or what she posts just bc she has a big audience ( follow margo on social media and you’re gonna see the good , the bad , and the ugly she does not give a FUCK )

always has good intentions ! her execution / way of showing those intentions is just poor !

she is a rich girl that could not survive not being rich and doesn’t even realize how spoiled she is . spends money like it’s nothing

a mob boss ( this is a joke but also kinda not a joke )

WANTED CONNECTION PAGES HERE 

[monsterlovinghours]

Thank you for accentuating my blood kink, I wanted to open my dash get mad feelings 😫😫 imagine one day incubus Beej’s s/o just doesn’t want to do anything and he’s like?? Why?? And they’re like it’s my Period I’m gross don’t look at me ! So beej pulls a ‘periods don’t stop nothin but a sentence babygirl (;’

“I’m not in the mood.”

There was a sentence you’d never spoken in his presence before. Beetlejuice was a little bit taken aback by your insistence, considering the way you smelled, the way it hung heavy in the air. “Why’re you lying to me, snack cake? I can smell it, you’re already wet, so why-?”

“Because I’m on my period, okay?” You rounded on him with an exasperated look on your face, frustrated and wound tighter than a pocketwatch. “It’s gross and I don’t feel particularly sexy right now, so...you’re just gonna have to find another food source.” The words were spoken low, as if saying them caused you physical pain, and he clucked his tongue sympathetically. His tail wrapped around your waist, tugging you to him as he reached to grasp your chin.

“I know you are, I can smell that too. Why do you think I want you so bad right now?” The color of his hair, before a light rose, now flushed to a deeper, more intimate magenta. “There ain’t nothing about you that could turn me off, babycakes, especially not this.” He led you to the couch, which was somehow now covered in soft towels, and guided you to sprawl out on it. As usual, you went where he directed, obeyed his commands without a second of hesitation, and he grinned. “A real man loves his lady every day of the month.”

“You aren’t a man, though.”

“Technicality,” he said with a chuckle, waving a hand dismissively. “Now lie back, sweetness. Lie back and let me drink from you.” He had your bottoms off in a heartbeat, and you were helpless to do anything but relax into the cushions as his mouth, warmer than normal, so hot it nearly burned, pressed to your core. You cried out, and his hand, an equally toasty temperature, pressed to your stomach to pin you down. His tongue circled your clit, soft and soothing and so good, you couldn’t help but moan and give in. His arms wrapped around your thighs, tugging you down closer to him as his tongue flickered down to press inside of you, groaning as his body gave a visible shudder of pleasure. 

“Fuck, feeder, you’re mouthwatering. Do you have any fucking clue how good you taste when you’re bleeding?” His claws scratched at your skin, his fangs descending as you dared to look down, the sight of your blood on his lips sending an unexpected thrill through you. “You better get comfortable and cancel any plans you had. I’m not letting you up until I’ve had my fill...and with as tasty as you are right now, who knows when that will be?”

[headoverhiddles]

Dante’s Inferno - Beetlejuice x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Spending your undead life working at a brothel in the Neitherworld isn’t the worst. It gets even better when the ghost with the most pays you a visit at work.

Notes: This was supposed to be pure smut, but it got feelsy. Lol. It’s based on the scene where the brothel shows up in the movie! 

You wave goodbye to Marcel, the vampire you usually get on Tuesdays. He's a regular (nice man) but he's into biting. You don't mind-- thankfully though, your madam, Madam Bones, knows a bit of cosmetic witchcraft, to get you fixed up before the next client.

You've been working here at Dante's Inferno Room for years, ever since you came of age. It's a fun way to pay the bills, and the characters you meet along the way are well worth it. Most of them have had a lifetime of experience with women too, seeing as they're all dead, so the actual work isn't too bad either. Dante's is a highly exclusive club, that can only be conjured by few, and gossip floats around the Neitherworld establishment, as freely as a ghost who hadn't learned the gravity incantation.

Every girl in this place seemed to dream of the 'dead's most eligible bachelor'-- but nobody says his name, for some reason. It was a jinx, a curse or something to say it. You're curious just who the man behind the myth is.

You let Madam Bones heal your neck, and she checks the time on a watch with spinning hands.

"Elliot Mortescue will be here shortly," she announces to you, "He's requested you specifically." Elliot is a dead baron-- a bit of a stuffy ghoul, and you assume he wasn't that much more fun in life than he is in the bedroom dead. But, he pays well, and he's also a regular, so you don’t mind how he always asks for you. He says he likes your horns best. 

Elliot arrives, and you smile, beckoning with your signature plumping of your breasts and pouting. He smirks, taking off his top hat and stalking over to you, when you suddenly hear something outside.

About three of the girls are out on the verandas, luring someone in. The music of the place gets just a little bit louder, and you walk out past the less-than-pleased baron to see. 

Standing on the balcony, you look down, and see a man who accomplishes a near impossible feat-- makes you quiver. 

"It's him," your fellow dancer and coworker whispers, making sure her horns are brushed off, "It's--"

Another girl puts her hands over her mouth. She frowns, grows out her fangs, and snaps down. The second girl scowls, and shakes her hand.

"Don't say his name!"

"That's...?" you whisper, looking down.

"Uh huh," the second girl nods. "The ghost with the most. Any girl in here would just die for a night with him."

You see the ghost start to dance toward you, strange spikes protruding from his jacket. They disappear though, and you can hear the excited grunts coming from him as he slicks back his wild white hair. 

"Mm... ooh, yeah..." He shakes his hips as he finally enters, and he rubs his hands together. "Ah, ladies. Ladies! I'm feelin' a little... anxious, if ya know what I mean."

A bunch of the demon girls giggle, and some others roll their eyes, though not without a sideways glance. The ghost grabs his crotch, and nods. "Oof, uh huh! I'm definitely in need of a little love, girls. It's been too long. Years. Hundreds of years, ya don't know what it's like!"

"Ohhh," everyone fawns over him, and he makes a show of choosing a girl. You watch him closely as he looks around, narrowing your eyes. He looks... familiar.

"Mmm, you look like a freak! But you're real spooky, babe, maybe I should..." He trails off, and his eyes stop on you. “Ooh. Ooh, yeah.” He licks his lips, shooting you finger guns. "I have GOT to go with you, babes. Knocking me outta the park with that look, holy, is it blazing like the fiery pits of hell in here, or is it just me, huh?"

Everyone else moans and sighs that he picked you, muttering about how all of the best always choose you. You just take this ghost by the collar, leading him up to a luxury bedroom. Once you're inside, you grin, pushing him up against the door. 

“What would you like, and how would you like it?” you drawl. His eyes fly down to your breasts, and he palms himself. 

“Mmm... I could probably finish just watchin’ ya stand there, to be honest, babes...”

You pout, circling him and nudging him away from the door. “But you don’t want that. And I don’t want that. I want you to finish inside me.”

He groans, a sound that goes straight to your pussy. The more you look at him in the hellish candlelight, the more attractive he gets. Although... there’s something about him that’s oddly familiar.

“I know watcha mean,” he growls, looping his arm around your waist and dipping you back, “But it’d still be hot, wouldn’t it?”

You lick your lips. “Oh, yes. You, sitting on the edge of the bed...” you walk him over like a dog on a leash, and sit him down, smoothing your hands down his shoulders, “...watching as I put on a little show...” You start to strip, opening up your shirt to expose your bra. The ghost is practically salivating by now, but you put your foot up, keeping it on his chest. “Ah ah. You wanted to watch. So watch.”

You snap your panties against your ass, and unhook your bra, turning around and winking. He’s dying to see you from the front. You toss the garment back, and squeeze your ass for him, moaning softly, imagining it’s him. He curses under his breath, and you hear the telltale sound of him rubbing one off. You hold up a finger.

“You know the rules.”

He stops, and you finally turn, striding over to him. You get on top of him, straddling him, and barely touch his lips with yours. 

“Hooo,” the ghost sighs, “I am gonna need a good millennium to get over those tits, babe.” You kiss him gently on the nose, leading his hands up your torso. 

“Maybe more.” You squeeze your breasts with his hands, and he groans even louder. 

“Fuck. I wanna fuckin’ break this bed with you, babygirl,” he growls, teeth gnashing. He’s lost his playful side-- he wants you bad now. Arousal spreads through you as you drag down between his legs, kneeling. You quirk and eyebrow, and he licks his lips again, voice register dropping down to a regular tone. 

“Detours are fine too, however.” You take him out of his pants, and he gasps at the contact. “Fuckin’ yeah. C’moooon, baby. Give me summa that,” he cackles, resting his hands behind his head as he leans against some invisible force keeping him upright. You put your hand on his knee, and use the other to take his cock in your hand, sliding your wet mouth down over it. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he murmurs, “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about... this was worth the wait, you better believe it, mmmm!” 

You suck him until he’s clutching at the bed and knocking his hips up so fast you can’t breathe. You pop off, shooting him a dirty look, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Wassamatter? I facefuck you too rough?” He sets off cackling again, so you climb on top once more.

“Fuck me. Hard. Now.”

“Can’t disappoint the lady,” he smirks, and grabs you by the hips, flipping you over so he’s on top of you. You lean up to kiss him, but just as you do, you notice something. He does as well. He notices a small tattoo, right under your ear. His eyes widen, and yours do too. 

It all hits you too fast, like the car that hit you on the bridge. 

"Beetlejuice?" you murmur. He swallows, worry in his eyes. 

"Uh. Oops. She said it once, I can forgive it. Twice, well--"

"Beetlejuice," you clench your jaw, and he lets out a high pitched squeal. 

"Babes, wait--!" he blurts, and holds his hands up as he topples off the bed. You look over the edge, accusation in your eyes. 

“You better give me one good reason not to say it one more time and send your ass back to that model!” 

“I’ll, uh... give ya the best orgasm you’ve had in your whole undead existence?” A pillow hits him in the face, exploding with dust. He coughs. “Evidently, that was not a good reason.” 

“You LEFT me!” you shout. To hell with your job. To hell with the money you would’ve gotten for finishing him off-- you’re pissed. 

When you die, you forget things. You forget who you loved, who meant the most to you. You retain some of who you are, but not a lot sticks in the afterlife, here in the Neitherworld. The workers at the office see to that. 

But the cracks all seem to be getting bigger, letting little fragments through. You used to babysit for the Maitlands’ newborn. You were between jobs, and needed the money... you had known Barbara from saying hi at the local grocery mart, and after that, you had practically lived at their old house, as a live-in nanny. 

Until... 

You were in that accident. The car, the bridge, the river... you had drowned, you weren’t hit by a car. You were in the car! You had ended up here in the working class of the Neitherworld, and... well, you had no idea where the Maitlands ended up, after they also died in the same accident. As far as you know, their baby had been adopted by the family who moved in... though that was just a rumor from Juno. 

But Beetlejuice... you had met the ghost in the model, one night when you were lonely. Everyone else had been sleeping... he had found you, calling out softly for someone, and you had started some kind of strange affair. After a while, you started to develop feelings for him. Then he disappeared. 

“Hello?? Dead guy with a boner lyin’ on the ground!” Beetlejuice shouts, and you very nearly smother him with another pillow. He jumps up, covers his crotch, and sighs. “Look. (y/n). Before ya kill me again, I... I had to go!”

“Why?” 

“I just!” He clenches his jaw, shaking. “I can’t answer you! I can’t tell ya, alright?!”

“Why not?” 

“Babes...” He sighs, seeing there was no way of getting around this. “I started to... feel stuff for you. I couldn’t stay, cause you were alive! You couldn’t fall in love with a dead guy. Young hot thing like you... much rather pay to bang demon chicks for the rest of eternity.” He realizes the irony of this, and looks you over, cringing. “How the hell did you become a demon?!”

“Probably by fucking a ghost,” you growl, walking him up against the wall with a finger pointed at his neck. He manages a nervous smile. 

“Touche.” He sighs again, brushing hair out of your face. You find yourself leaning into the touch. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry! I am. I’m just a mess. Alright? I’m a dirty mess who knows I fuck up so bad all the time that I don’t deserve a... perfect girl like you.” 

You look into his eyes, and smirk. “You want me to start playing the violin?” 

He starts to smile, then laughs. You laugh as well, and his usual pizazz is back. He wraps his arms tight around you, then starts mouthing kisses up your neck. You moan, remembering how many times sex had been initiated like this. Your pussy is responding to the memories coming back as well-- with every touch from Beetlejuice, you remember one more little thing he used to do in bed to drive you wild. 

You both fall to the floor, fuck the bed, and you get on top of him, lowering yourself onto his cock. You lean forward so your breasts are in his face, and he lets out an excited holler. 

“Yeeeah!!” He buries his face in your breasts, motor boating. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He licks your nipples, sucking them into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth. You can’t get over his horny, salacious expression, like he wants you so bad, he needs you, he can’t get enough. You rock down, biting your lip, and he grabs your horns, holding on for the ride as you both move in time with one another, as if no time had gone by at all. 

“Baby, baby,” he moans, “Ya gotta forgive me. I’m so fucking horny for you, I gotta come.”

“Come inside me, Beetlejuice.” Just then, in a flash of light, you both appear somewhere else. You look around, and he starts to laugh his ass off. “What?” you mutter, frowning at the plastic graveyard behind you. 

“Ya said my name the third time!” he snorts. You turn to see his grave, and a couple of model houses. You laugh as well, and lean down, slamming your lips into his hard. He groans, hands going to your hips, and he gropes you as he pants your name and comes. He thrusts his hips up hard, and you gasp too, coming just as hard as he does. 

You roll off, laying back on the uncomfortable plastic turf. “Well. You owe me my day’s wages.”

He smirks, ogling down your naked body and feeling a hand down it. “Happy to pay up. Just lemme pop down to my humble abode...” You roll over closer to him, cuddling into his arm as he brushes his nose against yours. “Wanna stay for awhile? Hope you like Italian.” 

You hear a soft male voice. “What’s...?” You look up to see two people towering over you-- a familiar couple. “(y/n)! It’s been... years!” 

“Barb? Adam?” you shriek, and Beej snaps his fingers fast, getting a dress on you. It’s two sizes too small, hugging you way too tight, but he just shrugs with a nasty smirk. The two ghosts above you look at each other, to you, then to Beetlejuice. 

“Please tell me you didn’t corrupt our innocent babysitter, you horrible banshee,” Barbara snaps. Beej just grins in smug satisfaction, zipping himself up. 

“Actually, Bab-- (y/n) corrupted me.” Shrieking laughter echoes through the model, as the ghostly couple shake their heads at what their afterlife had become. 

[imma-fucking-nerd]

A Love Letter

(this aint a fic y’all keep scrollin) 

Dear Ama, 

Because only 500 words wasn’t enough, and because I just couldn’t not make it a post after you gave me the idea I’ve decided to make this little digital love letter to you. I said previously that you made my entire 2019, and that was the truth. 2019 was a really, really hard year for me. From dropping out of school, to the stress of moving, to having my cat become so sick I thought I might lose him because I couldn’t afford treatment for him, and all while I was dealing with depression that just wouldn’t let up. I thought that 2019 was going to end up being on the list of worst years of my life, but I was oh so wrong. The last months of the year ended up being so amazing. I found the Beetlejuice musical, I hopped into tumblr as a creator, and best of all I met you. I always saw your name in my notifications and I always smiled when I saw a new comment from you on my work. You were/still are my biggest fan. Fast forward to the present and although 2020 seems to not have changed the depression bit and it already seems like it’ll be a hard year, I know that it’ll be a whole lot easier going through it with you at my side. You make me feel so unimaginably happy and never before have I felt more comfortable with someone I’ve met online, or really just met in general. I feel like I can talk to you about anything and everything, or share things with you I’ve never shared with anyone else. You never fail to make me smile, or make my heart skip a beat every single time you say ‘I love you.’ or call me babygirl, and it probably goes without saying but I even love it when you tease me. I wish we weren’t so far apart so that you could hold me and I could hold you while you read me really shitty fanfictions like mine until I fall asleep snuggled close to you. Writing this is making me all emotional so I think I might wrap it up in the next few sentences, but I could go on and on. In conclusion, I love you so fucking much and I’d do just about anything for you. I was so lucky to have met you and even luckier to manage to trick you into liking me. Thank you for seeing something in me that I can’t see myself and thank you for helping clear up some of the grime away so I can see some of myself more clearly. 

Love, Your fucking nerd~

@dilfyjuice

[achaoticeternal]

sorry

a beverly marsh x reader x bill denbrough one-shot

summary: a heart wrenching apology letter that the reader writes to her childhood lover, beverly marsh

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings:  bi!reader, pan!beverly, wlw, cursing (pg-13), heavy angst

I've missed your calls for months it seems

her fingers traced over the outline of the blank paper, her favorite red pen lay dormant next to it. she was too lost in thought; the thoughts of what to say, how to explain herself, what really happened between them danced in her head. It would be the first time in years since she had spoken to the red head who she once talked with everyday. the red head girl whom she had relations with, romantic relations. the red head girl whose heart she broke because she was scared - no, frightened - of how the world surrounding them would respond. the red head girl who once claimed her heart and often still plagues her mind.

it was time to explain. it was time to apologize.

Don't realize how mean I can be 'Cause I can sometimes treat the people That I love like jewelry

Dear Beverly, she scribbled onto the top of the sheet, i hope this letter finds you in good health - no - i hope this letter finds you in a prosperous and happy life. Because that’s how I hoped your future would have been, it’s what i’ve always wanted for you, to be happy and enjoy life.

she paused to inhale, pondering over what to really do first.

i’d like to say i’m sorry, since i guess this is an apology, a way to ease my own guilty conscious. when you told me all those years ago that you were leaving derry, well it destroyed me because you brought a new sense of joy in my life. not just companionship or simple happiness. no you brought a whole new wave of emotions. you placed butterflies in my stomach, made me blush at your kind words, and took my breath away everytime your blue eyes met mine. i was in love with you in a time where a girl couldn’t really... be in love with another girl. and i know you felt the same way. because you would hug me a little longer and a little tighter than the other guys and I could always feel your eyes on me or how you always tried to sit next to me or make me laugh harder than the others could. but you always caught my eye, yet I was still too scared of any backlash.

'Cause I can change my mind each day I didn't mean to try you on But I still know your birthday And your mother's favorite song

“So can I take you to the arcade tomorrow?” Bill asked me, a pink blush dusting his cheeks

“Call it a date!” I giggled in reply, giving him a tender smile before closing my front door. I made my way into my bed room. my skirt and hair both having a little bounce to them. But my excitement only grew when I saw that fiery hair outside my window.

Quickly, I unlatched my window so that my visitor could enter, “BEV!” I smiled and threw my arms around the girl once her feet made their way to the floor of my bedroom.

“Hey,” she smiled coolly in response, jumping onto my bed as I shut my window for the night, “so how was your little movie date with bill?”

“It wasn’t a date, we just went and saw The Lost Boys. That isn’t a movie that you take a girl to see, according to my older sister at least,” I shrugged and flopped down next to my friend, smoothing out my skirt accordingly.

“Alright then what about the arcade date he asked you out on? And, might I add, you said yes to even though we have our picnic tomorrow,” she sat up, a playful smile gracing her features.

“Again not a date. Plus, our picnic is from 11 am to 1 pm and Bill will be picking me up at 2:30 so there’s no overlapping,” I responded.

“But if I recall, your exact words were ‘it’s a date,” she scooted closer to me, poking my sides which caused me to giggle softly.

“Well, I’ve got to keep people interested in me somehow,” I said before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on her semi-chapped lips.

So I'm sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry I could be so blind Didn't mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind

I hope you know that some of my fondest childhood memories revolve around you - around us. because you were always around to put a smile on my face, long before we became associated with the loser’s club. before the pressures of life slowly started creeping in. before puberty could state it’s claim on us. before any boys looked at me like you did. before bill ever fell in love with me. before you left...

I run away when things are good And never really understood The way you laid your eyes on me In ways that no one ever could

“Beverly, you can’t just keep sneaking in whenever you like. You’re not even scared that either of our parents could find out about-”

This was the fifth-night in a row and if we weren’t careful, the town would get suspicious. My parents, the neighbors, my school friends... BILL - they could all find out and reject me.

“About what? Me being a lovesick fool for you.That the rumored-badgirl Beverly Marsh sneaks into sweet (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s house 3 times a weak to do unholy things! two  girls kissing!”

“Beverly please keep it down,” I clamped my hand over her mouth, listening for any foot steps of suspecting family members. Slowly, I removed my hand and shook my head, “you can’t say stuff like that. it’s inappropriate.” 

“But it’s true, (Y/N/N). I’ve got crazy, undeniable feelings for you and if for some reason if I leave soon, because of this clown ordeal or whatever, you’ve got to know how much I care for you,” she took my wrist in one and captured my cheek in the other, her icy blue eyes meeting my own (Y/C/E) eyes. And that’ s all it took for my heart to flutter as she leaned in towards my lips.

And so it seems I broke your heart My ignorance has struck again I failed to see it from the start And tore you open 'til the end

and I guess it was both our faults...

with you leaving-

“so now you’re just packing up and leaving!” I cried as Bev packed as many clothing items and necessities that her only suitcase can carry.

“Well, I can’ t exactly stay with my abusive father anymore and the only family that could take care of me is my aunt,” she spoke softly, slowly folding her clothing because of her shaky fingers.

“But you can’t go now! not after what we’ve just been through, I can’t go on knowing that I almost lost you and knowing that you are leaving me for good,” I wailed, clutching the poor tissues in my hands.

“Well, I’m sorry things didn’t work out okay!” she huffed at me, seemingly blowing up, “but I can’t just suffer because us two closeted dykes want to keep sneaking around!” Her words only overwhelmed me and brought even more shock to my fragile being. And so anger began swelling as I back lashed at her with even harsher words.

“Fuck you, Beverly! I did so much for you, I gave you my first kiss and I even let you see me naked but screw that I guess! Have a fan-fucking-tastic life in Portland while I’m here in Derry with... with -with Bill who actually loves me and I don’t have to worry about sneaking around with him!”

and my own fear-

after the fight I immediately ran to the one person who could help me rationalize my thoughts, and the last person Bev expected me to be with after our break up - Bill Denbrough.

“H-hey (Y/N), I was about to come se- are you c-crying? Oh no, w-wh-what’s wrong?” he took me in his arms, holding me tightly as I wept into his chest.

And when my tears subsided, I looked up at him. His eyes giving me a soft, affectionate look and I let my broken heart take over and kissed him there at the spot. 

And instead of ever saying goodbye to my first love, my new boyfriend and I watched Beetlejuice while making out in Bill’s station wagon.

Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry I could be so blind Didn't mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind

and bev, I’m sorry for everything that happened in those final days of us. i’m sorry for always being paranoid. i’m sorry for totally breaking your heart multiple times over. i’m sorry for not writing you sooner. i’m so so so sorry.

but I need you to come back to derry because it’s dangerous again. I don’t know if you remember but IT is back. Mike -yes Mike Hanlon- called me about 20 minutes before I began writing this letter.

Remember the blood oath, our promise to each other. 

i’ll see you soon,

(Y/N) Denbrough

And someone will love you Someone will love you Someone will love you But someone isn't me And someone will love you Someone will love you Someone will love you But someone isn't me

P.S 

Bill and I had a babygirl and she is now four. Her name is Andrea Baily Beverly Denbrough. And she reminds me so much of you...

[middlenymphetgirl]

I want to do this for My other two littles and see how similar we are!

First up Mitchell!

Strawberry milk or chocolate milk? Chocolate

Kitty’s or bunnys ? Cats

Paci’s or thumbs? Michie doesn't allow us to suck our thumb or use a paci, so we don't ruin our teeth.

Bottles or sippys ? I'm 12! I prefer tumblr's with a straw

Hello kitty or carebears? Care Bears but I do like Kuromi & Choco Cat

Chicken nuggets or pizza ? meat lovers Pizza

Pancakes or waffles? Waffles with chocolate syrup or chocolate chips.

Princess or fairy ? Fairy

Mermaid or unicorn ? Unicorn

Juice or soda? Soda

Stuffies or dolls? Stuffies but usually just the Goth one's or Skullanimals.

Snuggles or hugs? Hugs

Onesies or footed sleepers? Kigarumi

Skirts or dresses? Skirts

Disney or pixar? Pixar

Pampers or panties? Boy Shorts 😋

Powder or lotion? I don't really like either.

Polka dots or stripes ? Stripes all the way!

Powerpuff girls or my little pony? Powerpuff Girls but I like Rainbow Dash!

Spongebob or patrick? Ew none of us like Spongebob.

Lullabys or bedtime stories? Stories

Purses or backpacks? Backpaxks

Ice cream or cake? Ice Cream

Pudding or jello? Pudding

Gummy bears or gummy worms? Worms

McDonald’s or burger king ? BK

French fries or tater tots ? Fries

Coloring or painting? I prefer Drawing

Knee highs or furry socks ? Socks

Fireplace or campfire? Fireplace

Nightmare before Christmas or beetlejuice ? Nightmare before Christmas, though it's a close tie!

Girly girl or tomboy ? Tomboy

Straight or lgbtq+ ? Bi Sexual

Dolphins or jellyfish? Jellyfish, I likes the colors

Seashells or sandcastles? Castles

Spring or winter? Winter cause I like wearing sweaters and I get to stay in.

Fall or summer? Fall

Sweaters or daddy’s hoodie? Hoodie!

Daddy or mommy? That's actually tough...I'd say Mommy (though is she really our Mom or like our sister or BFF? I'm confuzed.) cause we are more comfortable around her but our CG's fun too.

Baby boy or babygirl ? Both!

Cinderella or Ariel ? Ariel

Rainbows or hearts? Rainbows but with black!

Bubble baths or bath bombs? Bubble Baths, Though I don't like to take them that often.

Little or big ? InBetween lol

Roses or wildflowers ? Roses

Rubber duckies or plastic fish ? Ducks

Glitter or glitter glue ? Glue

Live forever or have super powers? Super powers!

Castle or tree house? Tree House

Alright Mitch, it's Rini's turn now!

Strawberry milk or chocolate milk? Strawberry 🍓

Kitty’s or bunnys ? Both! But specially Bunny's, cause My name means Rabbit! 🐰

Paci’s or thumbs? Neither, I used to suck my thumb but our Mom got us to stop.

Bottles or sippys ? Little cups or with the big straw thing,like dis.

Hot Topic has some!! 😮

Hello kitty or carebears? Hello Kitty! Especially Charmmy Kitty and My Melody! But I like Care bears too. 💕

Chicken nuggets or pizza ? Nuggets causes Michie cant have cheese anymore 😥

Pancakes or waffles? Pancakes with sprinkles and whipped cream and powder sugar 🤭🥞

Princess or fairy ? I'm a queen!👑

Mermaid or unicorn ? Unicorn! 🦄

Juice or soda? Orange Juice 🍊

Stuffies or dolls? Both! I like to play with Dolls and sleep with Stuffies or a soft pillow! 🧸

Snuggles or hugs? Cuddles

Onesies or footed sleepers? Onesies or My Melody Kigurumi 🥰

Skirts or dresses? Dresses, especially long pastel one's! But I like big skirts too! 👗

Disney or pixar? Disney 🌠 But Inside Out is our favorite!

Pampers or panties? Underwear...

Powder or lotion? I like lotion sometimes

Polka dots or stripes ? Colorful Stripes

Powerpuff girls or my little pony? MLP, I love all them! But I love Bubbles too! 🎠🫧💗

Spongebob or patrick? Blah...

Lullabys or bedtime stories? Stories

Purses or backpacks? Both🛍️👝🎒

Ice cream or cake? Unicorn Cake! 🎂🧁

Pudding or jello? Pudding,speccialy tap..tapcio...I forgot how to spell it lol Tapioca!

Gummy bears or gummy worms? Bears 💜

McDonald’s or burger king ? Mcd's cause I love the big happy meals! 🍟

French fries or tater tots ? Flat round tots!

Coloring or painting? Both, specially coloring! 🎨

Knee highs or furry socks ? Cute Socks 🧦

Fireplace or campfire? Fireplace

Nightmare before Christmas or beetlejuice ? Mmm that's hard, I'd say NBC cause I like Sally and Evil Teddy! LOL

Girly girl or tomboy ? Girly! 💃

Straight or lgbtq+ ? I'm too young to know but I think they are both cute.

Dolphins or jellyfish? I LOOOVE Dolphins!! 🐬

Seashells or sandcastles? Seashells.

Spring or winter? Spring🌼

Fall or summer? Summer☀️

Sweaters or daddy’s hoodie? A super cute, pastel Sweater

Daddy or mommy? I love them both! 💞

Baby boy or babygirl ? BabyGirl

Cinderella or Ariel ? Ariel🧜‍♀️

Rainbows or hearts? Hearts and pastel Rainbows!

Bubble baths or bath bombs? Bubbles!

Little or big ? Little

Roses or wildflowers ? Any Flowers!🌺🌹🌻🌷

Rubber duckies or plastic fish ? Duckies🦆

Glitter or glitter glue ? Both are fun!

Live forever or have super powers? Super powers!

Castle or tree house? Castle 🏰🌈

Rini & Michie

🍭Little space asks (my version)🍭

Strawberry milk or chocolate milk?

Kitty’s or bunnys ?

Paci’s or thumbs?

Bottles or sippys ?

Hello kitty or carebears?

Chicken nuggets or pizza ?

Pancakes or waffles?

Princess or fairy ?

Mermaid or unicorn ?

Juice or soda?

Stuffies or dolls?

Snuggles or hugs?

Onesies or footed sleepers?

Skirts or dresses?

Disney or pixar?

Pampers or panties?

Powder or lotion?

Polka dots or stripes ?

Powerpuff girls or my little pony?

Spongebob or patrick?

Lullabys or bedtime stories?

Purses or backpacks?

Ice cream or cake?

Pudding or jello?

Gummy bears or gummy worms?

McDonald’s or burger king ?

French fries or tater tots ?

Coloring or painting?

Knee highs or furry socks ?

Fireplace or campfire?

Nightmare before Christmas or beetlejuice ?

Girly girl or tomboy ?

Straight or lgbtq+ ?

Dolphins or jellyfish?

Seashells or sandcastles?

Spring or winter?

Fall or summer?

Sweaters or daddy’s hoodie?

Daddy or mommy?

Baby boy or babygirl ?

Cinderella or Ariel ?

Rainbows or hearts?

Bubble baths or bath bombs?

Little or big ?

Roses or wildflowers ?

Rubber duckies or plastic fish ?

Glitter or glitter glue ?

Live forever or have super powers?

Castle or tree house?

Enjoy my lil followers !!! :) xoxo

[shrubforhire]

Asks 1-99

i rly thought i was in the clear,,,

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? inevitable by orla gartland nine in the afternoon by panic! fake happy by paramore epic III from hadestown say my name from beetlejuice haunted house by sir babygirl

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? hayley williams

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. Tally ran toward the garden.

4: What do you think about most? going back to school

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? Good! Morning!

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? clothes on,,, my family dont b respectin boundaries how yall live like that

7: What’s your strangest talent? i can make my eyes shake

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) girls... are so pretty and wonderful and they could do whatever they want to me. boys.... can be p cool sometimes

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? yes!!!! my girlfriend wrote me a sonnet eeeeee

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? i......cant remember

11: Do you have any strange phobias? nah

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? probably

13: What’s your religion? jew by blood

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? going somewhere else

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind, i always look weird on camera

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? paramore

17: What was the last lie you told? i told my mom her fitbit isnt a worse model

18: Do you believe in karma? yea

19: What does your URL mean? i made it when i was finally mostly sure i was a lesbian but it kinda leaves some ambiguity. and now its just kinda like hey maybe lets not

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? im super insecure; im persistent

21: Who is your celebrity crush? stephanie scott

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? no

23: How do you vent your anger? pacing & long walks, doing something else

24: Do you have a collection of anything? i have hella pokemon dolls i used to collect

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? i like talking on the phone cause then im not thinking abt my appearance the whole time

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? almost

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? knife on a plate; hot metal going into liquid

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? what if they dont like me

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yea, and no

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. a pillow. my own leg

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? nothing lol, its just air

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? texas

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? east coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? uhhhhhh,,,,, i guess like a younger billie joe armstrong

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? to be happy!

36: Define Art. something that makes you feel stuff!

37: Do you believe in luck? yea

38: What’s the weather like right now? sunny, but not deadly hot yet

39: What time is it? 10:43

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? yes, no i have not yet knock on wood babeyyy

41: What was the last book you read? boleslavsky lmao

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? YES

43: Do you have any nicknames? lil c, mini straub

44: What was the last film you saw? arthur

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? i tripped and my cheek got stabbed with the corner of a coffee table and i had to get stitches

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? no

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? musescore

48: What’s your sexual orientation? less bien

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? not rly lol, no ones rly cared enough to do tht

50: Do you believe in magic? a lil

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? yes, but after 4 years i give them a second chance

52: What is your astrological sign? taurusss

53: Do you save money or spend it? save

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? a subway sandwich

55: Love or lust? love

56: In a relationship? y e s hehehhhe

57: How many relationships have you had? techincally, 3. but the first 2 lasted for like 2 weeks so they really dont count. p much just this 1

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no :(

59: Where were you yesterday? at work lol

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? a spray bottle

61: Are you wearing socks right now? no ;)

62: What’s your favourite animal? giraffe

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? god i wish i had one,,, usually just tryna not b annoying lol

64: Where is your best friend? at rehearsal

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. positivewlwvibes lesbian-bottom-memes meaningfulsuggestion okay-pie atomicanderson haha bitchessssss

66: What is your heritage? white people soup

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? watching danny gonzalez 

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? hellman

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? no, i only clock out when I've worked my 9 hours. but noice q 69

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? yea,, i send memes and im a crackhead

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? this job is seasonal bitch,,,, save that mf pupper

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? i would tell my pals, i would spend all of my money doing dumb shit, and id be scared as fuck bitch!!

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. this is a weird fucking q. i guess trust bc its a form of love

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? girls like girls

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 6071

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? communication, checking in w the other person, making sure everything is all good

77: How can I win your heart? playing a song,,,,, bonus points if u wrote it ohymogd

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? yes absolutely

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? moving away from home for college

80: What size shoes do you wear? 6 1/2

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? pepparoni and chaese

82: What is your favourite word? effervescent 

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. tubes

84: What is a saying you say a lot? we cant all be winners

85: What’s the last song you listened to? i got you by karmin

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? lavender and p much any pastels

87: What is your current desktop picture? the gravity falls floating stan balloon that says i eat kids

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? i’d say trump, but then we’d have pence and it would be worse. 

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? idk,, theres so much embarrassing shit you could ask me i rly cant narrow it down

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? say whats up bro

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? telekinesis

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? going to the beach w pals and riding bikes and looking at the ocean :’)

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? my dads existence rofl

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? hayley. mf. williams

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? maryland

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? not anymore!

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? nope

98: Ever been on a plane? yup

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? raid the ice concentration camps

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

I wrote another fanfic. Its Beetlejuice x reader.... it turned out to be really fluffy, but its BeeJ so its gonna be smutty too. I've made a little *****-line. And under there it gets... down... to... smut-town. So if you dont like that, stop before the *****. If you are as thirsty as i am. Continue reading the whole thing. (Daddy kink! If ur not into that... im sorry. Scroll along.) I was thirsty im sorry.

Thanx again for reading, lovelies. 💕

Reader dying her hair purple leading to awesome time with our ghost-with-the-most .

So... you dyed your hair...

Ithink Beetlejuice wouldnt get it at first. Your hair was always a beautifull full brown colour.

And suddenly it was red. Not bright red... just... a LITTLE bit redder then usual. BeeJ would be a bit confused. But also SUPER turned on... cause he loved redheads. So he didn't questions it. Just roll with it. (And by rolling with it i ment you. Rolling you on your back.) But hey. Both of you happy... no questions asked.

2 months after that he would poof back home after scaring the neigbours, and you would be chilling on the couch watching movies. He would already be calling: "Hey babes!!! Did ya miss...." and he could finish his scentence cause then he saw you.

His beautiful beautiful breather. Chilling as usual. Looking very relaxed while watching her favorite show in her pyjama shorts.

Okay.... points for that. He noticed his need to touch her thighs... GOD she looked good in shorts! But that wasnt what made his breath hitch in his throat. His eyes traveled upwards to her hair... panic rising in his chest when he realised. It was purple. Well... more dark aubergine... but it still made him anxious. His own hair changing colour all of the sudden to match the one of his partner. Why was his favorite breather so sad that it made her hair turn purple?

You turned around and noticed the sudden change of his facial expressions... but also his hair changing colour rapidly. The bright green (when he was happy and excited after scaring people) made place for a deep purple. As Beetlejuice rushed closer to you and sat next to you to hold your hand you saw some streaks of pink popping through the purple. Thank God... he wasnt upset about you at least. The pink of his hair betraying the love he held for you. But the sadness and worry his purple hair usually carried had you worried instantly. What would make your favorite demon so troubled all of the sudden.

He kissed your hand while mumbling: "Babes... what's up? Are you upset? Why is your hair purple? Is it me? I promise i didn't dye the neigbours cat green again this time. Did miss Mullens talked to you? Cause... i swear i thought it was legal the last time and..."

You shut him up in the only way you knew how to that fast. You kissed him SO softly and with SO much passion he growled in your kiss slightly.

Doing so making you smile against his green scruff.

"Sweety..." you said after he pulled back. "Im not sad. Its just... purple because i like it that way."

You were relieved that when you looked closer you could see the purple dissapeared slightly from his hair. More pink there then purple... thanks to the passionate kiss you two had shared.

He still looked slightly confused... but you managed to explain hair dying to him... and after a minute or two he told you he understood.

With a flicker in his eyes and his hands already wandering over your bare thighs he smirked at you... "you look lovely babes. The purple gets me hungry."

He kissed your lips passionately and bit your lower lip. The move had you moaning. Before things went further down you pulled away... and looked him in the eye.

It could kill the mood but you had to say it to him. So you stated: "BeeJ... thanx for looking after me. It means a lot that you care enough to get sad when you think im sad."

"Anytime." He said. "Cant have my favorite breather all upset now can i?" With that he kissed you again. Very softly but you felt the need and the power in that kiss. The heat that was there.

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His hands very slowly traveled between your legs again and you felt your breath hitch when he found your clothed mouth. Your mouth fell open with anticipation for what was about to happen.

Beetlejuice took that moment to bite your lower lip, slowly going down towards your cheeckbone. You felt your eyes close at the sensation of his scruff against your cheek and neck while he was delicately placing kisses bites and licks on your cheek and neck.

His hand still teasingly rubbing your hand against your aching pussy. Very slowly. With a bit of pressure. But not quite enough to get you off. Yet.

You moaned silently at the contact. Craving more, but still very insecure about making noises. But your ghost-with-the-most picked up on it. You felt his fingers twitch lightly at the sweet sound of your voice, and he growled at the pleasure it gave him to hear that little whiper coming out of you.

He knew you needed some sort of comfort to proceed making hot noices like that. So he growled in a deep seductive tone: "thats it babygirl. You already so wet for me arent you? Im just barely touching your pussy and my beautiful purple princess is already moaning for me to let her come? You want to make daddy proud, dont you?"

You nodded your head, eyes closed at the sensation of his voice in your ear, the scruff on your cheeck and his hand still rubbing your clenching pussy.

"Use your words purple princess. Daddy wants to hear you. Daddy needs to hear how good he makes you feel. How hot and how ready you are to scream daddy's name. Moan for me babygirl."

You sighed. Troubled. Really wanted to... but still embarresed.

Suddenly that changed when his teeth found your earlobe. Tugging it softly with his teeth, growling your name while doing so.

You opened your mouth to moan the most quiet moan he ever heared. But oh boy did he notice.

"Thats it babygirl. Let daddy hear you. I love to hear the beautiful sounds you make babes. They are so hot. You are so hot. Thats my babygirl."

You moaned again slightly harder this time, his hand now fondling with your breast.

"Your doing such a good job babes... so ready and needy. With a wet tight pussy for daddy to take. Your doing great princess. Let me hear you again babes. Please."

His hand pinched your nipple roughly and you let out a cry of pleasure.

BeeJ growled at that. His pretty breather coming undone under his skilled hands. All spread beneath him... moaning for more. With her beautiful purple hair.

He started to rub his hand faster over her pussy.

She made the most beautifull sound he'd ever heared.

You were a mess. He was working magic with his hands over your aching body. Rubbing faster and faster over your still clothed pussy. Moaning with each stroke his fingers made. You felt your orgasm building while he took your hair in his hand, other hand still vigorously rubbing your pussy. You were panting and moaning and breathing very shallow. You were so close... you could feel it.

"Daddy's little girl. I love your hair like this babygirl. You look so pretty. Moaning and ready to come for daddy. Like the little slut you are. You like me rubbing you trough your pyjamas?"

You moaned at his dirty talk and the rubbing on your clit.

He rougly pulled your hair.

"I was asking something princess. Awnser daddy like a good girl." He growled into your ear.

"Yes daddy." You moaned. "I am. Ive been horny all day thinking about you BeeJ. Teasing myself through the shorts as i imagined what you would do to me when you came home. Ive been a very bad girl touching myself " you moaned.

"You make daddy so angry. Yet so hot." He panted. "I think you need a little punishment for being so naughty, babes." He growled so close you your ear, that you felt his tongue touching it lightly. You took in a sharp breath from both the tongue on your ear and the dirty talk of your demon echoing in your mind.

Beetlejuice practically purred while he offered his hand he had been rubbing on your aching pussy to you. He stick out his index and middle finger while purring into your ear: "suck daddy's fingers while i hear you moan babes..." You remained intense eye contact while slowly pulling your lips over his warm fingers. They smelled slightly of you, combined with the mixture of scents that was obvious BeeJ's. "So good babygirl... suck daddy's fingers" he praised you.

You moaned at the sensation sucking on his fingers brought you. Circling your tongue against his fingers. Licking up and down before closing your lips on it once again. Soflty whimpering while Beetlejuice used his free hand to play with your hair. "Nnrgh... daddy..." you whispered. "Please... PLEASE keep touching my hair" you moaned desperately. Craving his gentle touch on your scalp. "Am i doing good daddy?" You begged, while again sucking his fingers up and down.

Beetlejuice smiled at your begging. The moans you made were music to his ears. He purred and took his fingers out of your mouth. While remaining eye contact with you he plopped his own fingers in his mouth and took them out sofly, sensually. With a deep voice he cooed: "thats my good little slut. You did such a good job. You deserve a reward babygirl..." You never heard his voice sound so deep and gravely before.

He licked his lips and brought his wet fingers back to your entrance again. Rubbing fastly whitout mercy.

Whitin seconds you felt that white heat closing in on your orgasm again. The sensation of his wet fingers on your pussy while the other hand played with your hair and his lips closed around a nipple... soflty biting the skin you breathed his name against his neck.

"Im so close daddy" you keened in the crook of his neck. "Please make me come. Please daddy. Im begging you."

"It would be a pleasure babes. I love to hear you beg for daddy like the good little girl you are. So naughty playing with yourself when daddy was away hmm? Like the feeling of my fingers rubbing you, my princess?" He growled in your ear.

"Y-yeah da-daddy... oh... fuck... Thats it... right... there... faster please daddy..."He rubbed your clit even faster. You spread your legs open as wide as you could to give him more acces.

"Nnnrg. Yeah... like that da-ah-daddy... please"

"Thats it babygirl. Your doing so good. Being all spread out like this for me. God your gorgeous. Let me hear you babes."

You moaned his name tiredly and he squeezed your breast again. You whined "daddy... pleeeease..." as he slapped your pussy sofly, tugging your ear with his teeth and petting your hair he growled:

"Come for daddy y/n" placing a kiss on your neck.

With this you came. Screaming his name as you came.

He smiled a lopsided smile at you as he was holding you in his hands. Pulling you close to him to let you rest. Hugging back you felt him petting your hair softly mumbling praises in your ear. "You did so good baby. Im so proud of you. You are so beautifull babes."

You felt him putting his nose in your hair to sniff it, purring softly. You smiled to yourself as he did so.

You turned your head so you could kiss him softly on his lips. Giggling as he confessed: "love the purple hair babes. Looks good on you"

Kissing his nose you said: "should dye it more often then."

Beetlejuice chuckled and swooped you up bridal style to the bedroom.

You cackled all the way up.

Feeling blessed with a man... demon... in your life that loved you. Even with purple hair...

BeeJ unceremoniously dropped you onto the bed and started peppering you with kisses along your hairline. Slowly feeling up your sides and growling when he squeezed your but. You giggled. This was gonna be a LONG night.

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We've Got A Deal - Beetlejuice x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Beetlejuice makes a demon deal that gets you desperately horny for him for 24 hours straight. You find out, and curse him back with the same affliction.

Notes: Ah, my spooky horndog ghost. Slowly getting back into Michael Keaton rn so this happened. Also, slight warning, this may be a little dubcon-y, if you squint. Both are consenting tho, as any relationship with BJ is insanely tumultuous a little wild.

Beetlejuice paces in the hellish abode of the demon he summoned.

"Alright, alright, just listen. Hey-- Hermano! You gotta help me out here."

The demon sighs. "What? What do you want?"

"I need something real good. Something that'll knock my socks off. Hers too!"

"Why don't you just do it?"

"Well. I would. Duh. I just, uh... y'know, I don't have the juice for it right now."

"You're not powerful enough," the demon smirks, sitting forward, and BJ growls.

"You want my business or not, chump?"

The demon sighs again. "I can offer you a sex curse."

"Curse..." BJ shifts. "Yeah, just... why don't we call it a spell, alright?"

The demon shrugs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. Once I cast it, your lover will want you desperately for 24 hours."

"In other words, (y/n)'s gonna want me to rail her on every surface of the house for an entire day?" Beej grins.

"Essentially," the demon mutters, making a face. "Do we have a deal?"

"Hell yeah we do!" Beetlejuice jumps up, shaking the demon's hand heartily. "Throw in an extra hour for me, will ya?" He winks, and appears with a black poof back in the bedroom.

You come out of the shower, squeezing your hair out, and suddenly frown.

"What..." you murmur, and look up at your undead boyfriend, spread out on the bed with a dead rose between his teeth.

"Heya babes," he smirks, and you can't explain it-- you just need him.

You drop the towel, and stride over to the bed, sliding into his lap and making out with him. You drag yourself against his growing bulge, moaning softly into his neck. You must be PMSing, cause you've never wanted Beetlejuice so fucking bad.

You lick over his lips and up to his nose, nearly coming then and there as he grabs your tits.

"Awww fuck yeah!" BJ shouts, moving his hands down to your hips, and dragging you down against him, "I got 24 hours of this?!"

You pause, and tear yourself away from him for a second. Your eyes narrow, and you sniff him. He doesn't smell like his usual grave rot and deadly nightshade cologne. He smells like demon ash.

You get off him, crossing your arms, and he follows quickly, pants unzipped.

"Wait! Wait, babes, you can't leave me like this!"

"I can very much leave you like this."

Opening the book BJ had taken out on the mantle, you start to read the demon incantation.

"AW NAH!" BJ shouts, before you're transported down to the same demon's lair. You're a little bit freaked out, since all this dead, supernatural stuff only really started a year ago for you, but you adjust to the fiery living room you've just transported yourself to.

"Ah," the demon looks you up and down, then takes his reading glasses off. "(y/n) I presume?"

"Same spell," you grit out, "All day."

The demon chuckles. "Have fun." He shakes your hand.

When you get back, BJ is pouting in his old musty chair. He looks up.

"You didn't have to reverse it, y'know. It's basically just satanic viagra, I mean, c'mon."

You wait for it to hit, standing by the mantle, and when it does, he looks at you, eyes lit up.

"Oh..." he looks down at his crotch. "Oh hell yeah, babes, I am feelin' it..." He gets up, walking over as he realizes what you've done. "Oh, see this is why we're MADE for each other... oh yeah... I am gonna make that pussy feel so good, babygirl--"

"I'm inviting Barbara and Adam over for dinner."

"Na-ffija-ne-do-eeueuuigh!"

BJ watches you walk off, falling to his knees and throwing a mini tantrum.

Later, at dinner, you sit across the table from the ghostly couple you two are friends with.

"What a lovely surprise," Adam says, sipping his drink, "Barbara and I were just fiddling around the house when we got your invitation."

"That's what we're supposed to be doing," BJ mutters bitterly, "'Cept a little less fiddling, and a lot more f--"

You kick him in the crotch, and smile sweetly.

"We hadn't seen you in so long, figured it would be a good time." You try not to look at your boyfriend, as the spell is still in effect. Honestly, you just want to get down underneath this table and suck him off, but this is his punishment for putting a damn sex curse on you.

"Is... everything alright?" Barbara asks, exchanging looks with you, and you cross your legs, trying to ignore the lewd gestures BJ is making with his tongue at you.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, just... feeling a little hot."

"Wish we could feel hot," Barbara sighs, "Or feel anything. Being dead sucks sometimes."

"You're right, honey," Adam agrees, "At least we didn't go pale, though. Uh, no offense, Beej."

"None... none taken..." He must be really distracted, cause he totally would've taken offense to that. Your boyfriend suddenly clears his throat, and looks down. "Ah, look at that, dropped my napkin, oh..." He drops down to his hands and knees to crawl under the table. Your eyes widen as you feel him roughly bury himself between your legs. Barb and Adam raise their eyebrows in alarm as the table bumps up a little. You tilt your head back for a split second, before you clamp your thighs shut on his head.

"Get. Out," you growl, and the Maitlands look up at you.

"Did we do something wrong?" Adam asks, and you look up.

"N-not you! I was just talking to... um..." You look at the food on your plate. "I don't like my peas... in my gravy."

BJ sits in his seat again, holding his neck. You look at the exposed skin there, and want nothing more than for him to pin you down and destroy you. You want his spooky, dirty fingers all over you, on you, inside you. Is he...

You try your hardest not to look under the table... but you can't help it. Taking a quick peek, you see his hand on his cock, stroking himself through his slacks with his napkin over top. The clear outline of it is noticeable, and so fucking big. Your mouth waters as you tear your eyes away, and try not to rub yourself against your chair for relief.

"Come n get it," Beej hisses so only you can hear, smug smile on his lips.

"Well, this was fun," you suddenly say.

"Yes, I guess we should be--" Adam starts to say, but Beetlejuice has already started pushing them up and out the door.

"Love you guys-- love your shirt buddy, we still shop at the same store, good catch up, we'll do lunch, SEE YA!"

The door slams, and you're thrown against the wall by BJ's invisible force, chest heaving. Fuck, you've never been so horny, never needed anyone this bad.

Beej's eyes roam your body, and he starts doing what he likes to call his "mating" dance, shaking his arms and dancing toward you.

"C'mere, doll," he growls, and dips you, kissing you hard. You moan through it, and start to palm him, desperate to get that big cock out and inside you. He bucks into your palm, and you finally take him out, stroking up to the head.

"Fuck me from behind, daddy, fucking please?" you gasp urgently. Holy hell, you need him so bad. Beetlejuice looks at you, his voice becoming normal and serious.

"You know, when I died, I thought I would be doomed to my own eternal hell. They must have gotten the papers mixed up." He attacks you again with kisses up your back, and parts your legs a little more, pushing in.

"Oh, ohhh yeah..." Beej hisses, "Daddy's girl... so fucking good, babes..." He keeps thrusting, rocking you against the coffee table.

"Mmm," you whine, and you're both already so close. All you'd really need right now is--

He pulls out, flips you around, and goes back in, kissing you rough and sloppy. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, going even deeper with the new angle. You moan into his mouth, grabbing at his wild hair, and come hard around his cock. He grunts in relief, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and coming on your chest. You look down, and think about how hot that is.

"Oh, sweetie. You remembered," you tease, getting up and dragging a finger through it, "I like it messy." Beej lays back on the bed, letting out a breath.

"You know me, babe. I always get messy," he grins, whistling in awe. "Wowsers. What a roll in the hay."

"And we still have half a day of this stupid little curse left," you grin. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.