#i hc that he had a glow up soz

[angelicspaceprince]

Random Beetlejuice HCs.

Random Beetlejuice headcanons (there are some sad ones about how he died at the end of the SFT stuff, soz all). Also there is some stuff that is AFAB but not AMAB, I’ll work on that later. TW: Suicide, depression, self-harm talk.

SFT:

Is a hand holder. He needs to hold your hand whenever people are around to centre himself but also to show the world that you’re his and to just know that he is loved and to make sure you know you are loved

Really bad social skills and a horrid sense of personal space

Is a literal ball of anxiety and is a stimmer

Rocks in a ball when things ever overwhelming and flaps his hands when nervous

You get him a fidget toy that he uses so much it breaks within a month, so you have a steady supply at hand that he keeps in his pocket always

Is meh on the coffee thing, isn’t a massive tea fan, hot chocolate is where it’s at!

Actually a really good cook? He watches a ton of cooking Youtube videos when you’re away at work or at friends and ends up taking it up as a hobby

Legit cries when you give him his first gift ever because he’s never received a gift before

The first time you go to family Christmas and they give him a present he has to excuse himself because he just starts crying because these people don’t even know him and they got him a present? What the fuck?

Much to your surprise, he takes up knitting?

It’s a nice way to cool his brain and keep focused without disassociating (which he does often) and the bonus is he gets cute socks out of it?

In his mind, it’s a win win situation

Also he can knit dicks to throw at people, that’s just extra awesome

Can play guitar, piano and saxophone. Often likes to sing to you but the content matter of the songs aren’t always loving (mostly about how he wants to pound you)

Actually not a massive fan of horror movies, they’re so unrealistic that it bugs him

Will make sure that you can’t leave his grasp if he needs a cuddle session on the couch because he needs that contact time

Is really sensitive but will make a joke out of it, so half the time you don’t know if he isn’t offended or if he is and he’s just hiding it

You come home one day and suddenly there is just….a dog in your house?

“His name is Sandy, he is a black Labrador and he is our son now.”

Absolutely shocking handwriting. Just. Abysmal. You can’t make it out, so now its just become some weird game of Pictionary whenever he leaves a note for you that isn’t the phrase ‘I love you’.

Is super messy (obviously) but if you tell him to clean up, he will

If you do the dishes together (the only way you can get him to help clean up after cooking), he does the drying up because he does not want to shove his hands into hot soapy water, no thank you

When he dances, its not the timid, shy dancing you see when people aren’t dancing in a group. Its full on, full body, the entire house is his stage kinda dancing. And its arguably pretty good

Even when he gets you to dance what clearly isn’t a proper tango, but it’s fun none the less.

Really sensitive about suicide and self-harm, because he’s been there

Think about it, he was Juno’s assistant (movie, not musical, I know) which means he was a public servant which means he committed suicide

Given the way that everyone who has died carries on how they died into the afterlife through their looks from the moment they died, we can reason that Beetlejuice looks exactly like how he did when he died

The moss and hair and mildew and just the general damp look he seems to carry makes me think that he was either drunk, fell over and drowned in a puddle or lake or it was a calculated move and he killed himself to get away from his mother or just general demons

So yeah, if you self-harm or talk about killing yourself, he takes that very personally because you deserve better than that, and he’ll be damned if you kill yourself on his watch

It takes him a while to admit to you what happened and how he died, and it most definitely happens when you’re both drunk, but you remember what he says and whenever he talks about his childhood because its horrible and always ends with you holding him close because he clearly needs that shit

NSFT

Our boy here is such a switch

There are days where he needs to absolutely dominate the shit out of you, controlling every aspect of what happens, including when, where and how you cum

But sometimes he just needs to be taken care of and to obey every order you give him

Has tried every single kink and only a few of them are a hard no in his books

But if he had to limit it to his top 5-10 they’d be: Mommy/Daddy Kink, Puppy Kink, Cum Inflation (or anything to do with cum really), edge play, cock warming, anything that ends with either of you having a tummy bulge due to a toy, cock or just the sheer amount of cum that’s in you, humiliation, public sex, impact play and adduction/consensual non-consensual play

Rarely asks for you to be a sub for 24 hours, but he’s happy to be in puppy space or in sub space for days or even weeks if you so want or if he needs

Can give himself blowjobs

Also enjoys having his clones get in on the fun and to mess with you throughout the day if he knows he can get away with it

So. Many. Dick. Pics.

Just. Constantly sending you photos of his junk because he can

Sex is rarely serious unless you’re in a scene where that is required. If you two are just fooling around, it’s full of puns and laughter

Wearing stripes turns him on, wearing his clothes even more so

Lingerie to him is wearing his oversized hoodies and a pair of striped panties

Really good at shibari

If you’re in public and aren’t paying attention to him, he will slide a hand up towards your crotch and just push his way inside and start fingering you until you cum as quietly as you possibly can before sucking his fingers clean with a grin because ‘you should have been paying attention’

Massive case filled with toys that seem endless, almost like the perverted version of Mary Poppins’ bag

Likes to put toys in you when he’s in dom mode and make you wear them in public all day whilst he’s at home controlling the vibrator settings, just to see how much you can take

He. Will. Eat. You. Out. And is the king of it. And is proud of that fact

Aftercare is a must between the two of you, and due to his abandonment issues you can’t leave during aftercare time. You can during a scene if you tell him where you’re going and why but afterwards, he needs you there without interruption until he’s fully recovered. Both in dom and sub mode

Safe word is bath, for obvious reasons

You managed to get him in the shower once to tell him it’s a kink of yours to fuck in the shower and he was down for that. Didn’t work a second time, but he got the picture. BATHE

Has, on more than one occasion, made his dick stripy to surprise you and it always ends with you going no. Just no.

Produces an extreme amount of cum, it should be illegal and inhuman, which incidentally, he is

Can make his cock grow, swell, shrink, whatever you need on his command and he loves when he’s being cockwarmed to make his cock grow whenever you shift or move as punishment

Sometimes, in sub space, if he’s feeling needy and you need to work, you get him to sit in your chair and you sit on him. If he moves without warning, you make it to leave but he whines and promises to be good. If he says ‘I just need to adjust’ or whatever, then you won’t move if he starts to shift

IS. INTO. PRAISE. KINK

PRAISE THIS BOY

SO MUCH!

If you praise him well enough in sub space, he will cum without being touched and that, at the end of the day, is the goal

Really fucking low refectory period, like we are talking seconds

He’s not a one go type of guy, if you guys be fucken, you guys be fucken for hours

Has done stretches before sex to make you laugh and roll your eyes

Bought glow in the dark condoms once and surprised you with it

Most of the time, he will hold hands with you in some way as you fuck

Falls asleep within seconds of finishing and holds onto you so tight you can’t escape to pee or do whatever you need to do

Favourite positions: Doggy style, you riding his face or him or up a wall/on a counter

Claims you’re his favourite meal and that he has saved the best seat in the house which is his lap or his face

Most DEFINITELY as left you tied up in a room with a vibe pressed firmly on your clit to see how many times you can cum. He’s just outside the door, you both just like it when he acts as if he has left you alone to ‘suffer’

[floralreddie]

richie eating you out p l e a s e. like a reaaal nice make out and loads of hickeys and bite marks and hair pulling and ass grabbing and just.. the full package of hormonal teenagers with pent up sexual frustration. losers notice the both of you with hickeys and marks and are just like “god damn what the hell happened to you guys?” and loads of teasing from them. idk i just love this so much. please and thanks heaps you can add anything you’d like. thank you dearie xx

I haven’t checked spelling so soz. the reader and Richie are eighteen in this, I simply can’t write them any younger so I’m using my own hc of what I imagine early 20′s/late teens Richie to look like. sick request tho babe, here you go! xx

warnings: swearing, nsfw as hell

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You’re not quite sure how it happens.

You have, for as long as you can remember, been utterly besotted with one of your best friends, Richie Tozier. The both of you were two of eight, members of the self-named Losers Club that formed when you were just thirteen.

You can’t really remember how it formed. Something to do with the child murders. Something to do with Henry Bowers. Something to do with a bond between you all that could never be broken.

You had spent years pining after him. For a short while, your crush has been solely on Bill, with his confident attitude and bright blue eyes. You were always part of the gang. You, Bill, Stan, Eddie and Richie. Then Bev came along, took Bill’s attention, and you got on with life. You all went through some shit (but what was it, why can’t you remember?), and so came Mike and Ben, too.

That was that. You got older. You started looking at how Richie grew, all gangly and geeky and messy and just fucking ridiculous, but for some reason that was enough for you. He let his hair grown into a curly mess, wore his patterned shirts more than necessary, and shoved an 8mm tunnel through his ear. 

He lost his virginity when he was sixteen, and came to school bragging about it the next day. Bev had taken you to the girls bathroom and petted your hair as you spluttered angrily and bitterly about his escapades.

That following weekend, you lost yours to some guy in the grade above who as a Quarterback and used to bully Eddie and Ben back in the day. You made special sure that Richie saw you walk into the bedroom with the boy at the house party you were all at. 

You drunkenly cried in Stan’s car afterwards as the boy drove you home and tucked you into bed.

You and Richie didn’t talk for a week.

The next weekend, he slept with a boy in your English class (you heard it was in the back of said boys car near the Quarry) and came out as bisexual.

You made out with Bev and realised the same, just as Bev realised with a red lipstick stained mouth as the two of you sat at the Quarry that, ‘Oh, shit, I think I’m a lesbian’. The two of you had fallen about laughing afterwards.

Neither of you told the Losers how she came to this realisation.

You’re eighteen now, all of you. Bev has a girlfriend. Mike is dating some girl who lives near his farm. Bill and Stan have been dating for six months (fucking finally). Eddie came out as gay when you were all just fourteen, and had made it abundantly clear that he was not going near any of the guys in Derry. ‘New York,’ he sniped. ‘Is where I plan to find someone’.

You’re not quite sure how it happens, but you know it happens at your house.

You’re all there, all of the Losers, and you’re watching some shitty horror film from the early seventies. You’re squished between Mike and Richie, whilst the others spread themselves over the other couches.

Your mom, your only parent, was away for the weekend with her new squeeze, whoever that was.

Eddie sighs at a particularly needlessly gory scene, as Bev snickers and nudges the wincing Ben in the side. Stan and Bill, both quite bored with the movie, keep glancing at the clock. Mike had already nodded off. He usually did that, only because he spent most of his Saturday day time working at the farm.

And you…you were staring at the screen with a red face because Richie had been drumming his fingers lazily against your upper thigh for the past fifteen minutes.

You were well aware there had always been something there; something heated and more that friendship slotted between the two of you. You had seen Richie look at you with long glances and teasing winks. You did not, though, know if he felt quite the same for you as you did for him.

Finally, you glance up at him, a quiet glare on your face, only to snort when you catch him throw you the side-eye from behind his thick rimmed glasses.He smirks. You roll your eyes.

He moves his hand higher and you jolt.

Never, ever had he done this before. You had kissed for dares when you were younger and spin the bottle was still a thing. You had flirted and grown with him through awkward years and horrible crushes. He had never, though, pulled the moves on you that you were sure he had pulled on so many before you.

That thought alone makes you cringe.

Suddenly, his finger flatten against your jeans, and long and pale digits spread about the top of your thigh in the dimly lit room. With a slight shift of his long form against the sofa and a kick of his long, spread legs out in front of him, he gives your thigh a quick squeeze.

When you gasp, he smirks when Bill shoots you a concerned look.

‘Sorry,’ you cough, shifting as Richie snatches his hand away.

It is that moment the phone rings, and you nearly trip over Stan’s legs in your haste to vacate the living room. It’s your mom, as it turns out, making sure you lock the door before you go to sleep, and warning you that she won’t be home until Monday. You nod, standing barefoot in the kitchen and staring at the shut door where your friends sit beyond, and listening sparingly to what she’s saying.

The moment you hang up, Richie opens the door and slides into the brightly lit kitchen, his eyes dark and the sleeves of his ratty jumper falling about his hands.

‘What the fuck was that?’ you ask him, brow cocked and arms crossed. ‘You fucking weirdo’.

He snorts and rubs his nose, a flash of a smile sliding across his freckled face. ‘Shit, dude, harsh much?’ he scoffs, padding barefoot across the kitchen to reach you. He stands a foot and a half taller than you, and as his curls fall across his face and his acne scarred skin glints in the harsh light, you think for the millionth time of how fucking hot Richie was.

‘Um, harassing me is-’ He laughs, and you have to join in. ‘Why did you follow me in here, anyway?’ Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your butt. He stares down at you, eyes dark and hooded and teeth gnawing at his bottom lip.

He sighs. ‘I’m shit at this, dude. You know that’. Your heart thuds because, holy shit, what the fuck was happening? Richie scratches the back of his head and sighs, before shooting a quick glance at the entrance to the living room. 

He stares at you. You stare at him.

You cock a brow. ‘I won’t be another notch on your freaking bed-post, Tozier,’ you mutter, cheeks glowing. 

He scoffs. ‘I’ve slept with like four people!’

‘Whatever-’ He kisses you then, and your teeth knock together and his front teeth catch on your bottom lip and your noses knock, but heat pools so quickly into your stomach that you’re almost embarrassed at how long you have been dreaming of this moment.

It’s as if a switch goes off, because there isn’t a moment when the both of you kiss slowly. The moment his mouth is on yours, and yours on his, your looping your arms about his neck and pressing yourself against him in every way possible as Richie backs you up against the kitchen counter, his kisses quick and wet.

Fuck. Fuck. You’ve wanted this forever. 

His hands find the hem of your shirts, and they flatten against the skin there between your jeans and your t-shirt. You push against him, kissing quickly and kissing hard.

‘Fuck, Richie…’ you moan with a laugh. ‘Holy shit, I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this for fucking ever, dude’.

He pulls away, grins, and droops his head to kiss you neck. ‘Same here, sweets’.

You’re not quite sure how it happens, but suddenly you’re sitting on the counter and he’s pressed between your legs, and you trying hard as fuck to slide your groin against his because you are horny as hell. He kisses your jaw and your cheeks and bites hard against your neck; so hard that you yelp and smack his back and says sorry about a billion times.

You don’t even remember that the others are in the other room. All you care about is Richie’s skin, Richie’s lips, and Richie’s hard-on pressed against your inner thigh. He grabs your ass and yanks you against him, groaning into your ear as you both grind against each other, and the noise you make is fucking unholy.

‘I’ve…’ he pulls away, glasses askew, and licks his swollen lips. You stare breathlessly back, a big ball of hormones and horniness. ‘I’ve always wanted to go down on you, Y/N…do a dude a favour?’

You pretty much fucking shove his head down there.

He pulls down your jeans to your ankles in no time, before slipping his fingers underneath your rainbow printed underwear and finding a rhythm for you. As you stare up at him, his glasses fog up and his pale arm moves as he curls his fingers against you, finding what you like. He looks with hooded eyes down at you, mouth half open and chest heaving.

‘Fuck!’ you hiss, grabbing his hand and holding it. ‘Holy shit. Yeah. That’.

He grins, ducks, and kisses you again. Then he’s kissing your jaw, your collarbone, your clothes stomach, before planting a wet kiss to your core and you have to fucking slap a hand over your mouth to stop from moaning.

All in all, Richie Tozier is fucking good at going down on someone.

He kisses and bites your inner thighs, mouth hot and wet between your legs. You curl your fingers through his curls, knees pressed tightly against the side of his head as pleasure coils and coils inside of you, and wonder how to fucking God someone as clumsy as Richie was able to do something hardly any fucking guy could do with such skill.

He sucks and you turn to mush, hand falling onto his shoulder to support yourself. He licks a long strip and you all but choke on your tongue. 

When you mutter, quietly, ‘Fuck, Rich, I’m gonna cum,’ he surges to his feet and replaces his mouth with his fingers, working you with what he remembered you liked down there and smashing his mouth against yours as moan in surprise. He rubs at your before slipping two fingers in and curling and-

You don’t really remember finishing, but when you come to his mouth is pressed against yours and he’s swallowing your groans. What you taste, you assume, is yourself.

When you push him away, he blinking lazily at you and your red as a fucking lobster as you stare back at him, you knickers and jeans at your ankles and your neck aching with bite marks.

‘Do you wanna be my girlfriend?’ he blurts out suddenly. Ah, you think. There’s the Rich I know. 

You snort and stumble to yank up your jeans and plop onto the cold ground. Your legs are shaky, and you can’t quite believe he made you freaking cum. You had done stuff with only three people before him, and no one had come close.

You kiss his cheek and say, ‘Of course, dumb ass’.

He grins. ‘Awesome!’

You glance down. ‘Do you want me to…?’

‘Er…no…that sorted itself out’. He winks, blushes, and shrugs when you gape and snort. ‘What? Take it as a compliment, sweets’.

‘Oh, fuck,’ you groan, suddenly remembering the Losers. ‘The others. I need the fucking bathroom, but we have to go upstairs and-’

‘And past them’. He shrugs. ‘Oh, well. I’ve walked in on Stan and Billiam more times than I can count. C’mon’. He grabs your hand and drags you with wobbly legs through the kitchen door before you can even say no. You blush red when everyone turns to look at you, the credits rolling on the screen.

Mike, now half-awake and bleary-eyed, looks over the back of the sofa and squints. ‘God damn, what the Hell happened to you guys?’

Bev, standing with her arms crossed, snorts at the two of you. Stan and Bill, who apparently left, are eerily absent. Eddie stares the both of you with disdain. Ben stares at the ceiling with pink ears. ‘Anyone with freaking ears could say what they were doing in there, Mike,’ she scoffs. ‘Go on. Clean up. We’ll be waiting’.

With that, she plops onto the couch and ejects the VHS from the player. You look to Richie, who pushes his glasses up his nose and shrugs, and grin guilty. Nudging him, you start to walk toward your staircase.

‘Oh, and well done for finally acting upon the sexual tension! It’s been driving us nuts for years!’