#soft beej

[beetlebabber]

more hand kiss bc reasons

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[d66dle]

DREAM SEQUENCE

There will be another song for me For I will sing it There will be another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine while it is warm And never let you catch me looking at the sun And after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life You'll still be the one

[possum-quesadilla]

Uh oh. I may have a new Beetlejuice AU to write a fanfic for alongside LoopJuice.

Basically, the Maitlands are alive and family friends of the Deetz, and Emily still passes away, but in a car accident involving another family friend, Lawerence, whose body was never found. A year after that, Lydia stumbles upon her dear friend wandering through a graveyard.

But it isn’t him.

It’s a demon named Beetlejuice possessing his dead body.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Cold Comforts (Beetlejuice Drabble)

Betelgeuse x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You have a headache and Beej does his best to offer you some comfort.

Fic type: comfort, fluff

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"There y'are, babe, where've y'been, huh?" Beej's voice travelled loudly through your apartment as you closed the door and rested your forehead against its cold surface.

You didn't offer a verbal response, just let your bag slouch to the floor with a loud thud as you ambled towards the living room where you knew he'd be. Where else would he be other than camped out watching old sitcom reruns.

Catching sight of his splitting grin and satin-striped pyjamas, you let out a very long sigh of relief before collapsing into his lap like a sad, wet cat.

Beej seemed confused about this, and his hand hesitated, hovering above your back before he finally dropped it to rub you comfortingly.

"C'mon, babe," he said, tone as soft as he was capable of making it. "Talk t'me. What's wrong, huh?"

You grumbled in response, muttering something about the beginnings of a migraine and something about work. BJ tutted and snapped his fingers, ensuring the lights turned off and the volume on the television dropped to barely audible. You winced at the loud click of his fingers, and he grunted as an apology.

A second, much quieter snap of his fingers sounded and there was a soft pop of energy to your right. You take a peek and find a duplicate Betelgeuse standing there in an all-white suit and black bowtie, domed platter in his outstretched hand.

“Refreshment to go with your dinner, babe?” The duplicate asks, scrunching his smile a little and giving you a very standard Beej wink as he whips the metallic dome from the platter to reveal an ice-cold glass of water. “Aw c’mon, don’t leave a guy hangin’- whaddaya want, huh? Lobster? Sirloin steak? Horse rib? Last time I had horse was the Plague.”

Offering a tense smile, you shook your head and politely declined.

"Mm," he grunted. "No-go there, huh? Whaddaya need, sweet cheeks?"

You sighed discontentedly and buried your forehead against his cool chest. Perks of being dead- he was always the right temperature to cool you down when you needed it. He eventually warmed up with the contact against your skin, but it was nice while it lasted. Though less so in Winter.

"Needy little thing, huh? Nuh-uh, no moving. Dead Man's orders," he tuts, pressing your head back to his chest when you try to raise it. "Be good for me 'n stay there. There y'go."

It was a good thing Beej had old MASH re-runs to entertain himself with- as it wasn't long before you were curled up, fast asleep with his fingers in your hair. And he had no plans to wake you any time soon, either.

[leeeeeeeeech]

Beej: "How about I set the mood~?"

Y/n: "Okay~"

He reaches down and cracks his dick.

Y/n: "What the fuck??"

Beej: "Wait for it."

A soft light emits from him

Beej: "I'm a sexy glowstick~"

[blackenedsnow]

Heyy, if you’re comfortable doing so could I please get some Beetlejuice x fem!reader who’s a single mom? Just pretty much him being soft and comforting letting her know she’s doing a good job etc? Thank you in advance 💕💕💕 can be a proper fic or headcanons I’ll let you decide xx

beyond it

WARNING: References to the stress of single motherhood

PAIRING: Beetlejuice x Single Mother! Reader

NOTE: I absolutely loved writing this!! I hope you enjoy this, and thank you so much for the request 💕💕

SUMMARY: Beetlejuice surprises you by being a source of comfort, helping you see that you’re doing better than you give yourself credit for.

It was late—too late for you to still be up. But as a single mom, you didn’t have the luxury of falling into bed as soon as the day ended. No, there were dishes to clean, laundry to fold, and tomorrow to worry about. And of course, your child had woken up twice already, needing reassurance from a nightmare.

You were running on fumes, slumped on the couch, your face buried in your hands. It felt like all you ever did was work. Just when you thought you could finally close your eyes and sleep, your thoughts picked up again—worrying about what needed to be done tomorrow, whether you were doing enough, whether your child was okay.

“Hey, dollface, rough night?”

This fucking guy.

That voice—raspy, familiar—cut through the fog of exhaustion like nails on a chalkboard. Beetlejuice. You didn’t bother looking up. He was probably lounging in his usual spot, perched on the armrest of your couch with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"Go away, BJ," you muttered half-heartedly. "Not tonight."

The ghoul groaned dramatically. "Aw, come on! And here I thought we were past the whole 'piss off, Beej' stage of our relationship." You felt a cold presence next to you, then his hand—decaying yet surprisingly gentle—lightly brushed your shoulder. "I mean, after all the times I’ve stuck around, don’t I get any appreciation?"

You exhaled sharply, finally lifting your head. "Appreciation? For what, exactly?"

"For being a goddamn delight, babes!" Beetlejuice beamed, leaning back against the couch and spreading his arms wide. "For hanging around when no one else does. Gotta say, not a lot of folks could handle a single mom with your level of stress."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide the tiny smile tugging at your lips. "If by 'hanging around,' you mean constantly being a nuisance, then yeah, sure."

Beetlejuice chuckled, his voice rough yet oddly soothing. His eyes, usually wild and manic, softened just a bit as they focused on you. “Ah, you love it. Don’t lie, babe.”

You shook your head, sinking deeper into the couch. "I’m just… tired, Beej. I'm really tired."

For once, he didn’t launch into another sarcastic quip. Instead, Beetlejuice shifted closer, his body language relaxed but attentive. “Yeah, I know. I can see it. You’ve been runnin' yourself ragged for, what, weeks? Months?”

Your eyes welled up, but you quickly blinked the tears away. “I just… I feel like I’m not doing enough. There’s always something I’m missing, something I should be doing better.”

Beetlejuice’s hand rested fully on your shoulder now, his touch surprisingly solid. "Oh, come on, you're killing it out here, babe. You think your kid’s got it bad? They've got you. And lemme tell ya, you’re doing a hell of a job. Better than most."

You glanced over at him, surprised by his sincerity. "Really? You think so?"

“Are you kidding? Babe, I see it. I see you juggling work, taking care of the kid, making sure they're happy. And yeah, it’s messy and chaotic, but guess what? They're fine. They're happy, ‘cause you’re busting your ass for 'em.” He leaned in a little closer, his expression for once free of mischief. “You’re doin' more than enough."

His words hit you hard, in a way you hadn’t expected. You didn’t know why, but hearing it from Beetlejuice—someone who you never thought would care about anything—meant something. It eased the tight knot that had been sitting in your chest all day.

“I just don’t want to mess them up,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “They deserve better than… than this.”

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there, sweetheart." Beetlejuice’s voice softened. He slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “They've got you, and that’s more than enough. You’re not perfect—who the hell is?—but you're trying. And that's what matters. Trust me, when they grow up, they're gonna see that.”

You allowed yourself to lean into him, resting your head against his chest. His suit smelled like a mix of dirt and decay, but there was something oddly comforting about the way he held you, like he was actually trying to be there for you, to support you in his own weird way.

“Hey, tell you what,” he said, his voice low. “Next time you feel like crap, I’ll stick around. We’ll cause some shit together, huh? Might help take the edge off.”

You chuckled softly, wiping at your eyes. “Yeah, maybe.”

Beetlejuice grinned, but it wasn’t the mischievous, cocky smirk you were used to. It was softer, almost tender. “You’re doin' good, doll. Don’t let anyone—including yourself—tell you otherwise.”

You looked up at him, and for the first time since he’d shown up in your life, you realized how much you appreciated him. Not just as the obnoxious ghost who wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone, but as someone who—despite his crude humor and questionable ethics—actually cared. Maybe not in the typical way, but in a way that mattered.

"Thanks, Beej," you whispered, closing your eyes as you let the exhaustion finally catch up to you. "I mean it."

Beetlejuice stayed quiet for a moment, just holding you close. "Anytime, babe. Anytime."

[slasherparty]

Hey! Some beej and a very affectionate s/o would be cool uwu creepy trash man needs love

oh i’m always down to let the juice loose >;) 🪲🧃

beetlejuice 🪲 x affectionate reader 💭

bj’s first reaction to so much loveydovey attention is over-the-top exasperation. “What is this, a Hallmark movie? Come on, toots, you’re gonna ruin my street cred.” but he doesn’t push you away — in fact, he leans into it, grinning like the smug undead bastard he is.

he tries to freak you out, to test just how much you’re willing to deal with just to love up on him. one day, when you hug him, he lets his rib cage pop open to see your reaction. “Oops! Looks like you broke me!” he wheezes through laughter, his bones rattling back into place. when you just poke him in the chest and tell him to behave, he’s so baffled he forgets to gloat.

despite his initial yuckitude, he begins to mirror your affection in chaotic ways. if you kiss his forehead, he grabs your hand and kisses every fingertip with exaggerated flair. if you snuggle into him, he’ll toss a ghostly blanket over the two of you and declare, “My favorite takeout order — el burrito del amor!”

he treats your kisses and hugs like challenges, trying to outdo your tenderness with absurd, over-the-top gestures. a bouquet of flowers springs to life in your arms, hissing and snapping at you. a serenade involves ghostly backup singers and an impromptu dance number.

ghosts whisper about how beetlejuice, chaos incarnate, is soft for someone who’s alive. there are bets about how long it’ll last. meanwhile, he’s busy carving your initials into the peeling wood of a purgatory bench with a knife that he insists is symbolic.

he gets jealous in the most obnoxious ways. someone hits on you, and suddenly he’s looming behind them, his face splitting into a manic grin. “Nice guy,” he says, in a voice dripping with false sweetness. “Real polite. Be a shame if something happened to him.” they always run, and bj looks pleased with himself.

eventually, bj starts seeking out your affection, but in his own beetlejuice way — dramatic and a little ridiculous. he’ll flop onto your lap with a groan, saying, “Oh no, I’m dying again — only a makeout expert can save me!”

for all his sharp edges and twisted humor, beetlejuice starts to show up when it matters. to everyone’s shock, it turns out all that sappy crap works on him. he doesn’t promise forever — it’s not his style. but there’s a quiet determination in the way he keeps coming back, dragging all his mischief and madness with him, like a stray cat who’s decided you’re his.

thanks for reading!! 💌

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Interloper [Part 4]

Beetlejuice x Reader

Summary: Beetlejuice decides to handle things with the boy who sent you home crying.

CW: use of bugs, guy being a complete creep, sex fantasies,

Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 <- -> Part 5 -> Finale

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You were asleep on the couch. Beetlejuice had covered you in your favorite blanket and put a pillow under your head. Admiring how peaceful you looked. Unable to believe some skeezebag would ever disrespect you.

“I’ll make sure that boy never hurts you again, babes,” he whispered as he petted your hair. Softly planting a kiss on top of your head.

He could not believe you had made him this soft. He was never one for domestic life. Never one to fully dedicate himself to one woman. He had never felt the kind of things you made him feel. And when you came home crying, that awoke something inside him. Never before had he felt his chest tug and stomach sink.

Normally, he would not leave your house. Keeping inside made your deal sealed. But this was different. He had to do something.

The boy was still out in these wee hours of the morning. No telling how many drinks deep as he hit on every girl in the bar. Inappropriate hands cupped and groped at every passing chick.

Beetlejuice took a seat beside him at the bar. Your ex-friend eyeballed him. Staring up and down at the pale man in the striped suit. Laughing when he saw his greenish blonde hair. “Isn’t it a little late for Halloween, bub?”

Beetlejuice swirled his glass. Ice cube clinking against the sides. Eyes shooting like daggers into the man beside him. Not even giving him a pity smile. Normally, he was the kind to joke around and have fun. But when it came to you, this was serious.

Watching as the boy swirled around in his chair to cat-call another new girl in the bar. Disgust written on her face. Annoying Beetlejuice further.

“So, you thinking of taking any of these chicks home?” Beetlejuice sipped at his drink.

“Nah. None of these chicks are good enough for me. To tell you the truth, I got blown off by this banging chick earlier. Fucking A-grade. Just trying to prove to myself that I still got game since fucking sluts like her can’t handle a guy like me,” he hiccuped.

Beetlejuice’s stomach did a flip. Fury igniting inside his body. Slut? His girl? Who did this asshole think he is? Hard fingers gripped his glass. Shattering it with his frustration.

“Woah, dude,” the boy’s eyes widened.

Shards of glass fell across the bar and onto the floor. His fist shook with anger. He had to calm himself down. Smoothing his hair down as he took a deep breath.

“You’re the type of guy to harass women until they give you what you want, eh? Even going as far as to send a girl you’ve known for years home crying,” Beetlejuice gritted his teeth.

The boy was perplexed. Sipping his drink as the man next to him rattled on. Suddenly feeling something swirl around in his mouth. Pressing his fingers between his lips and pulling the long object from his mouth. A centipede, alive and wiggling. Feet kicking and antennas rotating. He gagged. Spitting his drink across the bar. “WHAT THE FU—“

Beetlejuice snickered. Shutting him up with a zipper over his mouth. Feeling several eight legged sensations under his shirt and down his pants. Giant, black and white striped tarantulas roamed his body. Feeling the cold metal of his stool wrap around him, holding him in place while the creepy crawlies explored his skin. He wiggled and fought against the hold. Muffled screams came through the zipper. Eyes bulging out of his head as if they would explode. And Beej could always make them.

Beetlejuice threaded his fingers through the boy’s hair, pulling his head to make eye contact with him. “Next time you want to send a babe like Y/N home crying because you won’t stop yourself, remember this face. I won’t go easy on you. I’ll make you suffer in this life and the next,” his snake like tongue hissed.

Tears welled up in his eyes. Nodding over and over at Beetlejuice. Body shaking with fear. Begging him to release him.

Beetlejuice slapped him on the back of the head with a fake smile. Beginning to walk off before turning on his heel, snapping to spin the stool around to face him. “One more thing,” Beetlejuice’s face pried open revealing one of the most grotesque and horrifying faces you could imagine. Snarling and hissing at the boy who cried out in fear in front of him.

Laughing to himself as he exited the bar. Deciding to leave the boy detained. A problem he could deal with on his own.

Teach him to mess with his girl.

…

You woke up when the sunlight beamed in through your blinds. Squinting awake. Noticing that you had been tucked in, confused on who could have done such a sweet gesture.

No, he wouldn’t.

You pulled the blanket off you, still in your dress from the night before. Tears ridden with mascara stained the top of it. No sign of Beetlejuice anywhere. Deciding to go and wash away the night of mistakes.

Steaming hot water trickled along your skin. Hands caressed your skin, taking the soft loofah along them. Sighing as you dipped your head under the water. Mind running rampant with thoughts of Beetlejuice. Imagining how his cold hands would feel roaming your body now. Strong contrast to the hot water. The way your body would meet perfectly to the curve of his. Imagining his deep, raspy voice whispering things in your ear as his lips trailed your neck. The feeling of his cock curved against your ass.

What was going on with you?

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[END//Part 4]

// Thank you so much for reading! I am very excited for the next spicy chapter. //

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@the--blackdahlia ~ @summonthewinchesters ~ @jewqueer ~ @vanessaedp ~ @catfoundfics ~ @llois-lane ~ @teo-tem ~ @s-lock-doctordonna ~ @jessicafangirl ~

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Beetlejuice

“killing children is illegal right?” I asked as I slammed the door. Beetlejuice appeared with a pop. He looked at me for a second before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I mean are we talking your own or someone else’s?” He asked, flopping on the couch. “Because if we’re talking your own, we’re gonna have to get to work on that first.” Beetlejuice grabbed his crotch and squeezed, raising his eyebrows seductively at me. I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder.

”don’t make me send you back.” I pointed a finger at him. Beetlejuice held up his hands in surrender.

“alright. Alright.” He said. “But unfortunately yeah it is. Why?”

“why?” I asked with a laugh. “Did you not see what happened? I know you were there. They destroyed the display. They scared the scare actors. And I swear to god one of them had a real knife!” Beetlejuice nodded with a frown. “If that doesn’t warrant it then I don’t know what does!”

“honey…don’t get mad…” Beetlejuice said, getting up and holding his hands up again. “But I think you should take a nap. Maybe things will be better later.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

“I can’t beej.” I shook my head. “I have to fix the display and…”

“hey. Leave it to me.” Beetlejuice put his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll take care of it. Make a few calls.” Beetlejuice kissed me softly, making me hold onto his shirt slightly. “Trust me.”

“I guess I could…” I said, brushing my hand through his hair.

“good. Good. Good.” He muttered. “I got this babe. Call in the finest contractors the underworld can offer.” I nodded as I headed off to bed. The next morning, I woke up to Beetlejuice sprawled out on top of me.

"Beej." I groaned as I climbed out from under him. He jolted awake and blinked at me sleepily.

"Wha?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and turning to snuggle into the pillow more. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to stop suffocating me in my sleep." I teased, poking his ass as I headed into the bathroom. "What time did you get in last night?" There wasn't a reply so I assumed he went back to sleep. Shrugging to myself, I quickly showered and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. "Shit." I muttered when Beetlejuice looked up at me from his spot at the table. "Warn a person why don't you." I mumbled as I went about making myself breakfast. Beetlejuice slid a cup of coffee over to me with a small smile.

"What are you doing today?" He asked, sipping his own coffee. "Aside from me of course." I rolled my eyes as he chuckled at his own joke.

"Checking on the display. Seeing where you left off and finishing putting it back together." I shrugged. "Why? Did you have something planned?" Beetlejuice shook his head.

"When did you want to go?" He asked, voice surprisingly soft.

"How about after we eat?" I asked. Beetlejuice nodded, getting up and kissing me softly. "What has gotten into you today?" I laughed as he sat in my lap. He shrugged, smiling at me.

"Aside from the fact I'm dating the most wonderful breather ever?" He asked. I smiled at him and cupped his cheek. Beetlejuice kissed my palm. "I think I have a new appreciation for you after working most of the night to get the display back up. All the work you put into it. All the work you are still putting into it with the scare actors. All of it."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks heat up at that. "Well...I mean..." Beetlejuice kissed me.

"Don't sell yourself short sweetheart." He whispered. "You did a lot of good work and you deserve the praise." I nodded, accepting that he would keep going until I let it go. We ate breakfast like that, Beetlejuice sitting in my lap and trying to make me laugh so hard milk came out of my nose. He nearly succeeded but stopped when I gently shoved him off my lap. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and the dishes were done. I stood up as he popped over to the bedroom. "Hurry up and get dressed. I wanna show you what I did." He rocked on his heels as he waited for me to get dressed. When I finally exited the bedroom, he took my arm and transported us to the display.

"I still hate that." I mumbled as I grabbed his arm to try to steady myself. "Always makes me feel weird." I shook my head to try to fix whatever it was I was feeling. Beetlejuice chuckled before covering my eyes. "Ah man! Come on Beej! I'm already unsteady and now you wanna do this crap?" I was slowly walked further into the park before he lifted his hands.

"Ok. Now look." I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. "I know it isn't exactly the same but..." I turned around and grabbed his tie, pulling his towards me. Beetlejuice squeaked before his hands settled on my hips. I kissed him as hard as I could, trying to put all the raging emotions I was feeling into it.

"Fuck me Beej." I breathed out when I pulled away. Beetlejuice gave me a shit eating grin and a wink before turning to look at the display. "I love it. I can't wait to show everyone." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah? You really like it?" He asked, voice going soft at the end.

"It's amazing Beej." I breathed out. "Now give me a tour." He nodded happily before leading me around the work he had done.

[impactrueno]

Hi Spike! So I've been rotating your Beetlejuice as Mephistopheles post in my head...and there's this song I have on my beej character playlist..."Call Me Little Sunshine" by Ghost. A lot of the lyrics make me think of him, and your post, and how you portray him.

Hope you're having a good day!

WHOAAAA this is beetlejuice as hell holy shit

immediately added it to my playlists 👁️👁️

i get the feeling that most songs about mephistopheles or lucifer can easily apply to beetlejuice, but this one has a gentleness to it that reminds me of bj's soft spot for and typical protectiveness of lydia. usually songs like these have a dark twist to them, and i guess the dark twist here is that this is a literal demon lol but the way Ghost plays it and when framed as beetlejuice (toon and musical) it feels....comforting? it just truly feels like a song about finding comfort in darkness when you can't find it anything else. much like lydia would.

[saddled-on-stars]

I dressed as Beetlejuice for Halloween so how about beetlejuice with a gn reader who dressed as him for Halloween ORRRR gn reader who wears his stripes and his reaction? Ty star ily 🫶

HIII! Oh my GOD that sounds so cool!! Wish I coulda seen it, it sounds A W E S O M E. I feel that Beej would love Halloween a lot, but I also like the idea of the reader just wearing stripe- "do a mixture~... oOoOoOo~... do both~..." THE CREEPY VOICES UNDER MY BED HAVE SPOKEN- I hope you enjoy this one darling, I love ya too :) 🫶

Happy Reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, HEAVILY-Suggestive Themes -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  ⚠️ RATING WARNING: This piece may be sensitive for some readers. It contains slight sexual content, please proceed with caution. (Recommended: 13+) -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Key:       ★ (Y/N) = Your Name       ★ (L/N) = Last Name      ★ (Y/NN) = Your Nickname  -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Requested by: @habitabel

- ★ - Spirit Stripes - ★ -

"Ready to go, Babes?", you hear a familiar voice call out from downstairs.

Your boyfriend Beetlejuice, (or as you called him, 'Beej' or 'Bug') and you were preparing to leave for your annual 'Halloween Date'.

Obviously, you two are a bit old for trick-or-treating, but that doesn't stop you from doing it though. It's nice for you two, like you can still have a little fun at your age. Considering the outfits and the looks, everyone mostly assumes 'Striped Zombie', which works.

However, you like to wait until the little kids have done theirs, so you've agreed to go get dinner before hand every year, which is nice too.

You adjust the striped outfit that you're wearing. You wanted to surprise Beej, considering that he wears his stripes all the time. If you matched him in a way, it might look nice for the date.

"Yeah, Bug! Down in a sec!", you reply with a soft shout. You think he's going to enjoy the outfit, and that causes you to grin in the mirror.

Adjusting the striped blazer, you fix it over the white-button-up shirt and striped pants.

However, instead the stripes of black and white like Beej's, it's slightly different with light-green and gray. Mixing things up a bit.

You grab a bag, and dart out of your bedroom door and begin running down the stairs, eager to see him. "Coming!", you say.

He seems to be fixing his hair in the mirror on the wall next to the door, which shocks you, as he usually never cares about his appearance. Though he quickly whips around, at the possibility that you might be watching him.

His hair is immediate to turn pink and his cheeks follow suit, as he takes in the sight of you coming down the stairs. He's frozen, to say the least.

"Okay, so do you want me to driv-", you begin but you're cut off by the sight of him. He looks like he's just seen a ghost; ironic, huh?

"Bug, you okay?", you ask him, concern coating your voice. He seems like a statue. A big ol' striped stone statue.

"Y-You-... I-...", he stutters. God, he's so cute like this; all 'Blushy'.

In amusement, and with a smirk, you decide to do a little spin to show off the look, causing his blush to deepen even further.

"Whaddya think, Beej?", you ask softly.

Without gaining a response, you just chuckle, causing him to snap out of his gaze. But before you can do anything else, you notice that in a flash that he's pinned you against the door softly.

His eyes search yours as if to say, 'Is this okay?' asking for your consent before he pushes further.

You nod, as he kisses you, his tongue searching yours, as his kisses trail down to your neck.

"Bug, I-", but you're both cut off by the sound of the doorbell outside. You both chuckle and you open the door to be greeted by a few little kids asking for candy.

"Trick-Or-Treat!", they all chime in unison, their smiles covering their faces, as you give them each some candy, and you and Beej head out for the night.

You both hop into your small old black car, you in You don't know where the night will take you, but you both know that you have taken the night.

- ★ - Written by Saddled_On_Stars - ★ -

[blackberries45]

Until You Tell Me

Beetlejuice x reader (no pn used)

Fluffy short one shot

As always, grammar and spelling ain't my thing

Notes: I honestly had a slightly heavier theme here but changed it. You can insert anything that is currently bumming you out. I’m sending you a big hug!!

Warnings: just general unrest and needing comfort

*****

The alarm went off as usual. Stretching, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of your bed. Ugh. The thoughts from the night before flooded back. You could feel the crust on your cheeks from the tears. Your throat burned as well. Although a sunny morning was starting to take light outside, it felt like a cloud had just formed above you. Uh oh. Here they come again.

You held yourself tightly as you rocked back and forth crying. You didn't know how you even had more tears left. A solid minute went by and the headache that had been dulled by sleep was now back in full force.

As you lifted your hand to wipe your face during a moment of rest, you saw him flicker in the corner through your desk. Beej did that little flicker thing when he wanted you to call for him.

"What do you want? I'm not in the mood" you held yourself again as you stared in the corner. It took half a second before he was standing right in front of you. Normally you'd scream from his sudden full body apparition. Today you didn't have it in you.

Realizing he wasn't going to get a reaction he slowly sauntered back over to the corner he had been flickering in. Turning to lean back against your corner desk, he crossed his black boots in front of himself as he leaned against the top. "Now what would a delicate little flower like yourself have to cry so hard and so loud over that a dead guy can hear ya and have to come runnin'?"

"No one asked you to come running." You turned your head slowly towards him and glared.

"Yikes! Spill your guts babe or I'll spill mine" he tilted his head down so he could look at you through his lashes and raised an eyebrow.

You turned away from him. "I just want...I'm just... I'm unhappy. And I can't shake it. And everyone tells me it's going to get better and I wake up and nothing has changed. I feel the same way I did the day before. I’m so sick and tired of crying but it seems to be all I'm capable of doing right now.”

“But what is it?” his voice had slightly smoothed out. It's what you guessed he sounded more like when he was still breathing. It happened now and then when he was being genuine.

You couldn’t look at him now though, no matter how soft he was trying to be. You simply shook your head slowly side to side.

In a flash you felt the bed move. Before you could think about where he was, a pair of hands were pulling you backwards and wrapping around you, just under your chest. The "eek" you squeaked out only encouraged a throaty chuckle from him.

"Now here's what's gonna happen babe. We are going to lay here until you open up and tell me how to help you get over whatever this is”

"Beej, I don't have time for this! I..."

"No, you don't have time to keep torturing yourself. You breathers only have so long. You can be in hell when you're dead if you'd like. I'll take you"

With a snap of his long fingers, your computer screen came to life with his favorite movie.

"Oh no!" You whined and bumped your head back against his chest "This movie scares me!"

"Better for me then" he squeezed you back against him again. "Just let me know if you need to be distracted during a scary part" a not so subtle thump hit the small of your back. Before you could wiggle away, he calmed you down again. "Now now, let's not get feisty babe. I'm just playing with you. But you gotta say who's the ghost with the most so I can stay. "

You rolled your eyes but did as he asked, saying his name three times while fixing your pillow. You decided you had to give him a small bit of attitude now that you were feeling a little better. "I swear to God if anything crawls on me you'll regret being this close to me" you put your arms across his, nestling in again with your back against his chest.

"Noted" you felt his smile as he kissed the back of your head.

“Thank you” without almost any sound left your lips. Beetlejuice just gently squeezed you again in response.

[foxhotbox]

My first Beetlejuice fanfic is complete!

Possession

Rating: Explicit

Words: 9,616

Tags: Sub Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), Soft Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), Hair-pulling, Oral Fixation, Praise Kink, Jealousy, Spit Kink, Dom Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), Smoking, Cigarettes, Bondage, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Masturbation

A lil snippet:

"C'mon, babes..." he protests. Annoyed.

"I know you liked it, Beej, even if you deny it," you insist. For a moment you see a spark of hunger flash over his face, before he closes his eyes in defeat again.

You feel icy hands snaking their way up your shirt. You don't want to stop him, but you can't help wanting to see how long you can tease him before he snaps. You gently place your hands over his, stopping him just short of your breasts.

His brow furrows and his eyes flicker open, instantly focused on you, with such intense and sudden rage that you feel your heart stop. His mouth twists into a snarl as he plants both hands on your shoulders and aggressively forces you to fall backward. The fall happens so suddenly that you don't even process the pain of your body smacking onto the hardwood floor. Beetlejuice crouches over you, roughly snatching each of your arms and tucking them under each of his knees bent on either side of you. His full weight on your wrists is excruciating and you attempt to free yourself to no avail, the once silky fabric of his suit now feeling coarse like wool.

"You really know how to piss me off, kid..." he grunts at you.

You want to protest but only terrified gasps have escaped your throat so far. You suddenly feel like the dumbest girl alive, having pushed his buttons one too many times, always relying on his fondness for you to spare you of his wrath.

The air is colder than you've ever felt in this room, a biting freeze that send goosebumps all over you. His eyes are burrowing into you, a sinister expression you haven't felt directed at you in a long time. You feel genuine fear spreading through you, and can't help your baser instinct to buck and wiggle beneath him in a futile attempt to break loose.

He closes his eyes, lets out a nasty chuckle and growls his words at you, "...you have any idea how hard I'm gettin', feelin' you squirm like that?"

Keep reading on Ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61704196/chapters/157736212

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[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

Tie Troubles (TM)

(Musical) Beetlejuice x Reader

Tie Troubles (TM)

‘Beej? Almost ready?’ You pulled on your boots and adjusted your hair clip, waiting expectantly for your ghostly boyfriend to make an appearance beside you in the doorway. 

Silence.

Strange. Wasn't he just in the bedroom, fixing up his jacket? 

It was oddly quiet, no laughs or even screams, no breaking dishes. Today of all days, he knew it wasn't a day to mess around. You were going to your parent’s house to have dinner; It would be the first time Beetlejuice would meet them. You wanted everything to be perfect. 

It didn't take you long to find out where he was. A ray of light shone through the cracked door, and you heard the faint babble of BJ’s voice, the  pulling of fabric and the occasional aggravated whine. 

You checked the time on your phone, reading ‘7:57 pm’. Your leave time was 8. Whatever this was, hopefully it could be solved in three minutes. 

At the exact same time as you pushed open the door, there was a sickening ‘SWIICHKK’ and a thud-and the head of Lawrence Beetlejuice Shoggoth came rolling to a stop at your feet. 

You weren't even fazed. 

‘C’mon dude! We should have already left by now. Why in the world is your head on the floor?’ You leaned down and grasped the sides of his head-avoiding the grody place where his skull and neck had been severed-and pushed it back onto his shoulders with a ‘squelch’. The crack of bones echoed as he adjusted the reconnection of his brain and body. His hair was flush with red, something you didn't notice until just then. You scratched the back of your neck, a somewhat uneasy feeling of concern for him settling in your gut. ‘I was tyin’ my tie! I-um, might’ve made it a little too tight.’ He picks up the frayed matte-black tie and holds it up for you to see, bits of flesh stuck to it from slicing through his vertebrae. Your concern was overridden by your frustration, and you heaved a put-out sigh. ‘Mhm, if it chopped off your head then it was

definitely too tight.’ You started for the door, eager to get going. ‘Now hurry up and put it on, Beej, we’re gonna be late.’ 

He opened and closed his mouth without making a sound, as if deciding on whether to say what was on his mind. something was clearly bothering him. You asked, ‘What is it?’  With a gulp he blurted out, ‘I-I-I don’t know how!’ His hair was pink through-and-through, fidgeting with his hands nervously and avoiding your eyes.

‘Oh.’ You crossed back over to him, picked up the tie and looped it around his neck. ‘Is that all?’ 

‘It’s pathetic! It’s such a simple thing, I never learned, Juno did it for me once, whenever it came off I’d ask Lydia.’ He sighed. ‘I don't want your parents to think i'm incapable, I want everything to go perfect!' 

‘And it will.’ You finished up the knot, pulling it tight and fiddled with his collar. 

He started up again with his spiral-‘I just-’ your fingers curled around the recent piece of subject matter you just secured, and pulled him in for a kiss; Effectively shutting him up. A shudder you could feel ran through the demon’s body and enthusiastically returned it. The taste of moss and cigarettes were a taste you had grown quite attached to. The reluctant step away you took made him whine. ‘Babe…’ 

‘We gotta go, Beej. There's time for that when we get home. After I teach you to properly do up your tie.’ Still lovestruck, he nodded fervently. 

‘Works for me!’ 

You took his hand and pulled him out the door. 

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I loved writing this one-soft Beej has my heart.

(I wear ties nearly daily, so I got to use my knowledge 😄)

@saddled-on-stars, this one's for you!

-Rea ❤

[leeeeeeeeech]

Don't Wanna be your Friend Anymore

"B-Beee." I slur, leaning against the ghoul, my vision swimming behind my drooping eyelids. The alcohol kicked in much quicker than I would've liked it too. This game was a dumb idea.

"Told ya," He chuckled, tucking some of my hair behind my ear with a delicate claw. "You cannot hold your liquor fer shit, tootsie pop."

I go to argue with him, but the bile that jumps into my throat beats me to it. I practically launch myself from the couch to stumble towards the bathroom. Beetlejuice cackles, triumphant that he'd won. I come back, sweatier and a couple shots lighter, to Beetlejuice sipping on another bottle of tequila. His hair a subtle purple hue.

"Damn, Beej, you goin' through something?" He jumps, a little startled, before he jerkily shrugs his shoulders, the purple retreating into his hair line, quickly replaced by his signature electric green.

"Nah, I like the burn," He takes another gulp, making a sour face as he set the bottle down. "Augh yep! That's the stuff."

"Come on, what's wrong? You're purple."

His eyes widen, hands jumping to his hair, attempting to cover it up. "N-Nothing's wrong. I just.. ughhh fuck okay okay." He sighs, gritting his teeth. My heart breaks as the purple comes back full force, it even bleeds past his hair. His tie and the white stripes of his suit a faded plum color.

Oh no.

"I miss you." He whispers, his voice strained. I sit next to him on the couch, scooting closer until our legs bump together.

"But I'm right here, Beej." I reach for his hand, but he smacks it away.

"No! No, you're not. Ever since you took that dumbass job you never have time for me!"

"How? We hang out every night."

He shakes his head, red sprouting into the purple, like splotches of blood.

"No. We really don't Y/n. This is the first time we've had an actual conversation in weeks, and it's only happening because we're both drunk!"

My head is swimming from this revelation. Was my new job really affecting him this much? I thought that things were good between us. I... I really fucked up, didn't I?

"I'm sorry, Beetlejuice, why didn't you say anything before?"

He shakes his head. "I didn't want... fuck.. this shit is really somethin' huh?" He gestures to the half empty bottle of tequila. "It really makes ya just say anything!" He laughs, but the joy doesn't reach his eyes, or his hair, or..anywhere really. A mirthless noise.

"Beej, you can be honest, I'm sorry we haven't hung out like we used to. I've been a terrible friend to you."

Beetlejuice mutters something angrily under his breath, crossing his arms and turning away from me. "What?" I lean towards him, grabbing a hold of his shoulder to balance myself.

"I don't want to be your friend." He says, punctuating each word with a pained hiss. I feel like complete shit. I took him for granted. "Beej, I'm so sorry! I wish I knew how to make all this better."

He's quiet for a while, seemingly contemplating, his hair changes from color to color. Red, blue, purple, orange, yellow....pink. I continue to watch in silence as he broods. A soft pink remains at the root of his hair as it fades through the entire rainbow. He pauses for a moment, noticing that I hadn't said anything to him. His eyes meet mine, the pink crawling through his hair slowly, the purple sliding into the forefront of his head. His gaze flickered down to my lips for a beat.

"Beetlejuice, I know I messed up, and if you don't want me-"

"Shut up for a second."

I clamp my mouth shut, watching him carefully as he scoots closer to me.

"I-"

He cuts himself off, turning away from me with a scoff. I hear him grumble, "Fuck it." but before I can comment on it at all, his hands are cupping my face, and his lips are pressed up against mine. My eyes fluttered closed as he presses into me, my hands wandering up into his hair to pull on the ever-changing strands. He groans into the kiss, the vibrations reverberating throughout me. It makes me shiver

He leans into me further, more hands groping, pinching, pulling. His tongue, cold and wet pressing against my teeth. His heavy breaths, and little groans are too much for me to handle. I push him off, panting and wiping at the slobbery residue of the kiss. Beetlejuice looks upset for a moment, but his eyes flick to my lips again and his hair goes bubblegum pink, strands of red settling in random patches. it makes him look like cinnamon candy.

"Bee-" He holds up a hand to my mouth, shushing me. He runs his free hand through his hair, a few mold spores falling out as he did so.

"Listen, Y/n, I.. I like you. A lot. Anytime I think about you and me it's like my heart's havin' an orgasm." His confession is rushed and stumbled through, but I quit listening to him once his hair started glowing. The pink shining so bright that it cast a soft light throughout the living room. I smiled at all my things being in Beej's light. I interrupt his ramble by kissing the hand that covered my mouth. He flinched, stopping mid sentence.

"You give my heart orgasms too, Beej." I laugh, holding on to his hand with both of mine. His shock quickly fades, replaced with that flirty cockiness that I've come to love.

"I bet I can make you feel like that all over~"

I lean forward into his space, grinning as his cheeks darken at my being so close. Liquid courage or love, I didn't care. I was going to see my ghoul pink for as long as possible.

"Let's test it."

(lil note): this is also on ao3!

[blackenedsnow]

I have a request if that’s okay 🥺

Beetlejuice is in love with a breather who gets murdered, she finds beej in the netherworld and he’s devastated to see her there so he seeks vengeance on her murderer. Maybe they were an ex lover or something lmao. Hope that makes sense 😅

vengeance

WARNING: Murder and violence

PAIRING: Beetlejuice x (Fem) Reader

NOTE: Omg, I absolutely love this concept!!! No worries at all—it makes total sense. Hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY: When you’re murdered by an ex-lover, Beetlejuice finds you in the Netherworld and is devastated by your death. He is determined to make your killer pay for what they did.

You hadn’t expected to end up here, not so soon. Sure, Beetlejuice had told you all about the Netherworld—how it worked, how breathers like you never imagined what truly lay on the other side—but you always thought that was a conversation for some distant, far-off future. You had so much ahead of you. And yet, here you were, sitting in the waiting room of the afterlife, a ticket clutched in your hand with a number on it that seemed lightyears away from being called.

The soft hum of the waiting room filled your ears as other souls milled around, some with decaying features, others still in shock over their untimely deaths. You could feel the weight of it all pressing in on you, the strange stillness of this place mingling with the deep sadness in your chest.

I shouldn’t be here.

It wasn’t your time. Not yet. You had plans—dreams. And the person responsible for cutting all of that short? Your ex. Someone who, at one point, you trusted, even loved. But love had twisted into something darker, and when things fell apart, so did their sanity. The next thing you knew, you were dead. Just like that.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, eyes flicking around the room, trying to make sense of what was happening. And then, suddenly, something clicked in your memory. Beetlejuice.

You could call for him.

You didn’t need to wait for this absurdly long line or the endless bureaucracy of death. You had a connection. All it took was three little words.

“Beetlejuice,” you whispered, feeling a sense of urgency bubbling up inside you. You looked around nervously, half-expecting someone to stop you, but no one paid any attention. “Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice!”

The air in front of you shimmered for a moment before he appeared in a flash, his striped suit and wild green hair unmistakable. He looked around, momentarily confused, before his eyes locked on you.

“Holy shit,” Beetlejuice muttered, his voice lower than you expected, his usual manic energy dimmed. “Babe… what are you doing here?”

Your heart clenched at the look on his face—an expression you hadn’t seen before. Genuine sadness. He looked absolutely wrecked as he knelt in front of you, grabbing your shoulders as if he couldn’t believe you were really there.

“You—what the hell happened? You weren’t supposed to die yet!” he exclaimed, his hands gripping tighter as his eyes scanned your face, trying to piece together the situation. “You had so much ahead of you babe! This isn’t right!”

You swallowed hard, your own sadness mixing with the anger that had been festering since your death. “My ex,” you muttered, your voice thick with emotion. “They… they murdered me.”

The words felt heavy, even now. But Beetlejuice’s reaction was instant. His eyes flared, and his grip tightened even more. “Your ex?!” His voice was sharp, venomous. “That no-good breather piece of—” He cut himself off, pacing in front of you as if he could barely contain his fury.

“This is exactly why I hate 'em. No sense of decency!” Beetlejuice ranted, his anger growing by the second. But then, he stopped, his wild eyes snapping back to yours. “You didn’t deserve that! None of this. You were supposed to be out there, living your life, not stuck here... yet!”

He stared at you for a moment longer, and then a dangerous glint entered his eyes. “You know what? I’m not letting them get away with this.”

“Beej—”

“No, no, no. Don’t ‘Beej’ me,” he growled, that chaotic energy surging back full force. “You got murdered. I’m taking care of this. Your ex? They’re done.”

You could feel a twinge of apprehension, but also… satisfaction. If anyone could make this right, it was Beetlejuice. And honestly? You didn’t mind the idea of your murderer getting what they deserved.

Beetlejuice cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, the manic grin spreading across his face as he prepared for what was sure to be a messy act of revenge. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Gonna go take care of some unfinished business.”

Before you could say anything else, he vanished, leaving you alone in the waiting room once more. The minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and you found yourself wondering how he was handling things. Part of you worried, but a much bigger part of you was just… relieved. You hadn’t deserved this fate. And knowing that Beetlejuice was out there, dealing with your murderer, brought some small comfort in the strange, unsettling place you now found yourself.

When Beetlejuice returned, his suit was slightly disheveled, and there was a smear of something dark on his cheek, but the grin on his face was positively gleeful. “Well, that was fun,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Your ex? Toast. And let me tell you, they didn’t see it coming.”

Relief flooded your chest, but it was quickly replaced by a gnawing realization that hit like a punch to the gut. The Netherworld—this waiting room—it wasn’t just for you. It was for everyone.

Including… your ex.

Your eyes widened as the truth settled in, the air suddenly feeling heavier. “Wait…” You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the panic rising in your throat. “Beej—my ex… They’re gonna end up here. Any minute now.”

Beetlejuice blinked, then grinned wider, looking almost entertained by your epiphany. “Ohhhh, right. Guess I didn’t think that part through, huh? But hey! Silver lining—you’ll get to see the look on their face when they show up and realize their breather days are so over.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Are you kidding me!? I don’t wanna see them again!”

He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What, you don’t think I did a good enough job making ‘em pay? Trust me, they’re gonna be in for a world of afterlife hurt.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t exactly plan on a reunion with my murderer!” you snapped, glancing nervously at the waiting room doors, half-expecting them to swing open at any moment with your ex walking through.

Beetlejuice shrugged, nonchalant as ever. “Eh, you’ll get used to it. Besides, once they get here, I can always… rearrange some things. You know, make sure they end up in a real fun spot in the afterlife.”

You shot him a look, torn between frustration and gratitude. “Beej, you’re not exactly making me feel better.”

“Well, how about this?” he said, leaning in with a sly grin. “No matter what happens, I’m here with you. I got your back—forever.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his mischievous energy back in full force. “And who knows, maybe I can convince someone to fast-track ‘em straight into the most unpleasant part of the Netherworld. A special VIP treatment.”

You exhaled sharply, still unsettled but slightly reassured by Beetlejuice’s sense of loyalty. The waiting room felt more ominous now, but knowing he’d do whatever it took to make your afterlife bearable—even if it meant tormenting your ex—was something.

“Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “But if they show up and try anything, I’m calling you immediately.”

Beetlejuice winked. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be waiting.”

You couldn’t help but smirk despite the tension. “Well, I guess we’ll see who shows up first then.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m betting on it.”