#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.

[remyfire]

Me: This fic is about choking

Me: -keeps writing character development moments that make me teary-

[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

EVERYTHING: @winchxters @calliopesdiary @xxxsugarcyanidexxx

BEETLEJUICE: @im-eating-rn @little-missscare-all @onyxvogel-official (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"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~"

[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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[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."

[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.

[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.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Interloper [Part 3]

Beetlejuice x Reader

Summary: After months of staying in, Reader decides to go out with an old friend. Beetlejuice does not take kindly.

CW: mentions of SA, jealous Beej,

Part 1 // Part 1.5 // Part 2 // <- -> Part 4 // Part 5 //

~~~

You patted down your clothes in the mirror. Preparing to go out for your first date in months. Seeing as you had been spending a large amount of your time indoors with the acquiring of your new roommate.

Months had gone by since you made your deal with the bio-exorcist. The two of you still adjusting to each other. Growing used to his silly antics. How often he would attempt to scare you when you got home. Finding new, creepy furniture all around your house.

You would be lying if you said you had not developed a sort of crush on the ghost. Partially contributing to you never wanting to leave home. On all levels, he was a disgusting, old pervert. But you had grown fond of him. Slowly falling for his antics. The way he would flirt so casually with you pooling in your stomach. He had taken his part of cleaning very seriously. Sometimes simply snapping his fingers, other times making the effort to genuinely do it. He would never admit, but it was so he could spend more time with you. Close and personal.

“Are you seriously going out with that guy tonight?” Beetlejuice hissed with his words. Jealousy written on his tone. Shoulder leaned against your door frame as he watched you finish your makeup.

“He’s an old friend of mine,” you curled your lashes.

Beetlejuice scoffed. Rolling his eyes and neck. “Just stay here with me. There’s a Ghouls Gone Wild marathon tonight,” Beej snickered.

You laughed, “Why on Earth would I want to stay here and watch you get your rocks off to some undead bimbos on TV?”

Beetlejuice grabbed his chest pretending to be offended. “You think I am that shallow?”

“I know you are,” you smiled as you put your earrings in. He admired you. Enjoyed the way you could joke back and forth with him. Nevermind the fact he thought you were beautiful.

“Just stay here and let me show you what a real date is,” Beetlejuice snapped his fingers. Lighting in your room falling sensual as he wore a suit that matched your dress. Soft jazz music played. Your bed behind you had transformed into a heart shaped mattress with rose petals forming a heart on it. Lit candles decorated every surface. You rolled your eyes when you looked over and he had a rose between his teeth. Eyebrows wiggling at you. You felt your cheeks heat up with blush. Unable to get the smile off your face.

You walked over to him. Fronts almost pressed together as you leaned in to be nose to nose with him. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Are you jealous, Mr. Juice?” Your lips were nearly touching with your whisper. His blue eyes darted quickly as he practically held his breath. Your palms flattened against his chest. Knowing if he would ever make a real move you would call off the date right then. His thick fingers rested on your hip, squeezing the soft flesh. Lips zeroing in on each other as Beetlejuice’s lips hung open.

- RING -

Loud sound of your doorbell making the two of you jump. Pulling away awkwardly as you flashed a smile at him. “Guess he’s here— can you zip me up?” You turned to show your open back of your dress. Calloused fingers pulled the zipper up from your lower back. Ever so slightly grazing your skin. Eyes staring down at the curve of your ass.

“You’re gonna have this boy wrapped around your finger,” Beetlejuice attempted to compliment you. Jealousy ringing in his mind. Teeth gritted together as he pictured you sprawled out on the bed, calling for him to come take care of you. His cock jumped in his slacks when you turned, barely grazing his front.

“Well, guess I’ll see you around,” you awkwardly smiled. Begging him to ask you to stay again. Trying your hardest to get him to read your mind.

“I’ll man the fort. Can’t promise I won’t have any of those ghouls over either -snort-,” Beetlejuice laughed. Something about that sank into your stomach. Brows tingling slightly as you forced a smile.

“He’s one lucky bastard. Don’t come back here looking all wore out, then I’ll know you had too much fun,” Beetlejuice reached his hand out taking yours in it. Soft, protective fingers circled yours. Trying his best to not guilt trip you. Wanting more than anything for you to stay.

“Goodnight, BJ,” you blew him a kiss as you headed out the door.

His eyes lingered on your figure.

…

This had to be one of the worst nights of your life. You had assumed the boy you once knew would have common decency and respect. But you were terribly mistaken. A night filled with “no’s” and “please stop’s” was what you had endured. Along with a constant stream of attempts at coping a feel. You had never been more embarrassed. Having to constantly defend yourself. Along with having to swerve his touches. Ended with you walking out of the movie theater and going home. Walking in the cold air. Heels burning against your sore feet. Crying the entire way home. Feeling disgusting.

You walked back in the house. Mascara smudged and stained your cheeks. Prominent frown on your face. Kicking off your heels as soon as you entered. Leaning flush against the door, covering your face with your hands. Quivering breaths rolled from your chest. Strange how you were not greeted by your roommate. The lights were all still off. Faint glow of the television illuminating the living room. You slowly walked in seeing Beetlejuice passed out on the couch. Arms stretched across the back with his legs spread wide. Mouth open and neck arched, his Adam’s apple bobbed with each soft snore.

You felt defeated. Confused. Betrayed.

You crawled up beside Beetlejuice. Arms curling into his open jacket as you laid your upper half in his lap. Holding him close for comfort. Fighting off sobs that prayed to escape you.

Weight of your body slowly woke him up. His hand going to your hair without thinking. Blinking himself awake. Realizing you really were curled up on him. Quickly understanding that you were crying.

Beetlejuice sat up a little, cold fingers cupping your cheek. Thumb petting your puffy cheek. His brows pressed together as he examined your figure. Seeing how meek and small you acted. Confused on what could have happened.

“Babes? What’s… going on?”

You sniffled. Attempting to hide your face in his stomach. Nuzzling into his soft flesh. Tears stained his white button-down. “Date went south,” you mumbled into him.

“Oh… that bad, huh?”

You buried your face into him trying to hide your tears. “He wouldn’t stop, Beej. I kept telling him no and he just kept pushing,” you cried.

Beetlejuice felt a flame ignite in him. Lump forming in his throat at your words. Hand forming a fist at his side as his knuckles bruised white. Eyes widening and teeth gritting together.

“What?”

“I just wanted to go on a nice date,” you cried into him. Muffled words burned his ears. Understanding that your little “friend” had overstepped with you. Unsure of what degree to, but sending you home crying was too much. That pit in his stomach was nothing like before. It burned and raged.

“I’ll kill him. I swear to God, I’ll rip him apart and make him suffer. Then when he’s in the Neitherworld, I’ll do it all over again—“ Beetlejuice thought as his lip twitched. Trying to contain his pure anger. Wanting to be there for you. Softly caressing your face in an attempt to console you.

“I should’ve just stayed in with you, BJ,” you sighed. Rolling to look up at him. Eyes swollen and puffy from your hot tears. He had never seen you look so pitiful. He felt a twist in his chest at the look in your eyes.

“He’s going to pay,” Beetlejuice thought.

~

[END//Part 3]

// Thank you so much for reading!! I’m really starting to flow with the rhythm of this story and I’m so excited to continue writing it. It will more than likely have a smutty ending :) If you are interested in being tagged or have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! //

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@summonthewinchesters ~ @jewqueer ~ @vanessaedp ~ @catfoundfics ~ @the—blackdahlia ~ @llois-lane ~ @teo-tem ~

[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 - ★ -

[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 ❤

[magpiepills]

En La Calle

Rating: EXPLICIT! 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Javier Pena x AFAB reader/ can be read as GN reader

Word count: 617

Summary: you give Javi a blowie. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Warnings: SMUT! Edging, oral sex (m receiving) slight dirty talk, cum swallowing, deep throating, public sex acts, exhixbitionism? Pet names (cariño, sweetheart) no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, no specified age gap,

A word from the author: Javi getting a beej. That is all.

“Fuck.” Javi groaned, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted beneath his neatly trimmed mustache.

You swallowed around his cock carefully, and looked up at him with tears welling in your eyes from the way he filled your throat. You kept him there, fit snugly as deep as he could go. You placed your palm flat against his hip and slid it over to rest against the base of his cock, and hooked your thumb under his balls, pressing in just behind them to watch his chest heave as he fought not to burst in your mouth right then.

Sensing his turmoil, you backed off, hollowing your cheeks as you released him from your warm mouth to lick shyly up and down his length.

As Javi’s shoulders drop and he regains some control, you lean forward. knees digging into the gravel below, you let your saliva run down his shaft before taking him into your fist and gliding up and down it’s length in a tight, slick glide. In just a matter of moments you’ve brought him back to the edge. “Fuck me cariño. I’m not going to last. I’m not going to-“

His words die in his throat when you release him completely, letting his heavy cock sway between you, throbbing and rock hard. Javier drops his head back against the wall in the deserted alley. The alley where he had pulled you into seclusion and pleaded for relief.

Javi whimpered and his thighs seemed to quake just slightly when you cupped his balls, cradling them in your palm, licking them, sucking them into your mouth individually, then licking up the seam between them.

“Cariño, I’m not joking.” Poor Javi. He tried hard to sound stern and he dragged his hands through his hair and panted, sweat beading on his neck despite the mild temperature and slight breeze.

“What’s the matter, Javi? Do you need to come? Can’t wait any longer?” Your voice was sweet and soft, never betraying how wicked you were when you got your agent alone.

“Yes. Please, sweetheart stop teasing me. That’s enough.” Perfectly wrecked.

Gently again, you held his cock in your hand and licked with the flat of your tongue over his weeping head. Time to go in for the kill. Gathering your saliva, you took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the thick head, you worked him fully into your mouth, one inch forward, half an inch back, one inch forward until you gagged and pulled all the way back off.

Javi shifted nervously in the short moment before your hand was back on him, twisting and gliding from base to tip, faster and faster, until you take him back in your mouth, sucking greedily at the tip and working steadily with your hand. Once more you find his eyes, and as he looks down on your tear stained cheeks, your lust darkened eyes, your cock-stretched lips, you press the tip of your finger in a gentle circle in the hidden away spot behind his balls.

Overtaken, Javier- the strong, serious, cautious DEA agent spills into your throat before he can give you the courtesy of a warning. His knees go weak, his vision blurs, his ears pound, and he feels as if he has been wrung out.

Standing up to straighten your blouse, you look Javi over. There’s a certain feeling of pride you have at being able to render such a big man boneless and empty headed. Mercifully, you pass him your handkerchief to clean himself up. Composed enough to carry on, he tucks your handkerchief into his pocket and folds your hand into his as you walk along together, back to work.

[obsessive-ego]

Beetlejuice opens up about his abusive, alcoholic mother

You touch his shoulder as a signal that you sympathize with him, and you're here for him

His eyes meet yours, and you give him a soft smile

The ghoul lunges forward, cupping your face, and kisses you in a sloppy manner

You push the ghoul off and wipe your mouth

"What's wrong with you?!"

"I thought you were putting down the vibe"

"God Beej, do you even HAVE a fucked up mother?"

He sniffles a soft "yes"

Of course you feel bad, but you hesitate to touch him, a moment passes before he lunges at you again, nuzzling his face into your chest.

You pat his head, not really sure what to do or if he's faking it again.

He was, well, faking the being upset part

[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!