#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.

[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.

[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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[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 - ★ -

[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 <-

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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?

~

[END//Part 4]

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

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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

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Beej with an easily flustered male reader?? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

God, your mind. I'm in love w this

Beej quick fix 18+ only

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"Aww, babe," Beej snorted, leaning in close so he could drink in your reaction. "Y'gettin' all squirmy on me, huh? Why's that?"

Blood flushed under your cheeks, pupils blowing with lust as your partner brushed his fingers over your hip, giving you a suggestive squeeze.

His fingers trailed the soft bruises lining your torso, and as little jolts of pain turned to pleasure, you couldn't help the memories of the night before as they floated to the forefront of your mind.

"What'sa matter, pretty boy, huh? Thinkin' bout the way I put these hands on y'last night?"

You sucked in a breath, surging forward for a kiss. Beej reciprocated, tongue flicking against your lower lip.

"Fuck Beej," you panted, feeling your skin heat as your pants began to tent.

"If y'insist," he chortled, kissing back with fervour.