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itsmepage · 3 months

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His Dead Bride

Musical! Beetlejuice x Plus size! Dead Bride! Reader || This fic took me 6 hours to write with no proofread so bj lovers I hope you eat this up like a buffet. (Also all characteristics of all ver of beetlejuice is Reference here, but mainly musical ver)

Fluff & Smut

Warnings: murder, murderer ex-husband, revenge, may or may not have corpse bride/Constance Hatchway vides, beetlejuice being a pervert,(maybe reader too), talk of flirting/sex, touchstarvation, talk of death/afterlife & life, oral(fem receiving), thick thighs kink, praise kink, swearing, meantions of demons, mentions of exorcism, kissing, nicknames, glorification of scaring people, & beetlejuice’s mommy issues

Art Credit -> @crazycometspecular on Tumblr & Tik Tok!!

Smut means mature rating!! You are responsible for what you consume!!

In your life, you couldn't find a single someone to love you: not a single one and you tried so very hard, and just when you thought you found the one, he betrayed you. On your wedding day; a day that was supposed to be so magical, so heartwarming, settling in on someone that you loved and he took away from you without a second thought all because he thought he could. He thought he was all big and powerful and that he just did what he wanted. Just because he wanted your riches? not. He was not going to get away with it. You made his nights restless: he did not go a single day without seeing your horrified face, the face you made when he killed you. But you didn’t there, once he committed suicide: you wasted no time getting exercised at the church you haunted for years. Now he was at the room of death for the dead in the netherworld. You got your sweet revenge, but at what cost? Your once beautiful and young face was gone, your wedding dress was ruined and you smelled of a dead raccoon. Your life ended with no one by your side. You died alone as you feared.

Now you sit in your once beautiful grown, now covered in must and dirt, and cry: physically feeling your heart break, your shed-up veil barely hiding your tears “What’s got you in a twist babes?” You heard a voice say. You looked up to see a man with the brightest yellows you’ve ever seen, his entire outfit was covered in green and black dirt, and his green hair spiked up to the sky. He looked like he’d been here for centuries; in a weird charming way. “Leave me be!” You requested turning your face away from the demon. “That bad huh? It is a human!? Do you need a bio-exorcist?? Because I’m good at that!” The demon said excitedly, speaking with his arms and sitting down next to you: smiling from ear to ear. So that the infamous Beetlejuice; you heard his name once or twice when you died. “The demon that can take away the living” is murder from what you understand. Other dead folk, practically begged you not to ask for his help, fortunately, for you; you were too angry and stubborn to let someone take revenge on your ex-husband. “Yes.” You simply answered him, “But I already took care of it.” You continued in your saddened state wiping away your tears. “Really!?” Beetle said in surprise, “What did you do? Did you kill him? Did he scream? Did you make him bleed?” He overly questioned with curiosity floating around you like an excited crow.

You’ve, kinda, of opened up to him, telling him how you got karma on your ex-husband. Beetlejuice was very impressed; he didn’t many new souls who went to instant haunting, so far they make their victims end themselves in life and after death. That was just the start of your relationship, he didn’t leave you alone ever since: and surprisingly, you didn’t hate it one bit. You like his rambling. The fact he was able to talk about anything for hours without stopping was lowkey impressive to you: that and all the power he has, making clones of himself, making a fire in his hands, and making anyone move with a simple wave of his fingertips. The many things people hated about him are what you love about him. You enjoyed his company very much: he was your reminder that just because you're dead Doesn’t mean you’ll end up alone. It brought you so much comfort and you found yourself clinging to him more and more every day, and it didn’t help that he flirted with you. Spending time with Beetlejuice made you realize what a prev he is, he respected your boundaries for the most part despite the fact he did one dip kiss to piss your dead husband off when the two of them just so happened to pass by the exorcist rooms. You slapped him for it, even though you love that he did that. He also firted how he loved your body type as if you were the goddness, Aphrodite. Yes they were inappropriate, comical, and yet still so sweet. You didn’t know how he did it but he did, sometimes you wish he’d get down on his knees and praise you rather than saying it. You imagine his hands holding down your thick thighs as you squirmed around his head, gently squeezing him.. God that image makes you see stars; but you wanted more than just his lust. You wanted his love, all of his love. You wanted him to hold your face as he kissed your tears away, you wanted to hold him, to dance with him, to scare people together, you wanted to marry him; and you wanted so badly to tell him that. But you were afraid. It wasn’t him you were scared of, nor the Netherworld, it was the fear of rejection. Never being able to talk to him again. It was stupid you knew that, you were past life to worry about something as silly as that but how can you not be afraid? Beetlejuice was the very few people that talked to you in the netherworld you didn’t want to lose that, you didn’t want to lose him over something as silly as that, so you’ve tried your best to keep to yourself which was somewhat tolerable when he was simply just talking to you, making you laugh, but today he invited you to help him get back at Lydia’s bully, his human friend upon her request; and you could never say no to him.

All three had a blast, from what started as a small inconvenience to the perpetrator to a general life-threatening scenario, safely assuming they wouldn’t be messing with her for a good while. You liked meeting her, she was a sparky teen with a great sense of style and you’ve enjoyed the friendship with her and Beetlejuice like a fun uncle with his rebel niece after thanking the two of you, she sent both of you on your way. “Boy, oh, boy! That was a lot of fun! Wasn’t it toots!?“ you smiled brightly at him, becoming so fond of the nicknames he gave you. You nodded your head, just deciding to let him ramble. “Oh, the look on their face!! Haha!! - and they screamed like a dying pigeon!“ he laughed thinking about and you just giggled along with him, taking a seat in an empty area of the Netherworld: you sighed with glee, just happy to be in Beetlejuice’s presence. He leans against the wall next to you, calming down from his laughter. “I love that kid, I would kill to do that again.“ he said sitting down on the ground while you sat next to him, wondering whatever pleasant memories came to his head. “How did you two meet?“ you asked him curiously, your hands being placed comfortably on your lap holding your bouquet of dead flowers. “Oh babes that’s a looonnnggg story..“ he exaggerated. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t interested in hearing.“ you’ve told him, encouraging him. “Well..“ he set up, his position being in the crisscross style. “It started when-“ He begin to yep again, making hand movements to help you put the imagery in your head, you’ve tried your best to best to listen but you loved seeing his facial expressions as he talk and what was joyful, cocky and settle, softly turned into sadness, loneliness as well as his green hair. It turned into a dark blue when he mentioned Junno. His mother. You quickly became concerned, he moved his knees to his chest, hugging them like a lost boy who needed love; and he did, he needed so much of it. “BJ, sweetie..“ you’ve placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He looked at you with baby bug eyes, a crimson blush on his cheeks at the small nickname you gave him. “Are- ...“ you paused. “What happened? Can you tell me? Please?“ You asked gently, asking him to open up to you, and he did. Beetlejuice opened up to you, talking about his mother Junno, how horrible she was, how he resented her, what happened to her, to him.. and yet how he still kinda misses her. “It’s stupid I know! But she was the most company I ever had here... I was pretty much back on my own... Until you showed up.“ he smiled gently at the mention of you. You’ve felt your deceased heart skip, if that was even possible, at such a simple action; and what turned a simple action into an affectionate gesture. He turned over at where you sat and hugged his arms around your legs as he rested his head on your lap his once blue hair turned pink. At least you know he’s not messing with you.

Your hands were in the air, not being sure what to do for a moment. Slowly, you place your bouquet to the side, slightly moving to other arm to his pink hair: to softly brush his tangled up hair he mumbled softly leaning in closer to encourage your action; wait.. was he purring? You’ve moved your hand to the back of his scalp and realized he was. Goodness gracious, he was just so damn cute, is this what demons warned you about? This big old cat? Your chest gets up and down slowly, controlling your breathing feeling a small heat to your core, making you realize how touchstarved you are. You were a little ashamed of yourself; here was Beetlejuice, he opened up to you, he was vulnerable and all you wanted to do was shove his face between your legs. Maybe you were the pervert, you tried to push it to the side, just being focused on his purring, and you scratched his scalp and rubbed his shoulders with your other hand. “You’re probably not gonna believe this toots..“ he said out of the blue, moving his body to kiss your stomach as if he was reading your mind and was trying to tease you. “I am..“ he kissed you again “.. completely..“ he gave another “..and thoroughly,“ and another “in love with you...“ he then kissed you on your upper thigh ignoring the fabric that was in the way of your skin. “I don’t I felt this way about anyone before.. well not in such a way...“ he confessed pressing his lips on your left thigh, simply just giving you pepper kisses and it was driving you crazy. Your breathing got heavier as he seemed he didn’t want to let go of you, showering you with his affection and you practically melted. No one, not even your ex-husband displayed this kind of love; you wanted to laugh at the irony. That a horrifying demon already treats you so much better than a living human on earth. You had to die, to win basic affection; that’s funny. But you couldn't laugh at that right now for Beetlejuice was clouding your thoughts. “Oh BJ..“ moaned softly, as he stopped to look at you making sure he heard right. “I feel the same..“you confessed your hands moving to his warm cheeks. “wait really...?“ he asked, sitting up slightly. “Yes! Of course!“ you laughed over how adorable he was. “I wouldn’t let have you kissed me like this if I didn’t..“ you assured him, playing with his flush-out hair. “does that mean I get to continue?“ he asked before he leaned back down to kiss you again. “Please..“ you whispered to him and that alone can turn him into a wild animal.

Beetle lifted your dirty wedding dress as he began to kiss your rotten skin, them being more harsh and slobbery than before, but he knew not to be too rough, he didn’t want to break you yet. “God, what was that asshole thinking?“ he said as he kiss you, knowing he was referring to your ex. “You’re..“he kissed your thigh “So..“ he placed another “..fucking..“ and another “gorgeous..“ he said placing a slobbery one on your inner thigh. “Jesus.. If you’re this breathtaking when you’re dead..“ he said moving his lips to the other thigh. “I can’t image what you looked like on Earth..“ he breathed, licking the right side of your inner thigh. “B-beetle..“ you moaned. He laughed at your action, planning to tease you more by grabbing your thigh and placing it over his head, licking only your upper thighs and not your aching lips. You look down to see: that his tongue isn’t shaped like a human’s, it resembles a fat worm, with stripes patterns. It felt cold against your dead skin, similar to the cold hand to death; it was such a nice contrast though, it sent shivers down your spine. Beetle went back over to the other thigh, his lips threatening to give you a hickey if that was even possible anymore if your ability to cum was even possible anymore, but you didn’t care. You’ve leaned back against the wall, not sure if can even take his teasing anymore, gripping the fabric on your dress as you couldn't hold back your whimpers. “I know you want it, baby..“ Beetlejuice breathed so close to your core. “You want it ssssoooo.. bbbadd..“ he growled. “All you have to do is say one word..“ he said “Just say it...“ he kissed you with his tongue “One little word.. just say it again,“ moaning when tasted your juices on your thigh. “one... more.. time.“ - “Please..” you breathed out, giving him what he wanted. You moaned in surprise when he dived straight into your womanhood, not caring what it may look like now. Beetle was working wonders on you, sucking and licking you up, you’ve instinctively placed both legs on his shoulders and gently squeezed his head while yanking on his hair. God he was right, you wanted it so bad. Your moans were loud and pornographic, it was possible if the entirety of Netherworld could hear you, but you were more than happy to scream it to the rooftops since you’ve finally found someone who loved you this much, and was making you feel this good: demon or not. “B-beetle.. Darling-“ you moan out, somehow feeling a knot in your stomach “S-sweethreat.. I think I’m gonna..“ he didn’t stop, making his pace faster as he kept her thighs on him, “G-god..! B..beetle!!“ you arched your back as you came on his tongue, squeezing his head as you did. Beetle helps you ride out your orgasm, licking you clean before he overstimulates you; that’s for another time.

“You sounded realllllyyy sexy babes..“ he said lifting your gown back down; your cheeks went warm when you saw your juices on his face before he wipe it away just to lick it off. “like a porn star..“ he continued as sat next to resting his head on your shoulder. “What a position to be in after eating someone out.“ you commented he just laughed, laying his head back on your lap, his legs taking up the rest of the bench you sat on, as you started to pat his hair again, allowing him to take your hand in his. It was rough but warm, he leaned it towards his mouth and gently kissed your knuckle before simply just holding it close to his chest. “Can I tell you a secret Beetle?” You whisper to him. “Hm?” Was all he could muster, relaxing in your touch. “That was the first that anyone has ever shown me love.“ you admitted to him. “What..!?“ he asked in general shock. “You mean the world was so blind, a dead guy had to be the one to eat you out and tell how beautiful you are?“ -“Apparently so!“ with your head cleared, you were finally able to laugh at the irony; he laughed along with you, gently rubbing his fingertips on your hand. “Well..“ he said. “If it makes you feel any better,“ he paused for a second. “me too.“ he admitted as well. “oh my dear,“ you said: brushing some hair off his face, leaning down close to his mouth; “That’s means I have to return the favor.“ you teased. “What you mean you have to!?“ Beetle joked as you smelled his breath which was similar to a morning one before you placed your lips on his, smiling ear to ear as you kissed him. Eventually, you’ve pulled away, not resting you smile as much he didn’t rest his. “Mine..“Beetlejuice breathed, cupping your cheek with his free hand. “Mine, dead bride.. all mine..“ he kissed you again, and you pulled him closer in the kiss: both of you being so happy to call someone your own. To never be alone again.

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musical-shit-show · 2 years

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my apologies. prompt list 1, #4 please, beetlejuice!!

don’t want you like a best friend

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #4 (“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”) from Prompt List 1.

Warnings: alcohol mention, reader is tipsy, fluff, suggestive dialogue

Word Count: 1,173

Author’s Note: So so so sorry this took so long! I’ve been crazy busy with work and the show that I’m in, but I finally finished this ask! Thanks anon for the suggestion! And if you’d like to request anything from either of my Prompt Lists, please send me an ask and check out my Masterlist and About Me page! Enjoy :)

“Beej, I have to go now. You know how I hate being late.”

The demon huffed at your completely reasonable statement. You were finally able to coordinate a night out with your friends, and the live-in ghost who had plagued your existence over the past few months was clearly not pleased.

At first, you were utterly bewildered by Beetlejuice. You have no idea how he ended up in your apartment, though he kept muttering something about being a ‘bio-exorcist’, which sounded far too fantastical for you to fully comprehend.

Once he realized his efforts to scare you out of your dwelling was fruitless, Beetlejuice took no time at all making himself at home. In a way, he was like a housecat: he purred, he slept wherever he wanted, he pushed over breakable objects for attention.

And he wanted nothing more than to be around you all the time.

Which, to him, started out as nothing but another activity to fill his endless existence. If he couldn’t scare you to death, annoying you to death was certainly an acceptable option, right?

“But baaaaabe,” he whined, floating above you as you fished out the keys from your purse, “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Not a ton of options for a dead guy, ya know.”

He was lying, of course. There were plenty of hijinks a demon of his nature could get up to on a Friday night, but he wanted you to feel bad for him. His incessant flirting didn’t faze you either, much to the ghost’s dismay.

He had a kind of crush on you, which wasn’t at all surprising. Beetlejuice had developed a penchant for breathers over the years, and you had grown to be one of his favorites. Which made your departure for the evening even more gutting.

“I don’t know,” you answered his rhetorical question, exasperated as you slung your purse over your shoulder, “But I have no doubt you’ll find some way to entertain yourself.”

The demon’s hair turned a deep shade of violet, not masking his sadness at the prospect of you enjoying a night out without him. You noticed immediately and frowned.

“It’ll only be a couple hours, bug,” you hoped the pet name would soften the blow, “I promise.” Beetlejuice grumbled and *popped* out of the room. You sighed, accepting his poutiness. Maybe you’d be able to make it up to him later.

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When you got home, your ghostly roommate was nowhere to be found. Despite only having a few drinks, your head was throbbing. You flopped onto the couch and contemplated turning on the TV, but you couldn’t muster the willpower to try and find the remote.

You looked around a few times, when suddenly you saw it rising slowing, surrounded by a sickly lime glow. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as it floated towards you.

“Beetlejuice!” you knew using his full name would irritate him, and you were right. He materialized seconds later, his hair back to its signature shade of green. You oddly couldn’t have been happier to see him.

“Hey, babes, easy on the ‘B’ word, okay?” he said as he immediately got comfortable on your couch, “If I went away, who’d be here to entertain ya?” You let out another giggle, your last drink making you feel equal parts bold and bubbly.

“Well, I had to get your attention somehow, didn’t I?” you retorted, finally grabbing the remote out of the air and placing it on your coffee table.

“So…” he drawled, his voice sounding particularly gravelly, “You have a good time tonight?” You couldn’t help but sigh, your headache finally wearing off. Instinctively, you let your head rest on Beetlejuice’s shoulder. You had become nose blind to the smell of dirt and decay that constantly permeated from his suit jacket.

“Yeah, I mean, it was nice seeing everyone,” you said, suddenly feeling warm, “I didn’t really have much to contribute though; you know, they were all talking about weddings and babies and gossip and I was just…there. Listening.”

He nodded, not sure how to respond. Beetlejuice had been dead for so long that he couldn’t remember the mundane moments of his life. He watched your ups and downs and in betweens and sometimes, for a second, he could recall what it was like to be human. Maybe that’s why he stuck around.

“Honestly,” you said, swallowing bravely as you raised your head to meet his eye, “all I could think about was coming home. To you.” Of course, this got the demon’s attention. All he could muster was a surprised “Oh?”, his eyebrows raised in shock and amusement.

You had never rendered Beetlejuice speechless before, so you decided to continue.

“Yeah,” you said, “And I swear, I’m only a little bit tipsy so don’t think I don’t mean this, because I do. But I really want to kiss you right now.”

The demon couldn’t help but flash a knowing smirk.

“Do it then.”

And you did. And it was sweet and soft and not at all what you expected. It took a little liquid courage, but as soon as your lips met his, it felt like a switch flipped inside your brain. You had no idea this had been what you’d been searching for.

After a moment, Beetlejuice deepened the kiss, and you felt a pit form in your stomach. You knew how he was; you didn’t want this to be just a random hookup. Being a notch it a demon’s bedpost wasn’t exactly on your bucket list.

Before you could form a coherent thought, you hadn’t even realized that he had wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his ridiculously tattered suit. You couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Wait,” you said, your head spinning again, “I don’t—I can’t let this be a one-night thing, Beej. I like you. A lot. I think I’ve just be too stupid to see it until now so, if you don’t want that, we can just pretend like this never happened.”

Pink had started to sprout at the roots of his hair, and he still had a big grin plastered on his face, “Babes, are you serious?” he asked incredulously, “I’ve wanted to be with ya since the first week I started crashing here. I think you’re hot stuff.”

You could feel yourself turn red as you kissed him again, elated, “Plus,” he drawled, “How great will it be to tell your friends the next time you see them that your boyfriend is a demon.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll love that.”

“Make sure to let them know I give great head.”

“Beej!” you hit him playfully, blush now creeping up your neck as he peppered kisses along your clavicle.

“Just so ya know, all you have to do is just ask, sweetheart,” he looked up at you, his eyes now fiery with hunger as he scanned you up and down, “And in that outfit, you won’t have to ask twice.”

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macherkissed · 2 years

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Hello! I noticed your requests are open, so I hope it's okay for me to drop mine over here ☺️

Would you be willing to write about Betelgeuse, Hellboy, Venom and a yautja with a S/O who cannot stand loud (specially sudden) noises and whenever they happen they just stop whatever they are doing and cover their ears? If they feel too overwhelmed they might start shaking and crying. They are also scared easely and the slightest unexpected sounds makes them yelp. Basically they are VERY sensitive to noise.

I hope this is not an uncomfortable topic to write about :( If that's the case, please feel more than free to overlook my request, no hard feelings whatsoever! Have a lovely day/afternoon/night! <3

Sorry this took so long. I finished it a few weeks ago, actually, but just forgot to post it because I have the worst memory.

Hope it was worth the wait.

How they react to a Noise Sensitive S/O

Notes/Warnings: GN!Reader, Reader being overwhelmed, Beej being Beej, exophilia, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Betelgeuse

Oh Honey

Beej is a dick when he finds out how you react to loud noises, at least at first

He jumps out and yells to watch you drop things and cover your ears, literally laughing his head off sometimes at your reaction

He carries it on for a while before one very chaotic and extremely loud ‘prank’ finally gets you too overwhelmed and you just sob, genuinely cry in a way he hasn’t ever heard from you.

Instantly he stops and steps back, quietly trying to laugh it off as a joke until you start to tremble and curl up on the floor with your arms wrapped around your head.

At that, he’s genuinely more worried than you’ve ever seen him before and you’d find it sweet if you weren’t having a bit of a meltdown. He doesn’t know what to do, though, so he just leaves you be

You don’t see him for a few days after that until you call out for him and he shows up looking like a guilty puppy. Tell him you forgive him and explain what you’re more sensitive to and how to handle it, he’ll be better after that.

He might still make you jump occasionally after that, but he won’t be half as bad

Should anything trigger you, he’ll sort it out; just hope it’s not a person you want/need around because he will make them regret being born.

Hellboy

HB tends to be soft around you anyway, seeing you similarly to his kittens even before he knows how sensitive to noise you are

When you tell him, he’ll be very understanding since he’s known many people who are sensitive to something or other, especially the people with talents at the BPRD

Of course, being him, he can be pretty loud without realising it and he can be heavy handed. There’s rarely a week that passes without him placing something down a bit too heavily and making you jump.

Since the BPRD can be a noisy place, he’ll get noise blocking headphones for you, and him and Abe set up a spot in the library where you can just chill out when it gets a bit too much

If it gets so bad that you have a meltdown and start trembling, hands over your ears, he’ll offer to wrap you up in his thick coat with him.

It’s warm and smells nice, and it’s thick enough that if you press your ear to his chest then everything outside will be muffled and all you can hear is his heartbeat or him humming something to distract you

If someone is being obnoxiously loud and obviously scaring you, he’ll shut them up. However, the way he’ll shut them up tends to be by yelling at them, usually loud enough to make you yelp.

He tries

Venom

Venom gets it; he’s very sensitive to noise himself though he has a bit of a higher tolerance and noise literally pains him past a certain point.

If he’s attached to you, he’ll try and distract you from the noise by talking in your mind and being a bit catty about whatever is making noise. The worse it gets for you, the more aggressive he gets towards the source.

If it is a person or animal and you start to get overwhelmed, he will offer to eat it. If you’re alone or in a place he can cover over you, he will do and become almost a cocoon for you.

If you're too overwhelmed to move he will happily take over and move you away to a quiet area where he can cocoon you and make sure you're okay. It can make you seem a little rude at times but V doesn't care much about that

Just as with Eddie’s loud neighbour, if it gets too much for the both of you he will scare them into shutting up.

If he’s still with Eddie, he’ll pop out like a lil worm and wrap around you, or urge Eddie to hug you and try to move you to a more relaxing spot if you're in public.

You have no say in if he eats the noise, when attached to Eddie; only Eddie has a say in that and he’s a bit of a pushover sometimes

Yautja

The nature of the Yautja is to be observant, so they figure out even without fully knowing your language that you are easily scared by loud noises

The first time they thud a trophy onto the table and you yelp, they tilt their head and note that away for later.

They roar quite a lot after a hunt and, if you’re there with them (which is rare unless they want to impress you), they notice that you jump or cover your ears when they do that.

When you eventually explain it to them, they’ll try and be quieter around you.

They won’t roar when you’re around, unless it’s purely defensive or warning, and they walk softer, they won’t throw things onto the tables, and if you’re on the ship then they will warn their clan to be quieter

They even make sure to click a few times when coming up behind you, just to make sure they don’t spook you that way as well

Since they’ve got a lot more advanced technology, they’ll try and find ways to make life a little quieter for you, even if you assure them you have plenty of things already

Anything that makes you tremble and cry, they will destroy unless they realise that they can’t, like if it’s your pet or something, in which case they’ll growl and snarl at it until it goes away or shuts up.

They are easily strong enough to pick you up and carry you off to a quiet place themselves

After the noise passes, if you’re still crying then they’ll lift you onto their lap and wipe away any tears and click at you a couple of times before muttering “Ooman. M-di H'dlak.” (No Fear)

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greatgaspiads · 1 year

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#I need them to devolve into a giggling pile of smooches at least 3 times a day thanks #Beetlebabes #My Artwork #My Art #Beetlelyds #Musicalbabes #Beetlejuice the Musical #BJtM #Beetlejuice musical #Beetlejuice fanart #Beetlejuice fan art #Beetlejuice musical fanart #Beetlejuice musical fan art #Lydia Deetz #Beetlejuice #Lydia #Clip Studio Paint #Doodle #Sketch #Fluff #Beetlebabes fluff #No big sketch dump this time #But please don't be surprised if we see one that really is just them being cute and kissy #because that is definitely NOT me projecting my desires onto them #No siree bob #But gosh dangit they deserve to be adorable #And while we're here rambling in the tabs now that all the essential stuff is out of the way:#I like to take the purple I use for Lydia and use it in Beej's hair as a pink stand-in #Rather than intro an actual pink #Because I like the implications that he only gets pinky for Lydia so boom it's symbolism

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egotisticaleverything · 2 months

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PROFILE/REQUEST INFO

Note: I’ve had multiple people in my requests/askes trying to find my request rules and I realised I never made an actual post about them so here I guess!

FANDOMS:

- Scott Pilgrim

- Beetlejuice

- Heathers

- Halloween

- Scream

- DC (most media including comics)

- YouTuber Egos

- COD

- Fionna and Cake

- Gravity Falls

- FNAF The Musical

- Transformers

- Megatron

- Mortal Combat

- Southpark

- BASEketball

- Little Shop Of Horrors

- Something Rotten!

- Sanders Sides

(Will definitely be expanded cuz the ‘tism has no limits)

I WILL Write

- Smut

- Fluff

- Angst

- X Reader

- Ships

- Headcannons

Will NOT Write

- P3dophi1ia

- Non-Con/Dub-Con

- piss k1nk

- shit k1nk

- Necrophilia

- Puppy/Kitty play

- Age play

- Age regression (nothing against people who do it I’m just not educated on it)

General Personal Boundaries

- don’t search for my other socials

- proship and comship DNI

- don’t use my requests for asking me personal questions

- fuck off zionists. Stand with Palestine.

REQUEST STATUS: OPEN!!

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diaryofassortedimagines · 2 years

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expect the unexpected, pt. 2-

beetlejuice x reader smut (and a dash of fluff)

you shifted slightly as the sunlight, bright in your eyes through your semi-sheer curtains, woke you. ducking down to hide your eyes in your pillow, you only found yourself nuzzled into something much colder, and even softer.

immediately, you were fully awake, eyes blown wide and a smile tugging at your lips. you prayed to whatever may be up there that when you lifted your head, your BJ would be the big chilly form that was pressed against you. that you weren’t imagining a bit more vividly than usual.

you lifted your head from his chest to find him smiling down at you, brightly. you couldn’t help but grin like a giddy little kid on christmas.

“oh, i knew it wasn’t a dream, beej!” you lifted yourself, putting your hands on either side of his face and using it as leverage, to pull him into an eager kiss. your morning breath mixed with his, well, dead guy breath. your lips were a little dry from the small amount of drool that had pooled on them. and it was the second best kiss of your life. you were on top of him, kissing him passionately—victoriously, and he was beneath you, trembling and doing his best to keep up with your pace. beads of sweat were building on his forehead, dampening the hairline of his bright pink and magenta swirled hair, and if he had the blood to blush, he would be cherry red and fiery hot. the tent built quickly in his pants, from the very moment you looked up at him that morning, in fact. like a little puppy. this is everything he’s wanted since day one. and yet, he was terrified, and he looked it, too. he was trembling and his muscles were tense and as motionless as they could be, despite doing all he could to return the kiss. his hands were still on your waist, but they stayed there, completely still.

“bee?” you pulled away from the kiss as the tension he felt became more and more noticeable, impossible to ignore. you’d never seen him this way. “you look… terrified?” he pursed his lips and dropped his eyelids, looking down between your two bodies.

“i guess… i guess i just find it all hard to believe.” you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow, making it clear you didn’t understand. his shoulders and brows dropped at this, looking a little smug. “c’mon babes, you know what i mean.”

“i… i don’t, beej.” you laughed a little. “you can tell me, sweets.” you swiped his cheek with your thumb, face in the palm of your hands.

“you’re… holy moly, toots, you’re an angel. so kind, so funny, so damn beautiful, wholly and utterly exquisite.” he put dramatic theatrical emphasis on the last three words. “and then there’s me. dead demon ghost guy. kind of, maybe, a murderer for a little bit in my past, have been called on multiple occasions raggedy raccoon man, terrorizes people for fun, slightly addicted to crack cocaine—” you put a finger over his surprisingly smooth, pale lips.

“beetlejuice, listen to me.” you said, a little sternly and lifting his chin to make eye contact. “you’re my angel. that crack addict raccoon man is my own person angel. you’re the only one i want. and… as for the murders and frequent terrorizing… well, world could always use a little humbling, huh?” he chuckled a bit. he was pretty sure he could see you glowing with the sun behind you. he was pretty sure you were divine. “you’re a good being, laurence. your non-beating heart is still sweet deep down, and i want you, beej. i want all of you.” your rubbed his chest and fiddled with his suspenders suggestively.

“yeah but babe, that’s what i mean! look, you’re so kind, and considerate, and lovely and—” you quieted him with your lips on his.

“i’ll show you beej. i’ll prove it.” his hair was pink from root to tip, with only a few swirls of magenta left, and a little bit of blue. “will you let me do that?” he let out a short, breathless chuckle.

“y-yes, doll face. i… would love that.” he chewed his lip. “but what if—”

“oh, just shut up and take your clothes off, already.” slightly taken aback and thoroughly flustered, he took a few seconds to indulge the feeling of your lips on his neck, the scruff scratching and stimulating your lips, the damp of your tongue softening his skin, the beautiful pain of each hickey you left and the pure adoration he felt, before finally undressing himself with a quick wave of his hand.

you gasped as the hand that was on his clothed chest suddenly was against something much colder and quite harrier. you grinned and sat up, sitting comfortably on his lap. you stared down at your love with infatuation in your eyes.

“oh, sweetheart.” your hand gently wrapped around his neck before sliding over his body—to his shoulder and down to his chest, nails gently grazing one of his nipples as he whined louder than he expected to. your hand ran across the expanse of his stomach and down until it reached you, straddling his hips. your eyes ran all across his body, savoring every bit of him as you tried your best to burn the image into your memory.“you’re exactly how i imagined you.” to think that you imagined him, in the deep, private confines of your mind. he smiled sweetly, despite himself hardening even further (somehow) beneath you. you returned the smile as you lifted your own shirt above your head, wiggling out of the neckline. he whimpered at the sight of you, wordless. now he was sure you were glowing, that you were divine. you bent down above him on your hands and knees, kissing his neck briefly before running your lips down his body. a bite to his collarbone, a kiss and a light flick of your tongue on his nipples, and as you scooted down, a bold lick down his stomach. his body tasted similar to that of his lips, earthy and a little bit bloody, only his lips were a tad sweeter. your face was now just inches from his cock, and he ran his tongue across his lips as he awaited for your sweet lips to take him in. but alas, you didn’t. rather, you sat on your calfs at the very edge of the bed so that your face could kiss up his thighs, from the base to the jittery sensitive inner corners. his skin was on fire, and he couldn’t’ve asked for anything better. he couldn’t believe what was happening. the angel that fell for the demon. the angel that was on her knees before him, worshipping him and his body in all its glory. all he knew was that he loved the way your lips set him ablaze and that your words sent him into a frenzy. he was jittery and trembling a little. “just relax baby, okay?? i’m here.” you kissed just next to his cock and he whimpered with an affirmative nod.

as your lips finally crawled up his thighs to his cock, you flattened your tongue and licked a bold stripe up the base of him, leaving a light flick at his tip to lap up all the precum. his moan was uncontrolled and candid, and so so hot. your mouth engulfed his tip and your tongue circled it as you sucked.

“sit up a little more for me, baby.” immediately, he scurried up with his back to the headboard. you crawled closer to him and bent down so you could take him back in your mouth. he was huge, damn near intimidatingly so. you gave him a few light pumps and took his head in your mouth, your lips slowly taking in more and more of him, as far as you could before his tip was at the back of your throat. your hand pumped in sync with the bobbing of your mouth, your saliva drip down the base of him and soaking your hand. his moan was crazed.

“mmm—ugh, f-fuck baby girl, that’s so fucking good.” he squirmed, and couldn’t resist tangling his large hands in your hair. he used all the restraint he had not to fuck your mouth, worried you may not be able to take him all, but allowed himself to put a little bit of added pressure to your bobs. as your confidence grew, you took him in just a few centimeters more, now choking on him briefly before pulling back out a little for air. at this, his whole body tensed, and he let out a groan from deep in his chest through gritted teeth. you figured this meant he was close, so you sped up your movements and sucked just a little harder than you had been, as much as you could this time. you felt his body jerk and his hips accidentally push up into your throat, gagging you a tad before falling back down and cumming in your mouth. you hummed in delight as you swallowed it all up, trying your best not to lose a single drop. he tasted mostly salty, earthy and a little bit of something rotten.

you crawled back up, your face parallel to his again, and left an opened mouth kiss on his lips. he whimpered.

“feeling any better? a little more adored like you are?” he nodded, breathless and nonvocal. you smiled, but it soon turned to an opened mouth look of ecstasy as his cold, large fingers dipped into your folds and circled your clit.

“fuck, beej. oh my g-god.” you purred in his ear. “oh, someone certainly knows how to use his hands…” you panted as you rolled your hips, gliding with more pressure on his two fingers.

“oh, honey, you haven’t even seen what my tongue can do yet.” he let out a cocky laugh, and as egotistical as it was, you were delighted to see that he’d gotten his confidence back. that he felt loved again.

“well, you’re not gonna keep me in suspense, are you?” you smirked devilishly.

“yknow what??” he tapped a finger on his chin. “yeah, i think i will keep you in suspense, doll face.” he pulled his fingers away from you and licked your juices off of them before wiping them on his side. “just to see you beg.” you blinked and jittered your head a little in surprise.

“oh, beej, i am not begging.”

“well, then, i guess you’ll never find out.” you knew exactly what he was doing, as it was something you’d do yourself. naturally, though, you had a solution to your own problem.

“fine then. i’ll hold off from touching you as long as you can me.” you smirked as your hand moved down your body, finger tracing down your center mesmerizingly before reaching your core, dragging a finger across your folds. he gulped heavily, his adam’s apple bobbing intensely as he watched your fingers dive between your lips and play with yourself, deep into your folds and circling your clit. you threw your head back and played with one of your breasts with your free hand, riding you fingers as sensually as possible to egg him on, draw him in just to realize he can’t have you, and finally crack him. you could see the ‘oh fuck’ moment in his eyes as your two fingers delve inside of you and you bit your lip, looking him right in the eyes before they rolled back into your head.

“for fucks sake toots, fine.” he grumbled as he took your hand out of you himself and yanked you by your hips above his face. you fell forward a little, hands gripping the headboard and thighs holding onto his head to avoid falling from the pressure. the view from his eyes, body tilted forward, holding onto the headboard, boobs on full display for him to see from below, and the feeling of your thighs clenching his head, your juices practically dripping with arousal onto his lips, long nails bruising your hips. it was a moment he wanted to never leave. one he could happily to stay in forever. he lowered you into an awkward position, but supporting your body comfortably, close enough to reach his tongue out and lick up the length of your folds teasingly. you whimpered and squeezed the headboard, your thighs clenching his scruffy haired face, tingling your core and scratching delightfully as you rode the tongue delved deep into your folds. he alternated between laps, sucks, flicks, and kitten like licks. he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

“holy f-fuck beej. god, you’re so good. so, so good, baby.” your back arched abnormally and your hand clenched his knotty hair to support your body from buckling as the monstrously long muscle delve inside of you, fucking your tightness with his tongue. “oh, you’re… just—” you couldn’t speak through your moans as you rode his mouth and tugged his hair. he mumbled incoherent praises between licks and moans that vibrated against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. your whole body was in pleasure and a little hint of delightful pain, shaking above him as the knot in your stomach tied tighter and tighter. “oh, beej, i’m s-so fucking close. god, you’re gonna make me—” his top lip grazed your clit and the knot in your stomach unraveled against his face, into his mouth, onto his tongue. your moans took over any words of praise you would have said to him as he lapped up every bit of sweetness you gave him.

your body slowly relaxed as his grip on your hips loosened and he eased you off of his face and backwards to straddle his chest. you panted for a moment and leant forward to kiss his lips, tasting your own juices off of his scruffy beard.

“dirty little thing.” he laughed. “don’t you taste sweet, babes?” he purred, and you nodded as you crawled backwards onto his hips. he closed his eyes and panted, getting comfortable into the pillows. you leaned forward and supported yourself with your elbows on his chest. he smiled down at and caressed your waist.

“you… you didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” you grinned devilishly before it turned into a look of shock as he flipped you over and beneath him. you let out a soft, quick moan andfelt as though you were in heaven, euphoria rushing through your body as your dreams finally became a reality. you’ve imagined this moment since the day you met him daily—his thick thighs in between yours and spreading your legs, large arms, perfect for holding you, on either side of his head and his cold stomach pressed to yours. you gripped his chin and pulled him down to kiss you.

“i have dreamt of this moment since i laid eyes on you.” his magenta hair had rushes of pink shoot around it.

‘ditto.’ he thought, but was too speechless to respond. you were getting a tiny bit impatient.

“so, ‘babes’, are you gonna fuck me or not?” he chuckled through a moan and slid into you with ease. you both gasped as his head stretched you out.

“oh my days, toots, you’re so fucking tight.” he moaned, and it almost sounded more like a question than a statement.

“c-can you go slowly, please…?” his heart warmed and he nodded into the crook of his neck. “you… you can move.” he slowly pushed into you and you clawed at his back, pulling him down to kiss his neck and mask a moan with a bite on his shoulder. you took a few deep, whimpering breaths and before you knew it, he was deep inside you.

“god, babes, your pussy was made for me.”

‘you were made for me.’ he said in his head.

you clenched around him and he groaned into your ear. the air was caught in your throat, so you bucked your hips up into him. you moaned in unison, and his quick reaction was to fuck down into you

“oh my god, beej. you… you—” you couldn’t get the words out, your brain melting as his cock drilled into you at a deafening speed.

“such a whore for my cock, aren’t you toots? my little slut” you nodded while he moaned into your ear and nuzzled his head not your neck, his disheveled hair grazing your face, as your nails broke the skin of his back. a few drops of blood dripped down his shoulders and he smiled into you, loving the way the pain from you felt.

“oh, sweetheart, i-i’m gonna cum again.” you choked out.

“m-me too, toots. you feel so fucking good.” he cried, and as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you as he came, a wave of obsession and love washed over him. “oh, i-i love you sugar—” he stopped dead, and threw a hand over his mouth. “i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean to say tha—” you beamed. those words felt like a trophy to you.

“i love you too.” all he could do was smile, a tear tugging at his eyes. as he came to his senses, he realized you hadn’t cum yet, and returned to pounding you into the mattress and rubbing your clit furiously. “f-fuck! god, b-beej, i’m gonna—gonna cum so hard.” you yelped as you came on his cock, staring him directly in the eyes. he would die to see you do that again, staring him down as your essence engulfed him. he pulled out of you with a groan, already missing the feeling of your pussy around him, collapsed beside you and snaked an arm under your head as you turned your numb body and nuzzled into his bare, soft chest. you stayed there for a few moments in the afterglow.

“did… you mean it?” he whispered into your hair. “do you love me?” a tear fell and dampened your scalp.

“completely, beej.” you kissed his collarbone. “i meant every word.” he whimpered.

“but will you still love me when the dopamine wears off?” he was barely audible, and his quiet voice almost sounded soft. you looked up into his tear filled eyes.

“i’ll love you forever, laurence”

end

WHOOH i quite liked that one :’) hope all you beej whores enjoyed.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #alex brightman #alex brightman x reader #beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice x reader smut #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice #smut #beetlejuice x reader fluff #beetlejuice x you smut #beetlejuice x you fluff #musical beetlejuice #musicaljuice

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monsterbeetlebug · 1 month

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A quick turn of events, Part 6

Fem reader, some fluff, some angst, slight tension.

Tw: sexual tension, anger, slight violence, alcohol.

Part 5 <-

Hands off!

Two weeks has flown by like nothing. Y/n could've never imagined herself living such a lavish life, but here she is. In this huge mansion, living under the same roof as Lorenzo and his clones. Living in luxury. Being spoiled like a princess.

Sitting in the winter garden infront of a canvas she dreamed the time away as she painted. Inspired by the beautiful garden and the small creatures living there. She listened to soft music as she let the colours come to life with every brush stroke. Humming to the music in her own little bubble. She felt so at peace.

Lorenzo had been watching her from the top of the spiral staircase for a while. Leaning on the railing. He sighed quietly in content to himself. He hadn't changed out of his morning robe yet. It was still relatively early in the day. A soft flick of the wrist and he had a coffeecup in his hand. Warm and rich. He took a sip before he made his way down the stairs and towards Y/n. He could see how far away in her thoughts she was. As he gently put a hand on her shoulder he could feel her jump a little as her bubble burst. She didn't expect him to just appear next to her. His rough morning voice breaking their silence.

"So this is where you've been hiding all morning."

He took another sip from his coffee. With a smile she looked up at him and nodded. His dark beautiful eyes, the wild unruly hair and his morning stubble. He managed to look so effortlessly handsome. She got butterflies in her belly and felt so lucky that someone like him wanted her. Lorenzo couldn't help but give her a soft smile back. He ruffled her hair.

"Pretty girl."

A few minutes went buy before Antonio came walking in. He looked more serious than usual. He went straight up to Lorenzo. Y/n could see them talking, but why couldn't she hear them properly? They weren't even standing far away. She guessed it was some demon thing Lorenzo could do. She continued painting for a while as they conversed. Antonio informed Lorenzo about an important business partner who was coming to town. Lorenzo thought about it for a few seconds. He sent Antonio on his way to his club to get the VIP lounge ready for his business partners. He wanted to show them some good old-fashioned hospitality while they where in town to get a great deal out of it. Lorenzo turned back to his darling and leaned down to her ear.

"What do you say to a trip to the club with me tonight, hm? It's Saturday after all."

She lit up at the idea. That sounded fun. She shot up from her seat and hugged Lorenzo. He laid an arm around her and looked down at her.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Later in the evening Lorenzo come up to Y/n's room. He's holding a dark green giftbox with a black ribbon on it. Y/n is in her bathroom getting ready. She was humming and finishing up her skincare routine as Lorenzo came up to her. He held out the box to her. She looked shocked. An expression that said he didn't need to get her anything. She took the lid of the box and looked inside. Gasping as she pulled the most beautiful dark red dress out. She spun around hugging it to herself. She couldn't believe her own eyes. He smirked watching her. Watching how excited she became by such a gesture. He loved spoiling his baby.

"I'll let you get ready pretty thing, we'll meet by the entré later."

Lorenzo disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. Y/n was in awe at how this dress looked. She couldn't wait to put it on. She was giddy while finishing her hair and makeup. Excitingly she slid the dress on. It fit her perfectly. Enhancing her every feature beautifully. She went over to her closet and picked out a pair of heels that matched. Putting on some pretty jewellery before she took a final look in the mirror. Damn, she looked hot. Like someone would burn their finger if they touched her. She felt confident and ready for the night.

As she descended the stairs her eyes meet the sight of Lorenzo waiting for her. He had a matching dark pinstripe suit, with a black silk shirt underneath. No tie, just unbuttoned at the top. A gold chain around his neck. He looked like a dream. His gold tooth glisend in the light as his grin grew when he saw her. She took gentle steps. Carefully not to slip. Her knees felt weak seeing him watching her like that. Hungey eyes observing her. She felt a tingle in her body. The mood in the room shifted. Anticipation filled the air.

*whistle* "You look burning hot sugar."

Y/n blushed bright red and looked away. Flustered at the comment. She would probably never get used to this kind of attention. Looking back at him she answered him with a shy voice.

"So do you."

He walked towards her with his hands gesturing out towards her.

"Ain't I a lucky fella? Having this piece of candy by my side."

As if she thought she couldn't blush more. He certainly made it possible. His words worked like magic on her.

"You ready babydoll?"

He offered his arm to her.

"Yeah."

She answered, trying to sound as confident as she could. She put her arm around his as they walked out to the car. Antonio was driving. Valentino joined them as an extra bodyguard for the evening. Dominic stayed at home to watch over the mansion while they were away. Lorenzo kept his hands mostly to himself during the ride to the club. How he managed to have the discipline, when is little lady looked so delicious, nobody will ever know.

Once they arrived at the club everyone would move out of their way for them. Y/n felt like a celebrity. It was a weird feeling if she was honest. So many people staring. She held her head high and tried to look unbothered. Lorenzo couldn't have been prouder to show of his precious lady. They sat down in the centre booth on the main floor. Where they could view the whole club and the whole club could view them. Lorenzo guided Y/n to sit down.

"Stay here for a moment my dear. I have some business to attend. Valentino will stay here with you until I'm back."

Y/n smiled and nodded.

"Okay."

Lorenzo and Antonio walked of to meet a group of well dressed men. He showed them up to the VIP lounge. Y/n presumed they where the real reason they went to the club tonight. Not that she minded it to much. Valentino slumped down in the sofa across from where Y/n sat.

"So dollface, you like to party?"

He had a grin on his face. His arms where resting along the back of the sofa. He lifted one of his brows to express his question more.

"Well, I haven't really been partying so much to be honest. My first time going to a club was when I met Lorenzo actually."

Y/n blushed a little. She rubbed her arm and looked at Valentino. He had a slightly surprised look on his face. Then he started laughing.

"You hit the jackpot on the first try the then. Hell, your virgin trip to a club can't be topped by anyone else I can say that much."

Y/n didn't really know what to say except giggling at Valentino's statements. He was kinda right. She would have never imagined this being the outcome of her first outing. A few minutes goes by while they talked about parties and clubbing amongst others things. Valentino straightens up has Lorenzo approaches. He sits down in the middle so he has the view of the club in his front, Y/n to his left and Valentino to his right.

"Val, get us some drinks to start of this night won't you?"

Without hesitation Valentino gets up and heads to the bar. It doesn't take long before he is back with a vide variety of drinks. Y/n was amazed. She wasn't shocked since she knew Lorenzo owned the place, but it was still amazing to her. Lorenzo pulled her close to himself holding his arm around her and laying his hand on her thigh.

"You can pick anything you want princess."

She looked up at him with big doe eyes. Like she was asking him, really? He gestured his other hand towards the low table. Looking at all the drinks her eyes landed on one in particular. It was a bright pink drink in this beautiful glas with a strawberry stuck to the edge. She reached out for it and picked it up. The first taste felt like a strawberry dream. Like nothing she had ever tasted before. It went down so smooth and easy. They spent some time just drinking, talking and enjoying each other. Valentino stood just outside the booth so unwanted people wouldn't interfere with them.

As the night went on Y/n got a bit buzzed. Not drunk but enough to feel less tense. She felt brave enough to put a hand on Lorenzo's thigh and ever so slightly move it up a bit. She smirked oh so innocently at him.

"You're playing a dangerous game baby."

He smirked back at her. He leaned in closer to her. Within reach to kiss her but stopping just to tease her. He wouldn't mind unfolding her on the spot, but he was entertained by her little game. She leaned closer to him. Her mouth slightly opening like right before a kiss. The tension between them building. The heat rising. The air felt hotter. But instead of a kiss she started talking.

"I really feel like dancing."

Y/n gracefully stod up and walked out to the dance floor. She started to move with the rhythm. Dancing sensually and giving Lorenzo looks. He sighed as he sat back. She kept surprising him. He kept watching her every move. Every sway of the hip. Every place her hands caressed. He enjoyed every second. Even the hungry looks others gave her. She was like a forbidden fruit on the floor. The night was going smooth. That was until some creep snuck up on Y/n and started touching her. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed her. A fire was lit in Lorenzo's eyes. He saw how uncomfortable Y/n got. How she struggled. Enough was enough. Lorenzo stood up and made his way across the floor. Not in a hurry but with intent. Anger was visible on his face. Terrifyingly calm and concentrated anger. Lorenzo didn't really mind guys looking or even flirting with is girl. He was secure enough for that. But when it came to uncomfortable and forced touching a fuse lit inside him. Pure rage formed. People moved put of their way and a big circle form around the three people. Lorenzo tapped the guys shoulder to get him to turn around. The guy responded in a rude tone. He didn't even see to have noticed the crowd moving away.

"Buzz of dude, she's mine!"

As he turned to look around at who tapped his shoulder you could see his face become paler. Lorenzo grinned and spoke in a controlled manner.

"Hands of loverboy. I don’t think she appreciates your attention."

The man immediately let go of Y/n and backed off. His eyes lost hope. He started walking backwards as Lorenzo got closer.

"I think you and me are gonna have a talk, man to man."

Lorenzo gestured to Valentino to take care of Y/n for a minute. Y/n ran into Valentino's arms for comfort and they went over to the booth again. Lorenzo grabbed the guy by the neck and dragged him off into the back. The crowd soon went back to normal after they had disappeared. It was rare but not unexpectedthat Lorenzodeslt with ungrateful creepsin his club. Y/n felt so uneasy but Valentino helped her in his own way. They talked it out a bit while Lorenzo was gone.

In the back of the club Lorenzo held the guy by his neck. He could barely contain his anger. He almost lost control, but remembered he didn't want the police creeping around his club more than necessary. He let the guy run in the end after a traumatic lesson in consent and a lifetime ban from the club. He brushed of and fixed his attire before he headed back.

When he got back he went straight over to his little flower. Checking to see if she was hurt or bruised. He wanted to hesr what she had to say about the whole situation. He knew most of it already because of Valentino, but he felt that she could need the moment to process and talk about it. After she had gotten her time to speak Lorenzo gave her a serious look.

"That maggot will never be in your or any other girls vicinity ever again."

Y/n hugged Lorenzo tightly. He put his arms around her and stroked her back. Any other regular guest knew better than to start shit in Lorenzo's club. Everyone knew he took it seriously. He had made this place for people to enjoy themselves, not to take advantage of others. Everyone knew not to mess around, and especially not with Lorenzo's girl.

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beetlesstuff · 29 days

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OH MY GOD given the theme of my account I am so SHOCKED I DIDNT TELL YALL

Guess who’s seeing beetlejuice LIVE tonight

#beetlejuice #beetlesstuff #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x you #beej #beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice fluff #keatlejuice x reader #writing

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phantomstatistician · 1 year

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Fandom: Beetlejuice

Sample Size: 1,531 stories

Source: AO3

#fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #ghosts #beetlejuice has mood ring hair #families of choice #post-canon #dead people #smut #humor #beetlejuice #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician

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beetlebabe · 1 year

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Coloring Page Commission

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice cartoon #valentine #beetlejuice the animated series #this interaction is canon in the coloring books so....#beetlebabes #beetlelyds #fluff #lydia deetz #Suzy's Queue

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musical-shit-show · 2 years

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The “i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.” Prompt screams musical juice to me, maybe something like a mutual confession?

call my bluff, call you “babe”

Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #6 (i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.”) from Prompt List #1 requested by @nak3d-snak3

Warnings: anxiety, cursing, reader and bj are both dumbasses, mutual pining, light fluff

Word Count: 2,175

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request! Apologies for the delay on this, I had about a thousand words written for a different concept but scrapped it and started from scratch. As always, check out my masterlist, about me page, prompt lists, or submit an ask!

“Oh my god, you are beyond obvious.”

“What are you even talking about, Lyds? Can’t a dead guy check himself out in the mirror every once in a while?”

The teen crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow.

“You can’t fool me, you know. I know you’re into the neighbor.” Beetlejuice scoffed at his reflection, picking worriedly at a particularly unruly patch of moss that was growing on his right temple. Lydia noticed his expression and narrowed her eyes. “And since when do you care about how you look?”

“Since always,” he deadpanned, “Haven’t you ever wondered why I wear this snazzy suit? Really makes ‘em go crazy.”

If there was one thing Beetlejuice was good at, it was using humor as a deflection tool. That, and scaring the shit out of breathers.

He didn’t scare you, though. He never did.

In fact, the first time you two met, the first time he tried to scare you, you laughed. In his face. In front of Lydia, who also burst out laughing as soon as you cracked a smile.

Even he could admit that your first encounter bruised his ego a bit, but as soon as you introduced yourself and he was able to sneak a few sideways glances, he knew he hadn’t met a breather quite like you before. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eyes.

It didn’t take long for the demon to fall, and fall hard. And that scared the shit out of him so much that he’d much rather pretend those feelings didn’t exist.

Sure, he was good a for laugh and a flirt whenever you made your way over to the house to visit, but he knew someone like you would never actually be with someone like him.

For fuck’s sake, he was a dead guy! A dead guy with an acknowledged sketchy past and impressive kill count. But you? You were kind, and funny without being mean, and you seemed to always know when Lydia was down and the exact remedy, which was usually whatever recipe you decided to test out that week.

And there you were, walking down the road with your plate of slightly burned snickerdoodles, ready for another night of “babysitting” Lydia. More accurately, you were giving peace of mind to Charles, who was out of town with Delia and still didn’t love the idea of his daughter alone in the house with a mischievous demon.

Plus, you didn’t mind. You had quickly bonded with Lydia, and even caught glimpses of your younger self in her from time to time. You even grew fond of Beetlejuice, much to your surprise.

He made you double over with laughter, demonstrated some of his powers while Lydia teased him about being a show off, and told you all about the Netherworld, never sparing an unsavory detail.

And before you knew it, your attraction to him hit you like a ton of bricks.

Sure, you had questionable taste in men before, but this was something else entirely. And yes, he flirted with you almost constantly, but you distinctly remember Lydia telling you that he was, quote “basically horny for everyone” so you tried to not ascribe any meaning to it.

Which only led to you keeping your feelings as close to your chest as you could.

Of course, this unresolved tension drove Lydia up the wall. It was clear to her that you two liked each other, but you were either both too stubborn or scared or outright oblivious to do anything about it.

As she stared at the demon, who was still fixated on making himself as presentable as possible, the doorbell rang. Beetlejuice’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, the tips of his hair growing a sickly yellow color.

“If I were you, Beej, I’d try to get that under control,” Lydia remarked, pointing to his hair, “You’re my best friend, but I actually like our neighbor, so don’t—”

“What, scare her off?” he scoffed, “Lyds, it didn’t work the first time, I doubt she’s gonna be put off by a little color changing. She doesn’t know what it means, anyways.” He said that last bit under his breath, folding his arms over the frayed lapels of his jacket. Though you picked up on when his usually bright green coif turned an angry red or melancholic purple, Beetlejuice hadn’t given you a full lesson in Stupid Demon Mood Ring Hair 101.

Lydia rolled her eyes and trampled down the stairs, greeting you with a smile. You said hello to Beetlejuice, who grunted a small “how goes it” before planting himself on the carpet in front of the TV. The plate of cookies you brought over was sitting on the coffee table, and you were reading a book while Lydia finished up a school art project in the kitchen.

You peered over the pages of the weathered novel to see Beetlejuice staring up at you, eyes as wide as saucers. You quirked an eyebrow at him, “Do you want to sit up here, Beej?”

As if coming out of a trance, he blinked a few times before chuckling nervously, “Only if you’re okay with me taking up some of your real estate, toots.”

“Yeah, of course,” you smirked, patting the spot right next to you, “I don’t mind.”

How you were playing it this cool, you had no idea. Sure, the two of you had exchanged a light touch here and there, but your heartbeat quickened as soon as he tested the waters by laying his head against your thigh.

You impulsively wondered how dirty his hair must’ve been, given the state of his suit. Would a demon who didn’t bother washing his clothing even think of shampooing? You shuddered slightly, but from the looks of it, his hair looked strangely well kept, albeit wild and almost having a mind of its own.

Absentmindedly, you started twirling your fingers through the strands, doing your best to act enthralled in the book you were clutching in your free hand. Much to your surprise, his hair was soft and fluffy.

Within seconds, you felt a small vibration coming from his throat. The motherfucker was purring. Actually purring. “Oh my god,” you squeal, unable to contain yourself, “you’re like a cat. That is adorable.”

Beetlejuice could’ve died a third time hearing you call him adorable. A light pink hue crept its way through his scalp.

You quirked an eyebrow, “What does pink mean?”

“Hmm?” Beetlejuice pretended like he didn’t hear you.

“The pink. In your hair.” your mouth twitched upward, examining the demon’s startled expression, “I’ve never seen your hair change color like that before. Does it mean something, or…?”

He sat up immediately, making eye contact with Lydia, who just shot him a look from the kitchen table. A look that said ‘Figure out what you’re going to say, you big, stripey idiot!’.

“Oh, uh,” he muttered, “Well—”

“I’ll be right back,” Lydia blurted, “Gotta, um, get something from my room.” As she clomped up the stairs, she couldn’t help but relish in the fact that you had managed to render Beetlejuice nearly catatonic.

“Oh, okay!” you said cheerily, setting your book down entirely and throwing your legs onto the couch. You furrowed your brow for a moment, and then turned your eye towards the demon, who sported a nervous look, the pink in his hair replaced with his usual lime green with the smallest tinge of yellow.

“What’s wrong, toots?” he attempted to come off nonchalant, “I thought we were having a great time complimenting me.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh nothing, I was just…thinking.” You decided not to press him on the shade of his coif; you mind was starting to wander, wander towards a time only a few short months prior.

Life was so different then. Before picked up everything, moved to a new town, and leased a small cottage that was right down the road from the house you now sat in. Before you met Lydia and her parents, Charles and Delia. Before Lydia let it slip that her house was haunted and you met Adam and Barbara.

Before Beetlejuice tried to scare you. Tried being the operative word. You were never afraid of him; in fact, you thought he was fascinating at first. But as you got to know him, you could see the sweetness under the rough exterior.

“I just…you’re not at all what I expected. When I first met you, I mean.”

He grinned widely, a giddy glint in his amber eyes, “Oh, babes, I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises.”

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, feeling at ease around him despite your heart squeezing in your chest. You knew Beetlejuice frequently traveled to and from the Netherworld, and you were sure he had someone on the other side.

Someone far better suited for him than you could ever be.

You tried to shake that nagging feeling from the back of your mind. Despite the fact that it wouldn’t work out between the two of you, a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right? Still, you weren’t great at masking your emotions, and you tried your best to turn your attention elsewhere.

“Uh, so, any ideas on entertaining Lydia? A movie is always a solid choice, or we could play a board game—”

“What’s up with you?” he asked, curious with a twinge of sadness in his voice, “I thought we were doing the whole flirting thing pretty well, what happened?”

Shit. When did he become so perceptive?

“Oh, I—”

“Was it something I said?” Beetlejuice felt a rush of anxiety, trying his best to fight off that familiar feeling of abandonment from rearing its ugly head.

You couldn’t take it anymore. If you didn’t say anything at that moment, your equally debilitating insecurity would never tell him the truth.

“No, Beej it’s not that,” you said finally, picking at your nailbeds, “I just…I like you, okay? Actually like you. Way more than I was expecting, as a matter of fact. And I know that we just flirt and it’s great and fun and you probably have like, a super-hot demon girlfriend you go visit in the Netherworld or something but…I like you, and I just had to get that off my chest, okay?”

The demon was, for once, speechless.

“Please say something,” you begged, hushing your voice, “At least before Lydia comes back downstairs.”

Beetlejuice couldn’t help but simper at your uneasy state, “First off, I’m flattered you think I have a super-hot demon girlfriend,” he joked, cutting the awkwardness in the air, “But I don’t. I don’t really, uh, do that shit in the Netherworld anymore. Not since I met you.”

“What?”

“Sugar, I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met. I thought it was you who wouldn’t want me on account of, well, this.” He gestured to his general form, smiling in a very self-deprecating way. “That’s what pink means, that I have the hots for ya.” He pointed back up at his hair, which was now almost completely changed to that same light pinkish color as before.

You shook your head incredulously, feeling like a complete idiot for not catching on sooner. You couldn’t help but let a dumbstruck grin spread across your face, not believing that your confession would actually be reciprocated.

“So, since we’re past the formalities,” he slid closer, putting his arm around you, “How’s about a little tonsil hockey before the kid comes back?”

“The kid can hear you by the way!” Lydia called from the top of the steps, “And no one says ‘tonsil hockey’ anymore, old man.” Your face grew flush, but Beetlejuice just stuck out his tongue as Lydia made her way back down the steps.

The younger girl stood in front of you and Beetlejuice, who had already staked his claim and pulled you as close to him as humanly possible. “Look, I don’t care what you do, just don’t do it in front of me, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, holding back a giggle.

“Scout’s honor,” Beetlejuice chimed in, crossing his non-beating heart. He did manage to lean over and whisper in your ear, “We’ll just have to go to your place, huh babes?”

“Hmm, we’ll see,” you said coyly, “If you actually let Lydia pick the movie this time.”

“Ugh.”

“And not make a ruckus.”

“Ughhhh.”

“And actually let me pay attention to what’s on the screen for once.”

“Well, that might be hard to do. A little birdie told me you’re super into me.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ would you two stop flirting and help me pick something!” Lydia sounded as though she was ready to vomit from all the incessant teasing.

“Okay you’re right, you’re right,” you said, snuggling into the demon’s side just a bit more, “She’s gonna hate us, isn’t she?”

“Oh yeah,” he said with a smirk, “too bad we’re just getting started.”

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Thanks for reading, and thanks again to @nak3d-snak3 for the request!

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Okay, so hear me out. Beetlejuice. I know that it came out in 1988, but I feel that Eddie would just jump all over that movie.

it's short but sweet, I hope this was something like you pictured.

Also-- i don't know if he does in the movie, since it's been a minute since I've seen it, but in the animated series Beetlejuice calls Lydia "babes".

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“Come on babes, it’ll be great!” Eddie begs you.

“Eddie, seriously? They’re not even technically a couple!” You roll your eyes as you stare at the Beetlejuice and Lydia costumes.

Ever since the movie had come out, Eddie had been obsessed with it. Now he wanted you two to go to Steve’s Halloween Party in a ‘couple’ costume.

“Come on baby, I’ll make it worth your while,” he wraps his arms around you from behind, ticking your earlobe with his tongue.

“That’s playing dirty, Munson,”

“Only way I do it, babes,” he chuckled in his best “Beetlejuice” voice.

“Is this how you convinced Harrington to make it a ‘Beetlejuice’ themed party?” you smirked.

“Maybe,” he smirked back, playing along.

“What?!” Your eyes widened, not liking this game anymore.

“I’m kidding Y/N, chill,” he chuckled, pulling you into a kiss. “....I bet I could get him to dress as Lydia with me,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

“He’d probably look better in that red wedding dress anyway,” you teased, nodding at the costume in front of you.

“Probably,” he gave you a tongued smile, to which you promptly hit him.

“Shut up and get the costumes, BJ,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, making his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

“Thank you babes,” he grabbed the costumes off the rack and kissed you once more.

“You’ve made me the happiest demon alive,”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson drabble requests #anon ask #beetlejuice #sutterapple #suttermaple

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your-not-invisible-to-me · 2 years

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That Beautiful Sound (Matt Murdock x F!Nelson Reader)

A/N: This is what happens when Aaron listens to musicals at work and constantly thinks about Matt Murdock. Oh my good gosh this is the stupidest thing I've ever written Please send me requests!

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Nelson Reader

Summary:

You and Foggy go to see Beetlejuice: The Musical on Broadway, but neglect to tell Matt.

Word Count: 1,239

Warnings for Chapter: none

Matt knew better than anyone not to question it when it came to you and Foggy's relationship.

Twins, fraternal twins. Close as any brother and sister could be.

You finished each other’s sentences, had a myriad of inside jokes and were always there for each other. If anything, he admired it.

But he was also intimidated.

Cause he quickly found himself falling for his best friend’s sister, and he didn’t want to stop.

It was weird for a while, sneaking around. It didn’t take long for the two of you to start a relationship. After years of friendship, it felt as natural as breathing air. Late nights in his apartment when he’d sneak you in. The brushes of fingertips when you’d visit your brother at the Nelson & Murdock office.

He wasn’t used to this feeling, but if this was what true happiness felt like, he wanted everything and more.

When Foggy did find out, sure it became weird. The time it took to slowly bring your hidden behavior to the light was strange. He didn’t want to be the thing that drove a wedge between such a strong family.

But in the end, it was all alright. Foggy approved. You were amazing. Matt? He was happy. There was nothing to worry about.

Or so he thought.

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Something you and Foggy had done since you were children was pick a day out of the month to just hang out with each other. While their mom had deemed it “sibling dates” - much to Matt’s amusement - he knew it was important to the two of you to make sure that you’d always be close.

Again, Matt didn’t question it. Where you guys went or what you did, he didn’t give too much thought. All he knew was you’d come home (usually tipsy) with a smile on your face and laughter that would paint his mind like sunshine.

Matt was running late into the office one morning. You had left earlier for your own job in an office, but you always made it a habit to drop by here and there throughout the day when you could. So when he heard your voice from down the block, he immediately found himself with a smile.

“The sound of a scream, is music to me. A sound that says fifteen years full-time therapy.”

The sound made him stop straight in his tracks. He loved it when you sang. Whether it was under your breath when you were making food or in the shower, your voice brought a smile to his face.

Now, he was just confused.

“Trauma and fear, it sings in my ear!”

Foggy’s voice flew through the air. He tilted his head to try and listen closer, he wasn’t hearing this right… was he?

Before he knew it, he found himself up the stairs of the office and swinging the door open. It only took him a moment to realize Foggy was sitting at his desk while you were at his, your feet up on the table.

As if nothing ever happened.

“Hi, sweetheart!” He followed your footsteps as they came towards him. He kissed you hello, just like he always did. But he was still frozen.

“You all right, Matty?” you asked, pressing your hand against his chest.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

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A few days later, Matt found himself in the same position.

The three of you were having dinner at Foggy’s that night. While he had decided to stay later at the office so he could be free that weekend, you and Foggy had gone ahead.

He was turning the block to Foggy’s building when he heard it again.

“Marrying my own creepy old guy!”

There it was, your singing again.

“My creepy old guy, my creepy old guy. I’m so happy I could cry.”

Before he knew it, he was going as fast as he could to get to the door of the building. (If it hadn’t been for the hotdog vendor on the corner, he’d have thrown his walking stick and bolted). He wasn’t even sure why he was so stressed out from this. He could hear the beat of your heart, steady and sharp. You were happy.

Now it was Foggy’s turn again.

“Have you guys seen ‘Lolita’? This is just like that, but fine!”

Just like that, but fine? Underage relationships? What was Foggy on? He knew better than this behavior. Something had to be wrong.

He burst through the door and up the stairs to Foggy’s place, letting himself in without a moment to spare. You and Foggy froze in mid-spot, arms up as if you had been dancing in the living room.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” he asked, the words coming out of him as he tried to catch his breath.

You and Foggy looked at each other, he could feel the confusion radiating off the two of you.

“Waiting for you?” asked Foggy. “We didn’t want to order the food before you got here. Chinese or Indian?”

His breath was still heavy as he tried to calm down. Why were you guys being so normal? Why were you pretending he hadn’t just heard what he did?

“Matty? What’s wrong babe?” You stepped toward him for a hug, but he quickly stepped back.

“Matt, what the hell man?” asked Foggy.

“Matty?”

“Look, I know that the two of you are close, but we need to talk.”

“About what?” you asked.

“The songs I keep hearing you guys sing?”

“Matt, what the hell are you talking about?”

“The songs! I get close to the building and hear it! ‘Creepy old guy, marrying my creepy old guy?’ ‘Lolita, but fine’? What the hell, guys?! This is wrong!”

You and Foggy glanced at each other as the heavy silence set in.

And then you both burst out laughing.

Matt stood there confused. Now he really didn’t know what to think.

“What the hell, guys?”

You and Foggy couldn’t stop laughing. Foggy was bent over the back of his couch, tears running down his face. You weren’t much better, having to use the kitchen table to hold yourself up.

“Matty, oh my god.” You could barely get the words out between laughs.

“It’s Beetlejuice!” said Foggy. He was standing himself back up, trying to catch his breath.

“What?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” You stepped towards him again, this time placing both of your hands on his cheeks. “You’re the sweetest man alive, you know that?”

“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” asked Matt.

“Matty, you know how me and Fogs like to go and spend a day with each other like once a month?” you asked.

“Yeah…”

“Well, we went to go see a Broadway show a few weeks ago.” You said.

“We went to go see Beetlejuice,” said Foggy. “Beetlejuice the musical. We’ve been singing songs from THAT, Matt!”

“Did you really think we were doing something bad or weird?” you asked.

“I didn’t know what to think! All I heard were the words!” said Matt. He was embarrassed now. He could feel the flush in his cheeks and knew that they were turning bright red.

You leaned over to kiss him. He relaxed a bit, opening himself up to you as you passed your tongue across his lips. You broke the kiss before speaking again.

“Come on, Matty. We’ll play you the album over dinner. Now, answer the question. Chinese or Indian?”

“Chinese.”

A/N: I tried proofreading as best as I could, please feel free to point out if I missed something. Requests are open so please send one in if you'd like!

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