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[thegoosewiththemost]

Slice of Life with BJ

For @nak3d-snak3 , I finally finished off your prompt!

Hey how you doing? Could i have a day in the life hc's with bj and his s/o? Like whats a common day for them? I have other ideas for requests but don't want to be to demanding. Cheers!

- you cannot drag this man out of bed to save your life if he doesn’t want out. Beetlejuice sleeps like a sack of bricks that have been haphazardly thrown across your mattress and if he’s somehow lain on top of you, good luck getting out of there.

- cuddle time in the mornings is a regular occurrence and most days you set the alarm half an hour earlier to make time for that daily morning debrief, allowing yourself that buffer time to wake up slowly and enjoy each other’s company.

- sometimes when it’s cold you find the excuse to drag the entire blanket with you both to the kitchen

- you work together like a well oiled machine in the mornings. After much dedication, determination and false fire alarms being set off, Beetlejuice turns out to be a surprisingly capable cook. Typically he’s the one who will make breakfast if it’s more complicated than cereal and milk. You’re in charge of making the beverages and doing the dishes afterwards.

- the bathroom is your private space away from each other and the one boundary that you insist on keeping with Beetlejuice. Despite the progression in your relationship with each other, he is as clingy as ever and though he is less insecure about himself, he still struggles with the fear of losing you and so he compensates for this with constant touches whether it’s from his feet seeking your legs under the blankets when you sleep to a protective arm around you when you’re out together.

- takes the initiative to order for you when you’re going out for coffee because he knows exactly what you want.

- while his possessiveness of you had lightened up significantly after knowing how you felt about him and after much reinforcement of the fact that you weren’t leaving him high and dry, he still occasionally feels threatened by people who he thinks are better than him.

- good luck to anyone who decides to hit on you, because they might just encounter a very spontaneous accident like a spilled drink or have their belongings swept away by a strong wind. He’s the first to defend you against any unwanted attention.

- some things don’t change, like his mischief and his sexual appetite, but for the most part, you can tell that he’s much more relaxed than he ever was before. More genuine and less of a parading conman because he has no need to hide anymore.

- he takes pleasure in the smaller things in life, like watching the lizards catch their prey or the sensation of being hugged and loved as he is without fear and pain.

- when you’re home he’s joined to you at the hip, going where ever you go and leaning into your touch where he can.

- loves being held and sinking into you during movie nights. The combination of your familiar scent and the security he feels with your arms around him is what does it for him. He absolutely melts when you feed him snacks or massage his scalp and shoulders.

- chick flicks take pride of place alongside horror flicks and comedic movies in his preferred movie lineup.

- likes to become your personal cushion when you read your books aloud to him.

- he likes to partake in your daily rituals, maybe in an attempt to copy them but also out of intrigue and because he likes to imitate what he deems as normal for living people. You have a skincare routine picked out specifically for him and you go through the motions together every morning and night. You have too many pictures of Beetlejuice with a wet face mask on saved to your phone.

- kisses goodnight happen without question. He likes to sleep with his face in your neck or your hair and it takes a while to figure out the ideal sleeping position where he isn’t snoring, usually with careful repositioning on your part after he falls asleep.

#beetlejuice x reader #musicaljuice x reader #beetlejuice musical

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!!@swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat @obsessive-ego @eggjuicey @horrorchicxoxo

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#late but happy NY to you all!

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Procreant

For some reason, Beetlejuice has a singled-minded goal. One you wouldn't have imagined.

NSFW, Beetlejuice/f!reader

Enjoy!

Beetlejuice inhaled sharply as he walked into the room.

Whatever. It didn’t faze you. Beetlejuice did random things all the time, so sucking in an exaggerated amount of air into non-working lungs barely registered on your radar. He plopped down heavily beside you on the couch, too close on purpose, just so you’d bounce and end up leaning against him.

“Babe. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you said, struggling and failing to win against broken down couch cushions. You gave up and just leaned into him, as he wanted.

The ghost--demon? He used both descriptors interchangeably and refused to define either one--narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” he replied, although his demeanor didn’t change.

“Seriously, Beej. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he repeated.

His expression shifted a little, brows knitted not in confusion but with a touch of a glare. Before you could ask him again to he tell you what, exactly, he was talking about and explain why he gave you such a dirty look, he pushed up and off the couch. Less than a step away and he was gone. You sat alone on the couch in an awkward position, perplexed.

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The next day Beetlejuice avoided you. Well, you weren’t sure he did it deliberately; before he’d grown attached to you he’d wander the place like a tom cat and occasionally, like a cat, slip through a crack and end up in a wall somewhere. He didn’t make an appearance to “help” while you made dinner. Typically, like last night, he joined you on the couch while you watched TV. Tonight, nada.

It was as bewildering tonight as it was twenty four hours ago. Since it had been a lazy day, you forwent your nightly shower before bed. Dropping your clothes, you reasoned you planned on washing the sheets the next day so they were dirty you wouldn’t make them any more dirty and even if you slept nude they wouldn’t make you any dirtier--

You interrupted your random train of thought with a yawn and were asleep before it got any more convoluted. 

When you opened your eyes again, in the sluggishness of being startled awake you had no idea what time it might be. It was still dark. Something had woken you up. You weren’t scared of monsters under the bed--having been around Beetlejuice desensitized you to lots of things--but a human intruder . . . that would be another beast entirely. Staying completely still, you strained your ears to listen for what might have disturbed you.

click-click-click-click

What the hell?

click-click-clickclickclickclick

You didn’t want to move, really, but turned your head to pinpoint the odd sound. Like a nightmare, a mass beside your bed on your bedroom floor shifted.

“Beetlejuice!” you hissed, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but knock it off!”

In your poor, dim-light vision, you could just make out that the mass folded inward a little. Not cowering, like it’d been caught, but more gathering itself like it was tensing for a leap. Its head lifted and you caught the faintest silver flash of eyes where there should be no reflection at all.

“Beetlejuice . . .” you repeated in warning.

clickclickclickclickclick

Before you could determine what specifically, other than him, was making that sound, Beetlejuice launched himself upward. He could be quite unnerving when he moved a little less than human. From all fours on the floor to pinning you down under your blankets, the movement had taken less time than a blink. He seemed to be shaking.

Struggling to give yourself some wiggle room, you sighed. “What the hell, Beej? What are you doing--”

He brought one hand to his face and breathed inward. The light clicking sound filled he air again. By this time your vision had adjusted enough that you could see better, even if it was in shades of grey. In his hand Beetlejuice had your discarded panties, the ones you’d dropped before crawling into bed. While you watched, he pressed them to his face and inhaled again. You could barely make out his expression, but now you could determine his jaw chattered, meaning his teeth made the unusual noise you heard. 

You repeated, “What are you doing--”

“No, what are you doing?!” he interrupted wildly.

Startled, you didn’t know what to reply.

Without no one reaching over to it, the light on your bedside table flicked on. Blinking to adapt your eyes to the sudden light, you watched Beetlejuice not only smell your panties again but lick them this time. His eyes rolled upward, something you’d seen him do during sex, and once more the clicking of his teeth filled the room.

“Beej,” you said quietly, “you’re worrying me . . .”

His eyes refocused and dropped to you. “Did you know? Did you do it on purpose? Was this a test?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about--”

“This!” he interrupted, waving your underwear towards you. The fabric was darker in the crotch; it became obvious he’d either licked them or sucked them prior to you seeing him do it. His normally dirt-choked voice ratcheted higher. “It was, wasn’t it! You didn’t take a shower, you left these right there so I would find them! Right?! You didn’t have to tease, baby, you just had to ask--I’m, I’m . . . fuck, I’m so ready--”

Managing to extract your arms from under the blankets, you reached upward towards him. You weren’t sure it was to protect yourself or to soothe him; the moment he saw your hands, however, Beetlejuice dropped his head into them.

“Baby, baby--please! This is so good, I need to make sure, okay? Okay? Let me--”

You had no idea what the hell he was talking about, or what you needed to “let him” do. His eagerness, his obvious delight was concerning but also, to be honest, a little infectious. Even at his most feral he’d never done anything to hurt you. You stroked the sides of his head.

“Okay . . . ?” you agreed tentatively.

His eyes lit up. He discarded your panties but not to the floor--you saw him shove them into his jacket’s pocket. Dropping his full weight down onto you, almost knocking the air out of you in an “oof!”, Beetlejuice kissed your open mouth but didn’t linger. His lips, slick with spit, slid over yours and immediately he began nosing both loudly and wetly over your cheek and down your neck. Somehow--you weren’t quite sure of the physics of it--he stripped away the blankets between the two of you while still atop you.

He began scooting down your body, eagerly snuffling at you. He made a pit stop at, well, your left armpit. That tickled. You spasmed as you laughed and couldn’t help but try to push him off; he was too solid to move. Inhaling deeply he licked under your arm, just as he’d done to your panties.Your laughter turned to shrieks and even more effort to make him stop.

With that reaction he finally continued downward.

Surprisingly, he didn’t pay much attention to your tits or nipples. Just a quick lick in passing. Just enough to make them tighten and you to start to arch your back in anticipation for more, but he moved on. You thought he left a trail of kisses where he’d been, but picking your head up to watch as he made his way to the junction of your legs, you realized it was just spit. Drool dripped unheeded from mouth, and occasionally he shoved his nose right a particularly thick smear of it. You couldn’t be completely sure, but you thought his jaw continued to chatter a little too.

When he finally settled between your thighs, his shoulders spreading them open before him, you reached down and slipped your fingers into the hair at his temple. Beetlejuice glanced up at you with a glazed look: his eyes and mouth open, another string of spit hanging from his lower lip. His face was comically expressive but you couldn’t pin a name on the way he looked up at you right this moment. 

Groaning, he dropped his mouth to your pussy.

The instant rush of sensations--the chill of his mouth, the soft prickle of his beard,the laving of his tongue through your folds like he was licking a plate clean--ignited your nerve-endings. One hand immediately went to his rats’ nest hair, taking a healthy grip of it, and when he found your clit and sucked it between his lips you almost jack-knifed in half as you cried out. Beetlejuice went hard at you. He’d always been eager and willing to eat you out like your pussy was his last meal, but this time it included rubbing his chin against you till you forced him to stop because it made your clit overly stimulated. It included snuffling and jamming his nose into your cunt, which  you’d have made a joke about that appendage simply not being good enough if you weren’t overwhelmed. It included the same thick, sloppy spit he’d plastered over your skin as he licked and sucked at you. What it did not include, surprisingly, were his fingers questing inside for your g-spot. That was okay, because in the shortest time ever from being awoken by a weird noise to Beetlejuice being weird to him shoving his entire face in your pussy, you involuntarily pulled at his hair and your thighs snapped shut around his head as you came. Your orgasm tackled you so quickly you couldn’t even cry out; all that managed to get passed your lips was a wheezy little whine. Every muscle tensed as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you before leaving you shaky and out of breath. You relaxed in spasming jerks, and if he hadn’t already been a ghost-demon you’d have definitely suffocated him. Death by pussy. He’d like that. When you finally managed to open your trembling legs again, Beetlejuice didn’t look up at you full of himself, all gleeful and gloating. In the soft light of your bedside lamp, the lower half of his face glistened from the smeared combination of your wet and his own saliva. His eyes remained dark and nowhere was the impish smile of a job done better than any breathing lover. He still looked ravenous. Like he’d only just whet his appetite. Only sharpened a hunger. He dropped his face back to your pussy and inhaled deeply once more. His eyes never left yours this time, watching for your reaction. Still trying to catch your breath, you were only able to give him a shaky smile. In another inhuman movement, Beetlejuice launched himself back up your body. The rough fabric of his suit didn’t chafe you; in fact, it disappeared completely, leaving him nude atop you. Laying on you heavily hip bones pressed uncomfortably into you, between them his erection pressed into the softness of your belly. His face inches from yours, the musky aroma of yourself washed over you. He licked his lips.

“Babe . . .” he groaned, his voice so deep it sounded like it’d been dug out from six feet under, “babe . . . I’m gonna fuck you so hard--I have to fuck you so hard--I’m gonna fill you up, you’re gonna be, you n' me, then you're gonna be . . .”

He dropped his face to your neck and went back to nuzzling you, complete with smelling your skin. You had to clear your throat before replying. The aroused wetness in your pussy must have dried you out everywhere else. “Going to be what, Beej?” Beetlejuice picked up his head again. Lips glossy from drool, the amber in his eyes eclipsed by pupils blown so wide his eyes were nothing but black pools, he swallowed before answering. “Gonna be knocked up. I’m gonna--it’s time now, baby, I can smell it. You’re ready, I’m ready--” His palatable desire and sincere desperation was the only thing holding back the laugh that threatened to spill from you. You couldn’t get pregnant by him! He was a ghost-demon-unalive-creature, and you were . . . the opposite of all those things. It could be a fun little fantasy, sure. You didn’t deny you were turned on and heat filled you at hearing him announce what he planned on doing to you. Damn biology. Damn hormones. 

Of course, the two of you had fucked like rabbits for a while now with no baby as a result. So whatever this new thing driving him was, you could go along with it. “--I’m gonna put a baby in you, all my come, all my jizz, I’m gonna--” he’d continued babbling. “Beej . . .?” “--fill you my come--huh? What, baby?”

You looked him straight in the eye. “You have to stick it in me to make that happen.”

He gaped like a fish for a second, processing the order before a wicked grin lifted the corners of his mouth. Broken out of his prattle, he whispered in a completely different, much more serious tone, “I didn’t finger you, baby, because I wanted to feel my cock to open you up.” That sent another bolt of arousal through you and you could only nod. Beetlejuice sat back on his knees. You spread your legs and lifted them, reaching between them for him. He dragged fingers through your folds one last time, sucked the taste of you off them as a group, then dropped his hand to his cock to give it a quick twist to wet it. Holding it at the base, he watched himself line up before letting gravity pull him back towards you. His cock opened you up all right. In a swift push he was flush inside you, pubic bone to pubic bone. You both cried out at the pleasurable friction and time stopped for a moment. Only a moment, however; before the nerve-endings stopped firing, Beetlejuice pushed both your legs further upward, to his shoulders, and pounded into you with ball slapping thrusts. An explosive grunt escaped him each time he bottomed out, and a thin whine accompanied when he pulled out. You grabbed at the headboard to steady yourself and prevent him from scooting you to the top of the bed. The two of you had had quick, heavy sex before; this was all that, on coke. You cried out too, matching his pitch. If he’d only given you another thrust or two, you’d have orgasmed again. As it were, however, Beetlejuice stopped abruptly and pulled out. “It’s not enough. Turn over,” he ordered. A new string of drool hung from his chin. He slapped the back of your thigh in an effort to hurry you along. You tried, but dazed from the cessation of pleasure he’d been building in you it took a moment to organize your limbs. It wasn’t fast enough for him. His cock glistening and bobbing in front of him, Beetlejuice grabbed your hips and bodily flipped you to your stomach. You’d have gotten onto your hands and knees if he’d given you half a second, but this modified doggy position seemed good enough for him. Squeezing in between your thighs, he pushed forward to once again slot his cock into the heat of your pussy. A different position, different but just as sweet pleasure. You clutched the sheets below you and continued to cry out with each thrust. Above you, Beetlejuice interspersed his groans with words, “baby, pregnant, fill you” and even once you thought you heard, “my mate, mine.” He’d always been possessive, but such covetous words spoken aloud . . . it may not be politically correct in this day and age, but in the heat of the moment it just felt right to be claimed and used. 

His thrusts shook your torso too, stimulating your nipples against the smooth fabric of the sheets below them. Your body couldn’t resist the growing euphoria. You came again, shouting your pleasure, your pussy clenching rhythmically even as he continued fucking you. Over your shoulder, he laughed. “That’s good baby, milk my cock, take all my come up in you--” Riding that high, you simply existed for a bit. You were sweaty, or was that more of his spit on your back? You didn’t know and it didn’t matter. In the next few moments, Beetlejuice’s rhythm faltered. He slammed into you, paused, then thrust again with the same intensity. The second time he couldn’t hold back any longer either, and howled as he came deep inside you. Usually his tepid come could be felt; this time your cunt was so well used and hot it seemed to simply absorb everything he gave you. After he shuddered through the aftereffects of his end, he collapsed on top of you. It was only then you realized you’d been drooling too, with your cheek now smashed into the bed. Bucking to get him off you, you groaned as his cock finally slipped out. “Lay on your back, baby,” Beetlejuice told you lazily. His release seemed to have sapped his feverish, single-minded breeding need out of him. You complied, but insisted on saying, “I’m only doing this because it’s more comfortable. Not because you told me to.” “Uh-huh,” he replied, barely lifting the arm he’d thrown over his eyes to look at you. “You want my baby, don’t deny it.” You rolled your eyes. “You want me to knock you up. You want me to fuck you till you’re pregnant. You want part of me growing in you.” If he hadn’t been acting so damn weird lately, you’d have turned that into a gross joke right back at him. As it were, however, you just let it go. You had been turned on by what he’d done to you tonight. Turning to your side so you could look at him, you scratched your fingernails down his chest. “What got into, Beej? I don’t understand.” Beetlejuice shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. You just smell . . . fertile. I couldn’t help but want to fuck you right now. Then. You know what I mean. In fact, if you wanna go again . . . the load might be a little smaller the second time, but I’ll still pump one into you . . .” “No, no, I’m good,” you assured him. You certainly didn’t feel fertile. Or any different than typical. Nothing that would explain him smelling a difference in you . . .

. . . except you were off your birth control pills. You’d stopped them a few weeks before because you’d been on antibiotics, and being on both was a waste of them because the other medication made them less effective anyway! Oh shit, you probably were more breedy at the moment! But that didn’t mean he could actually get you pregnant. Right? Right?!

You needed to worry about this. You needed to go and buy a pregnancy test--no, more like two or three, just to make sure!--and have horrendous spiraling anxious thoughts about the potential future-- --but Beetlejuice turned over too and wrapped you up in an embrace, snuggling close. He’d been sated. The brunt of whatever pheromone had affected him had eased. He wouldn’t understand your worry, since he thought everything was good in his world. And you were tired now too, since he’d woken you up before putting your body through a quick marathon of sex. You’d deal with everything tomorrow. “Turn out the light, Beej. And cover us up.” He complied immediately to both requests. Unbelievably, it was remarkably easy to settle into sleep with him holding you. 

fin

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[thegoosewiththemost]

Hey how you doing? Could i have a day in the life hc's with bj and his s/o? Like whats a common day for them? I have other ideas for requests but don't want to be to demanding. Cheers!

It’s been a hot minute definitely, I’ve been a bit busy with festive plans and travelling here and there. Hope you’re well too!

No worries, I’ve added it to the list! Feel free to send more asks in, I’ll get to them eventually

#requests

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Hi! To that person who sent that ask last month: I think you mean mortician and I remember that fic but I’m not sure how to find it.

I believe someone in the previous post commented, but please do share if you’d like!

[thegoosewiththemost]

Do you have any sfw fluff hc's for MusicalJuice? Maybe even light nsfw like kissing, making out, Beej being pretty handy with reader, etc?

I love your writing so much, I wish I was able to write and share my writing like you and others in this fandom!

Hello! I really appreciate that you like my writing, thank you so much! I've honestly never been one to really create and share content outside of little circles of friends, but this fandom has just been so incredible and full of so many amazing people that inspire me every day!

I've always believed that any writing is better than no writing, especially when it comes to fandom. Not all of us have the skill or capacity to be full-fledged fic writers, but that doesn't mean we can't share our little bullet lists and notes app drabbles! You and everyone else can absolutely share anything, and I guarantee that myself and many others will love it.

Now, onto the hc's! I'm gonna throw it under the cut since it's a longer read, and as always I'm using a gender neutral reader ♡

Fluff HC's For Musicaljuice:

Right off the bat, it needs to be said that this guy loves whenever you treat him like a living person. Whether this means serving him his own plate at dinner or offering him a blanket during movie night, he absolutely adores it. At first he thought it was just you forgetting that he wasn't actually alive, but after a while he realized it was just how you showed people you cared about them!

He refuses to admit it, but it took him a ridiculously long time to figure out why every meal or drink you made for him was so much better than anything he or anyone else made. You'd patiently walked him through the steps of making tea just the way he liked it multiple times, but no matter what he did it just didn't taste the same. He'd complained about it to you, and without hesitating you'd offered to always make it for him. That was the moment he realized he was in love with you.

Unfortunately for your kitchen, this revelation was immediately followed up with him making several attempts to return the favor by cooking for you. Attempt is the key word, because nothing he made was edible, he somehow caught your electric kettle on fire, and mysteriously all of your dishcloths have vanished into the ether. The final straw was him putting a metal bowl into your (now deceased) microwave, and electrocuting himself when he reached into the still-powered device to pull the bowl out through the closed door. Once he'd stopped throwing sparks, you'd carefully pulled him into a standing position while informing him that he was forever banned from using your kitchen ever again. Before he could get too upset, however, you'd placed a kiss on his scruffy cheek and thanked him for the effort. His hair didn't lose its pink hue for the rest of the evening.

SPEAKING OF PINK - this guy will start having pink pop up in his hair at the most seemingly random times, and this ratchets up to a 10 once y'all start dating. A simple touch or smile has pink settling into his patches of moss. A kiss or hug sends it up through his beard and into the roots of his hair. The most surefire way to get him to turn completely pink, though, is to use his name - you're the only person he lets call him Lawrence, and it gets an instant reaction every time you do. For so long he'd hated the way his name sounded in the mouths of others, mostly because the only person who ever used it was his mother. But when you say it, it's gentle, warming, like coming home. You don't say it often, preferring to use it only when the moment is right, but when you do it'll result in an immediate hug (and probably more).

Now his hugs? Simply the best. You could be having the shittiest day possible and one long hug from him makes it all better. He loves getting to hug you, no matter the circumstances, and if he can get away with it then he'll be hugging you whenever possible. He also has several preferred hugging methods, that way he can adapt to any situation. He loves to hug you from behind while you're cooking or working on the computer, especially if he can wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face against your neck. Bear hugs where his large frame seems to envelope you completely? He does them daily (oftentimes more than once). Side hugs where he pulls you close and wraps an arm around you are always fair game, especially if you're around others or just chilling on the couch. He loves having you close by and tucked against him, no matter what's going on - any excuse to pull you in for a hug, he'll take it.

Hopefully you don't mind sharing a bed with an octopus, because he'll do his best impression of one every. damn. night. Good luck getting up to use the bathroom at 3am, because this guy isn't gonna let you go easily. Sometimes a kiss to wake him up is enough, but other times you have to elbow him in the ribs or kick him in the shins to finally be released from his grip.

And oh man you better invest in some ear plugs - this guy snores like a freight train, only this freight train has a penchant for settling in right against your damn ear. When he first started sharing a bed with you (long before you guys were dating, completely uninvited) he was silent, hardly daring to breathe lest you decide to kick him out. Eventually, after you'd agreed to let him stay, he started actually sleeping at night. He doesn't really need to, and you suspect he does it because it feels more human, but he insists he gets the "best" dreams about you when he sleeps pressed up against you. You interpret this as sex dreams, especially since he would waggle his eyebrows and make honking noises when he said it, but what he actually had were more like daydreams about being with you and his family for the rest of time. Okay, and also sex dreams. He's a highly sexual being after all, and he does love an orgy.

Once you'd agreed to (read: "given up fighting him on") his sharing your bed, hands would absolutely wander if given half a chance. Whether this is an arm slung a little low around your waist or a leg sticking between your own just a little too much, he'll take what he can get. If you established a hard boundary, however, he was pretty good about not pushing it. As soon as you guys started seeing each other, however, all bets were off - any chance he got, he'd have a hand up your shirt or in between your thighs. He wasn't necessarily trying to start something every time, he just genuinely enjoyed being able to touch you in such an intimate way. It's also not his fault that breathers are warmest at their cores - if your crotch wasn't so damn toasty he wouldn't be putting his hands there! (<- he's lying, that's a lie, he totally would be)

Finally, the thing he's least likely to admit to is that he loves when you're holding him. He loves laying with his head on your lap, or with his back pressed to your front and your arms wrapped securely around his middle. He also loves when you hug him close and let him press his face into your throat - yes he usually has to contort himself to do it, but it feels so nice to simply be held and listen to your heartbeat while ignoring the rest of the world. On his worst days he can always go to you for comfort, and even if he won't necessarily ask you for it directly, it's the one thing he craves most.

#fandom pals #this is adorable #I’m in love EJ

[thegoosewiththemost]

(De)Flower

@batxmasisrjuice ,who is a delightful person all around and I wish we lived closer so we could hang out, made a generous donation to Mr Alex Brightman for the Arthritis Foundation's Jingle Bell Run. She gets a story! You could too if you want; you have today to make a donation! Dm me the receipt and I'll write one for you. It can be personalized, it can be any character, it can be private (like others have asked for), it can be whatever! Just support a good cause!

NSFW, Beetlejuice x f!reader, losin' that virginity!

The constant barrage of innuendos, suggestions, and cartoon noises like honking or that stupid “A-OOOOga” sound first made you embarrassed. Then they were annoying. Then, one time when he surprised you with a particularly well timed hip thrust at something innocuous, you laughed. Your laughter startled him, but he couldn’t help grinning like the cat that got the cream. The breakthrough laughter made all of Beetlejuice’s poor attempts at flirting and seduction much more bearable. You even started calling his cheesy one liners “bad pick up lines”, which of course only encouraged him. By the time you felt comfortable enough with all of it to shoot back a “that’s what she said” after he said something completely normal, the two of you fell over each other laughing at the stupidity of it all. 

Then one night while you were simultaneously watching TV and your phone, the specter wandered in from the kitchen--you didn’t have the energy to wonder what he was doing in there--and out of the blue he said, “Hey babe. My crotch has been feeling extra dead lately. Wanna do some mouth to mouth on it?” “Okay. Sure.” Your response surprised him. You too, honestly, because you actually weren’t kidding.

“Ha ha,” Beetlejuice said, literally enunciating the fake laughter. “You got me.”

“No,” you replied, because for the first time the idea didn’t disgust you but actually aroused you a little, “I’m not.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. “Ha ha,” Beetlejuice repeated, although this time it was strained. You cocked an eyebrow at him, a smile beginning to lift the corners of your lips. “Ha ha.” Now the two syllables had a touch of hysteria in them. “Beetlejuice,” you said, shifting on the couch to make room for him and to squeeze your thighs together, “come here. Sit down with me.” “Oh. Uh . . . geeze. I don’t know, babe, I, uh, got a . . . cake in the oven? A-and--” he stuttered, looking over his shoulder like looking for an escape route. 

“You do have some cake. I think I’d like a bite.” Pointedly you dropped your gaze to his middle, even if his ass wasn’t in view at this particular moment. 

Beetlejuice stared blankly at you for a moment, before a grin crept over his face. It wasn’t hungry or smug. In fact, you’d call it almost shy. The unexpectedness of him looking a little soft made your arousal flare a little; you patted the cushion beside you in invitation again. This time he walked forward as if his knees were locked, almost stumbling a little. “Bet your legs aren’t the only thing that’s stiff,” you said, and this time he couldn’t even choke out his ridiculous laugh. Finally standing in front of you, you reached up and fiddled with the row of buttons under his tie while you looked up at him. His chest rose and fell exactly as if he could breathe, like he was turned on too. His tongue, startling pink against the pallor of his lips, ran over them before disappearing again as he stared at your hands. A thought you’d only entertained to yourself, deep in the night, broke through the surface of your mind: “Would his mouth taste of wormwood?”

Without warning, you stood up. He didn’t step back to give you room, so you pressed solidly against the front of him. Your fingers slipped through the placket of his shirt and lightly rested against his skin. Now face to face, lips inches apart, you had the overwhelming urge to lick your own lips. “Babe, h-hey now--” He stuttered out your name. It was rare he used it, and that only made you want him more. “Yes?” you purred as you tilted your head for a better angle. “I, uh, uh, I--” His sentence never even had a chance to finish. You pressed your mouth against his and he lost capacity for speech. Truthfully, so did you.

It was awkward and fumbling, as first kisses tended to be. Beetlejuice didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands and it took him a moment to finally rest them on your hips, while your grip tightened in the fabric of his shirt. Your tongue slipped passed the seal of his lips and he groaned; everything escalated.

You pushed against him. He pushed against you. His tongue followed your lead and shoved into your mouth so quickly you had to take a breath, but once you were used to the invading feeling of it you returned the favor. It felt like more hands held your waist, and now there was one at the nape of your neck? A thin whining filled the air; it took you several moments to realize it came from him. Breathlessly, sightlessly, you worked the small chipped buttons of his shirt, trying to open it. Suddenly you were too hot. Your clothing was constricting, so you could only imagine how Beetlejuice’s trousers felt! You chuckled at your own thought as you finished all but the top button, under his tie. Your hands less occupied, you took his waist and physically spun him on his heel before pushing him down to the vacated couch. Not expecting that move, Beetlejuice dropped flat on his back. You pounced, straddling his legs. His jacket and shirt now open--although the striped shirt was still tethered at his neck and pinned in place by his suspenders--showcasing the pale expanse of his belly, you drew two fingers down it. Amusingly, the sparse hair scattered on him seemed to have taken on a pinkish hue. You giggled. Reaching the button on his pants, you made swift work of it before pausing to finally rid yourself of your shirt. And then bra, because those sucked in the best of times. Below you, Beetlejuice’s eyes comically widened to a bulge and once again, he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. They remained at his sides, trembling. “Oh come on. I know you’ve spied on me in the shower,” you chided, pushing your tits together to create cleavage. His mouth agape and his eyes glued to your nipples, he gave a ghost of a nod. Leaning forward over him, you dipped lower as if to kiss him again. Your lips close to his, you whispered, “You’re drooling.” Then you sat back up. Beetlejuice swiped his jacketed forearm over his lower face, never once taking his eyes off you. You weren’t even sure if he’d blinked recently. His zipper caught, so you had to look down to undo it the rest of the way. It came as no surprise to you that he wore nothing under his striped pants. Unkempt and decidedly mossy green, his pubic hair cushioned his erection. A dark spot in the fabric of his trousers showed where pre-come had been absorbed, but a new bead formed at the head while you watched. You realized the specter under you stopped making any noise. Glancing back up at his face, you were surprised to see that his eyes were closed and he was biting his lip so hard you’d have expected to see blood welling around his teeth. If he wasn’t, you know. Dead.

“Beej?” you asked quietly. 

He shook his head. “You okay?” He nodded, shook his head, and shrugged in the epitome of a non-answer.

“Beej . . .” Now unsure of what the heck was happening, you stopped. “I want you!” he blurted. “Oh god, I fucking want you so bad! But, but--” Your eyebrows raised while you gently stroked his stomach, you couldn’t wait to hear what the finale of that broken sentence could be. But ghosts and breathers can’t have sex? That ghosts and breathers make demon babies? That his dick had been chomped off by a shark and what you were seeing was a pricey, high-end Netherworld hologram? 

“--butIdon’tknowwhatI’mdoing,” Beetlejuice slurred. You couldn’t decipher that last part. “What?” He flinched. “I . . . I . . . don’t know what I’m doing.” Confused, you could only repeat, “What?”

He flinched again, and this time curled into himself a little, his eyes squeezed shut so hard wrinkles formed at his temples.. “I don’t know . . . anything. I have a general idea, I’ve seen enough people . . . doing it . . . but I. I just . . .” Hanging his head even more, he whispered, “I’ve never actually. You know. Done it. I . . . I’m a virgin.”

For a second you were stunned silent. A laugh tapped the back of your teeth, but luckily you were able to keep it in check. The way he hunched and his ashamed tone exuded pure embarrassment. As hard as it was to believe, he was telling the truth. “Oh!” you replied, a little too brightly, overcompensating for your surprise. “Oh. I’m sorry! We don’t have to do anything, I shouldn’t have been so aggressive--” Beetlejuice’s eyes shot open. 

“No, no--I want to!” he interrupted, almost desperately. “Please, you turn me on so much, I wanna, oh shit, I wanna do . . . all that! I just don’t know how, exactly, and I’m sorry, I’m so dumb, it’s so stupid--” You’d sort through the Ghost with the Most being a stone-cold virgin later. Right now, if he wanted, you were more than ready to go. It excited you, a little, that for all his blustery dirty talk he was inexperienced and you were going to be the one to pop his cherry. “Stop that,” you ordered, refusing to let him continue to put himself down. “Let’s do this thing.” You dropped your voice to mimic his trademark rasp, to try and get him to laugh. 

Instead, he just looked worried. “Are you sure you want to?” 

“Yes!” “Okay, then . . . how about . . .  I’ll do all the work. You can just lay back and enjoy it.” The worried expression on his face didn’t abate. You vowed to yourself to go slowly, no matter how excited you actually were now that this was happening. 

Standing back up, you shimmied out of your pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Leaning back over the specter who seemed frozen in place on your couch, you kissed him lightly, intending to strip him too. He didn’t seem to understand this was just a quick peck on the lips, however; he surged upward, straining from his core to keep in contact with your mouth. 

Laughing at his eagerness, you pushed him back down. Turning to midsection and legs, you unbuttoned his suspenders, took his waistband, and told him to lift his ass so you could get his pants off. He complied. Tugging the striped fabric down his legs, managing to turn them inside out as you did, you realized in your own eagerness he still had his boots on, stopping the whole process. Silently you wondered if you could just leave him hobbled around the ankles--

Snapping his fingers, everything below his waist disappeared. “You could have done that all along?!” “Uh-huh,” he agreed sheepishly. “But you seemed so determined and-and . . . I liked watching you.” “You’re such a creeper.” “A leopard doesn’t change its spots.” Narrowing your eyes, you only hummed in semi-agreement. At least he admitted he was a creep. His cock had paid attention too, still erect and now drooling over itself. The shine on it matched the shine on Beej’s lower lip. 

His eyes had grown dark in the light from the TV, and his chest rose and fell more quickly again. Tentatively, he reached for you. 

Carefully, you took up position over his thighs again. Now nothing separated you but air. Beetlejuice’s tremble had returned, and you found yourself shaking a little, too. His gaze took you in like a starving man offered a feast. One hand went to your knee, then the other, and his eyes were locked on the juncture of your thighs. “The first time should be something special,” you mused aloud. “Like, soft and easy. Just getting used to it, you know?” You dragged your fingernails down his chest, flicking the loose straps of his suspenders out of the way. You should have stripped him naked, but there was something exciting about just leaving him half-clothed while you were completely nude on top of  him. “I, uh--yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, still staring at your crotch, “but, uh . . . mostly . . .” “Mostly what?” “Mostly I just w-want to . . . fuck.” His voice cracked at the last word. His eyes darted up to yours, and he looked almost embarrassed he’d been so crude. You couldn’t help but laugh; he was nothing but inappropriate at the best of times and now that it was real he couldn’t handle it?

“Okay, you got it, Beetlejuice.”The use of his full name made him shudder deliciously below you. Licking your hand, you ran the spit through your pussy, then repeated it to lube his cock. He jumped and moaned at your touch. The sound didn’t abate as you held him in position so you could sink down onto him. No true foreplay meant a little extra stretch as he entered you, and you moaned too. Instead of dropping directly to the cradle of his pelvis you stroked lightly, up then down, getting a little deeper with each cycle. His hands on your knees tightened until the flesh around each finger was white but you continued until he was seated fully inside you. Panting, you paused. “Can’t say you’re a virgin anymore, Beej. How’s that?” Keening wordlessly with an obvious effort not to move, Beetlejuice could barely crank open his eyes to look at you. “It’s-it’s, oh my god--it’s so . . . fucking . . . good--!” “Uh-huh,” you agreed, and rocked just a little for some of that sweet friction. His eyes widened. “Oh shit, oh my god--that’s--it’s too much, I’m gonna--” Knowing exactly what he meant but being well versed enough that him getting off quickly didn’t mean that funtime was over, you rose up even higher and dropped back down with a little more intent. He keened. You did it again. He began an open-mouthed, undulating moan. You did it again, and again, adding a swift circular motion with your hips just for variety. Unexpectedly the specter under you bucked so hard you were almost unseated; you were suddenly glad he still had his shirt and jacket on as you grabbed them for stability. 

Beetlejuice had been drooling before; now he actively spit whenever he tried to force a word out. He writhed below you. At one point, when you leaned forward to adjust position, he licked your chin. Mistaking it for an attempt to kiss, you tried to return it but his jaw was too loose.

In under two minutes, Beetlejuice squeezed your knees so tightly they ached, arched under your weight, and wailed. 

Pausing, working for breath, you let him have his time during his climax. You did keep moving a little though, because it just felt good. 

When he was finally able to focus his eyes on you again, you smiled down at him. “I’m a fucking loser,” he croaked out, like his throat was dry. “You’re fucking, at least. Let’s hold out judgement on the loser thing.” He hung his head. “I . . . you . . . you didn’t get off. I think? I don’t really know, I couldn’t really tell . . .” “I didn’t.” He flinched, even more ashamed. “Hey. Hey! Listen,” you said. “That’s okay! First time, it’s not uncommon. You’ll get more stamina.” “I think . . .” Beetlejuice paused to consider something. “I think maybe . . .” His voice trailed off. “You think what?” you coaxed. “ . . . I think we should practice a lot more. Build up my stamina, you know?” Lightly you slapped his chest. “Come on, babe. Maybe I’ll need a sec to be able to do it again, but what can I do for you? Get you one of those fancy cinnamon dolce lattes you like so much? Or maybe, just maybe-- He took a moment to wipe around his mouth, as if removing any residual drool.  

“--maybe you’d like to go for a mustache ride?”

There was the Beetlejuice you knew. Shrieking with laughter, you slapped him again and told him you would like one of those fancy cinnamon dolce lattes, thank you very much and then the two of you could talk about additional physical activities. 

fin!

#hoodoo #fandom pals #error: #currently losing my mind rn #that was AMAZING! #we do love virgin Beej #i feel seen #☺️

[thegoosewiththemost]

👀👀 would love to hear those "true form" beej headcanons if youre in the mood to share.........!!

@bunnys-beetlejuice-blog I'm always in the mood to share! Though I should clarify that my true form concepts for beej can be on the graphic side, since I enjoy taking each beetlejuice canon and thinking "how can I make this into genuine horror?". So I'm going to throw this under a read more, just to be safe!

These hc's are for musical!juice specifically - I have others for toonjuice and keatlejuice. This also isn't complete by any means - I have pages upon pages of writing on google docs about this stuff, so I'm trying to condense!

Netherworld Form - Dead is the New Sexy

So to start, I should also clarify that I personally view musical!juice as a vessel of sorts, a form that allows him to exist on earth as opposed to in the netherworld. Because of this, I think there are two distinct "versions" of beej's true form - one is the vessel / form you would see upon entering the netherworld with him, while the other is the demonic eldritch horror that he crams into said form(s).

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Whenever you go to the netherworld with him, he becomes like a walking corpse - more than normal, that is. Think skin rotting and sloughing off, joints twisted in unnatural positions, perhaps even internal organs trying to become external. It's not entirely clear how he can even move, or how he doesn't just disintegrate into piles of rotten 'juice with a voice, but somehow he manages to shove his mangled body around in a way that's not too dissimilar to that of a zombie movie. If you're used to the mossy and stinky demon as seen in the musical, this would be an immediate shove into a harsher reality - he looks like he's been decomposing for months, and nothing can help with the smell.

This can become even more devastating if we base his backstory for death more on movie canon than musical canon (i.e that he hung himself instead of Lydia stabbing him through the tit), because just like everyone else in the netherworld, he'll be unable to hide the evidence of how he died. In this case, you'd see the ring of bruising left behind, and the shift of the cervical vertebrae under what's left of his skin from where they broke.

The Cosmic Eldritch Horror We Know and Love

Overall, I think of him as having the keatlejuice makeup/effects, but taken to the extreme. Depending on how much I want to crank up the angst factor, I may or may not include the hanging aspect.

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This is where I kind of go off the rails in terms of very specific imagery. Have you seen the posts about what depictions of biblical angels would look like, but also the fact that they would try to mate with a telephone/power line? Or the post that’s about how cosmic entities using vessels to interact with humanity is like finger painting? That's beej's true form in a nutshell.

One of the things made very evident in the musical is that the netherworld is a dark place - literally! So I think it would be infinitely more horrifying if the demon trying to give you a little smooch stalking you through the vast abyss was a brilliant, glowing white - like a spotlight turned to its maximum setting, humming with power and electricity and impossible to look at directly. This also makes the name Betelgeuse more fitting - was he named after the star, or was the star named after him?

If you can manage a glimpse of him without blinding yourself, you'll see he's very big - easily dwarfing anyone or anything around him. You'll also notice that he doesn't move quite right. He doesn't walk, but he doesn't float either, instead making a weird lurching dragging motion that sounds like knives scraping on a plate. Don’t let this fool you though, because if necessary he moves like a lightning strike: fast and deadly and gone in a flash.

One of the interesting things about beej in this form is that he can’t really speak so much as convey thoughts and ideas - he has to be very careful though, or he could quickly overload your brain and leave some damage. In your head, he sounds the same as he normally does (if not a little base boosted), but his actual voice? The stuff of nightmares. Lack of speech doesn’t mean lack of sound, and even when he’s utterly silent he gives off a headache-inducing version of the hum you hear from the fluorescent lights at a gas station in the dead of night. Sometimes he sounds like rolling thunder and rattling glass, other times it’s infernal hell-speech and a wailing that makes your bones ache.

One of the unfortunate truths of being a demon is that over the course of millennia, he’s had to fight for his place in the pecking order. There are spots where he shines a little dimmer, his form marred by the thick bands of scars left behind by demons of old (primarily, his mother). Some still weep like open wounds, pouring thick black ooze that sizzles and burns against anything it touches. Only time can heal these - time on a scale living beings could never comprehend.

Even before you could see or hear him, you’ll catch the scent of ozone and the sharp tang of frozen metal on your tongue. You’ll feel an unease blanket you, your body and mind screaming at you to run, but you won’t be able to fight the feeling of heaviness that weighs your body down and anchors your feet to the floor. Out of everything, this is the part he hates the most - even if he just wants to be near someone, his very presence in this form forces them to seek a way to escape. That’s why it’ll be a rare instance to experience Beetlejuice’s true form - he’ll do everything in his power to keep from exposing it to anyone he cares about.

#holy fuck #I love these ideas! #particularly the one where he’s actually a bright light and how it ties into his name as a star #I feel like there’s so much potential here #I smell an angst fic #if you end up writing more #I will froth at the mouth and become a rabid creature #because I also hc true form beej #I want to get to know him when he’s not inside the flesh puppet

[thegoosewiththemost]

Could you help me find a beetle juice x reader fic?

The reader is a mortise and he haunts the reader. In one of the parts they go into a shack. Thank you.

(You don’t have to look for it if you don’t want to and if you don’t find it, that’s ok!)

Hi, I have absolutely no clue. Do you mean a mortise or something else? Good luck with the search though!

[thegoosewiththemost]

Thank you so much for the mention! It means the world to me that you’re enjoying the read!

69 different Beetlejuice x Reader/OC fanfictions.

What can I say, when you're in the mood...

I've read an absurd quantity of fanfiction. The ones in this list are not just ones I've read and would recommend, but some of these are ones I've read multiple times. Basically, if your work is on this list, it's because I like it. If you write a lot for the fandom, it's because these fics are some of my favorites of your work (I tried to get a large variety of authors).

I'm giving three numbers on each of these. Intensity, Spice, and Story. Intensity refers to the level of discomfort that the fic might bring. 1 is relatively vanilla, fairly sane. 5 is the kind of fiction where if you're reading it, you're probably into some weird stuff. That or you're gonna be traumatized for life. Stuff like non-con, violence, and gore tend to up the intensity rating. Spice refers to the level of erotica. Basically what kind of words are used. Innuendo and implied stuff is a lower score, really explicit and it's a higher score. Story refers to how much plot there is- like do I actually have to focus and remember details in order to read it? Is there a beginning, middle, and ending? Or perhaps there is an actual plot, with stakes and such. Low story and spice scores indicates a fluff fic, which are fun and great as well.

To be perfectly honest, the scores aren't super informative, but it's a general idea on what the fic has in store. I also tried to tag the authors (in the first post they're mentioned, usernames are listed with title as well), but I couldn't find all of them for the ao3 stuff.

I'll make another post for fic recommendations that AREN'T super smutty/romantic and ones that include romance, but not x Reader or x OC (I will not make a recommended list of beetlebabes fics. Do not ask) That's going to take awhile though, since this fanfic list took me... like over a month.

Be sure to check warnings and tags listed.

Night Out from clairjohnson- Intensity 3/5, Spice 3/5, Story: 2/5, "Jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral"; Reader is spending some time out on the town, where they summon Beetlejuice, only to run into a stranger as well. [@clairjohnson]

Last Train Home from vicunaburger- Intensity 3/5, Spice 2/5, Story 3/5, "Jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral"; Reader is on a train home, where they're harrased by a stranger. Luckily (or unluckily) Beetlejuice is there to "help" [@vicunaburger]

Roses and Rot from hoodoo- Intensity 4/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 2/5, "Jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral"; Walking home at night, some guy shows up. Murder and Sex, ain't it the best? Anyway, I’ve probably read this like 5 times. Is there something wrong with me? Perhaps. [@hoodoo12]

Panty Raid from hoodoo- Intensity 1/5, Spice 3/5, Story 1/5; A trio of short fics featuring edible underwear. I really like this one as it shows off the differences in depictions of Beetlejuice.

The Curse from hoodoo- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5. Beetlejuice helps with period cramps.

Cut You a Piece of Me from avacado-writing- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 5/5, "A college student finds a cheap room in an old house, and soon finds out why the rent is so low"; a slow-burn romance that eventually leads to some smut, but this is just one where the story is really cute. It's a bit longer than some of the shorts above, but it's well worth the time it takes to read! This one is in multiple parts, part 1 is linked above. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4. [ @avocado-writing ]

Take You For a Ride from cinebration- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 4/5; You call a taxi when you need to get somewhere with a broken down car. The driver is… a bit strange. I absolutely love the plot twist at the end, really wish it wasn’t a one-shot. I think there’s a lot of interesting stuff you could work with here. It's really fun though. Well worth a read. [ @cinebration ]

Tricks and treats from Make-my-millennium- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1/5; You bring Beetlejuice with you to supervise a kid going trick or treating. I kind of have a soft spot for the idea that Keatlejuice is just really good with kids. It adds this really sweet element to him. [ @make-my-millennium]

Beej finds out reader drew him from obsessive-ego- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2/5; a very short fic, the title says it all. Ego's writing is fairly tame compared to some of the other authors on this list. Not a bad thing, actually quite good. [@obsessive-ego ]

Pity Date from obsessive-ego - Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; you go on a date with some random human, so Beetlejuice decides to tag along and ruin things.

Jealous of a Clone from obsessive-ego - Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; Beetlejuice leaves to the netherworld for a little while, he comes back and gets jealous of the clone he left with you.

Green Vibe from obsessive-ego - Intensity 2/5, Spice 4/5, Story 1.5/5; You get a new vibe from Beetlejuice after he found your old one.

Wait, Demons go into Heat? from obsessive-ego- Intensity 3/5, Spice 2/5, Story 3/5; Uncontrollable urges, romantic tension, and a relationship that's just really cute.

BJ reacting to reader being kissed by one of her friends from obsessive-ego- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; I do love a good pining after someone fic, and this one delivers! Plus some jealousy stuff, which is always fun.

Coming Home Late from obsessive-ego- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; Another great fic from Ego. It's a sweet little relationship story. Very cute.

5 Love Languages from Effloradox- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1.5/5; just a small and simple fluff fic. It’s really cute. Good feels. [ @effloradox ]

Jealous from whiskehorange- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2/5; Someone flirts with you, Beetlejuice puts a stop to it. [ @whiskehorange ]

Beetlejuices react to Y/N being sick from Beetled-juice- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1/5; Just some fluffy head cannons, but what’s really fun is that it’s with the three different versions of Beetlejuice, so you get all three flavors of the Trash Demon. [ @beetled-juice ]

Y/N Breeding Beetlejuice from Beetled-juice- Intensity 2/5, Spice 4/5, Story 1/5; look, I don’t know why I like this so much. Honestly 50% of the reason for this list is so I can keep coming back to my favorite fics, and this is one that I could keep coming back to. This is probably going to give you a weird opinion on my tastes… which is fair.

BJ with a breeding kink HCs from TheGooseWithTheMost- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 1/5; informal head cannons, I just really like. This one and the clones one are both so cute and fun and I’ve read them both over and over again. Speaking of the clones one… [@thegoosewiththemost]

Beetlejuice Clone HCs from TheGooseWithTheMost- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1.5/5, Story 1/5; again, informal head cannons that are super fun. Very cute, very fluff.

Clingy and Jealous HCs from TheGooseWithTheMost - Intensity 1/5, Spice 2/5, Story 1/5; it’s Beetlejuice being clingy. What more can I describe?

After Sex Cuddles from swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat - Intensity 1/5, Spice 2/5, Story 1/5; those darn informal head cannons, these ones are delightfully fluffy. They fill me with good feelings. Actually, all of their fics do, it’s just that this one is my favorite. [@swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat]

Reader who isn’t scared from Starlit-epiphany - Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2/5; You just aren’t scared of the ghost with the most, which annoys him, and things go from there. Little headcannons. [@starlit-epiphany]

The rest of these I used AO3 links instead of Tumblr.

Spooky Beetlejuice Oneshots from xStardustInMyEyesx- Intensity 1/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; a bunch of cute oneshots. The linked one is the soulmates.

Stuck Like Glue from xStardustInMyEyesx- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 4/5; a pretty standard fic. mutual pining. Beetlejuice is a clueless idiot. A touch of angst as the main character deals with their trash family.

Spiritual Life Coach from goobthegoober- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; Delia hires a witch (reader) to act as Lydia's spiritual life coach. Beetlejuice takes advantage of you, in more ways than one. I absolutely adore the ending to this fic. It's got one of the best plots. It maintains Beetlejuice's manipulative jerk personality, which is delightful. [@goobthegoober]

Ring My Bell from abattor- Intensity 3/5, Spice 4/5, Story 2/5; One of the fics that does a great job showing of Keatlejuice. The comedy is amazing. The dialouge? Golden. It's unfinished, but the plot is not very important, so you don't feel like you're missing too much. I strongly suggest checking this one out.

The Exorpist from BeagleGoose- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; Delia hires the reader to act as an exorcist/therapist in order to try to sort out the fact that a demon lives in their house. What better way to deal with it than to get married? This one is quite a slow burn, and with over 30 chapters, it's a little long and slow at times. However, this has an incredibly sweet ending, with plot twists that rock the world. It's great. I love it.

Beej-ia Board from BeagleGoose- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1.5/5, Story 4/5; You contact Beetlejuice through an Ouija board. One thing leads to another, and you end up dating. This one is also based on another Beetlejuice fic:

Ouija from angelicspaceprince- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/4, Story 2.5/5; You contact Beetlejuice through an Ouija board. Unfortunately, he’s a little bit dyslexic. This one has them feels. The fluff, the angst. It’s a good fic, one that makes me feel really good and happy and argh, I love it. [ @angelicspaceprince]

You're the One from Jetsetlife138- Intensity 5/5, Spice 4/5, Story 3/5; This one is also a work in progress, but what we have so far is pretty dang good. If you're into this, that is. The fact is, this one is REALLY intense. It’s a kidnapping fic. Read the tags before you decide if this one is for you.

Forever from orphan_account- Intensity 5/5, Spice 5/5, Story 3/5; You summon a demon, who decides to take you into the netherworld so you’ll belong to him forever. It really... stretches the character a bit. Eh, Who am I to actually care about that?

Beetlejuice Squared 2 from Hoodoo- Intensity 3/5, Spice 4/5, Story 3/5; This one has clones. Clone fight. Multiple endings. What's not to love?

Just (A Little Less) Alone from doodles-foodles- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; You meet a ghost in the cemetery, you become roommates, mutual pining happens, and then things go very wrong.

Who Exorcizes the Exorcist? from Hoodoo- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 5/5; Beetlejuice gets a new person living in the house- they’re unfortunately really boring. But there’s something weird about this stranger…

Bad Date from Hoodoo- Intensity 2/5, Spice 4/5, Story 2/5; Again, a cute relationship fic. Beetlejuice interrupts a terrible date, and thus smut occurs. Logically.

Trying Too Hard from Hoodoo- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1.5/5, Story 2/5; a short fic in which the reader is given a few… gifts… at work. It’s pretty funny, which is why I like it so much.

Marked from angelicspaceprince- Intensity 6/5, Spice 5/5. Story 1/5; Yep, this is the one that broke the intensity scale. It was too intense for me, and I've read some intense stuff. It’s a hypnosis fic that haunts my brain. I’ve read it like 8 times, the first time it made me feel sick? Or maybe that was me not eating food (I forget to eat a lot). It certainly stuck in my brain, and if you’re into this kind of thing… you’ll probably love it.

Haunted from abeautifuldayfortea- Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3.5/5; You’re haunted by Beetlejuice. Mostly just fluff with a dash of plot so far, but I have to say that I love the way BJ is written in this. He’s like a cat- a very touch-starved and lonely cat.

Color Envy from Nonbinary_Bean102- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 3/5; Nonbinary reader meets the ghost with the most, you're probably more of a mess than he is. I really like the beginning of the fic, very spooky, verry fun.

Safety/Danger/Love/Hate from piranhaenergy- Intensity 4.5/5, Spice 1/5, Story 5/5; When you start to fall romantically in love with Beetlejuice, a curse is placed upon you. This one… is amazing. The fluff. The angst. It’s a story that fills me with the good vibes. Do heed the warnings of the tags though. [ @born-dead-thrills ]

Unexpected Perspectives, New Discoveries, and One Occult Ritual from piranhaenergy- Intensity 3/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4/5; It’s a body swap episode. A lot of time is spent with you as Beetlejuice, and this causes a lot of fluff moments. He is pure chaos, and suddenly being stuck in that body is wacky.

Chaos on Camera (now with 100% more demon!) from piranhaenergy- Intensity 2.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4.5/5; You’re a YouTube sensation, and your fans are very interested in the stripe guy who keeps appearing in your videos. They seem to think you’re dating, which is crazy because there’s no way you’d date a demon, right?

Heart, Sleeves, Stripes from piranhaenergy- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4/5; You’re a person who’s got quite the poker face. You have no interest in revealing your crush on the ghost with the most. But, after a little statement goes wrong, you discover that he’s given you a curse- the curse of stupid color changing hair.

Bring Your Demon to Work Day from Piranhaenergy- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 3.5/5; You decide to bring a demon to your job at a bookstore, which makes things a lot more interesting, to say the least.

Tentacles are sexier than hair (and more practical) from piranhaenergy- Intensity 2.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 4/5; it’s a retelling of Rapunzel, but with Beetlejuice and tentacles.

Deal with a Demon from InkSplots- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 4/5, Story 3.5/5; You’re a witch, and decide to summon a demon. Contracts are formed. This one has some really fun witch lore. Ya gotta establish that lore.

Zoo Day is Today from Unrenowned_Writer- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 4/5; Based on the cartoon, you supervise a field trip and go to the zoo. There, you meet a very interesting chaperone- Mr.Beetleman. It definitely keeps the flair and flavor of the cartoon universe, with a fair bit of fluff. Also there’s bad puns. Ya gotta love the bad puns.

Just Say My Name from Animekath- Intensity 2.5/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 3/5; Your boss is kind of a terrible person. When things hit their limit, you end up calling up your demon.

Gas Station Souvenir from Unrenowned_Writer- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 2.5/5; you work at a gas station, and then accidentally summon a demon. I just really love the authors writing style. Everything is really funny. The reader does not care about the supernatural nonsense they see every day.

A Break from Mangopop- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 1.5/5; You’re kind of stressed out over schoolwork. So Beetlejuice helps with that.

Microwave Safe from Mangopop- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2.5/5, Story 2/5; Beetlejuice microwaves himself.

Lucky Us from LivingSol- Intensity 2/5. Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; You come home from a funeral, with a weird ghost trying to get you to summon him. I like the arc with the revenge plot on bad coworkers. It’s kind of a longer fic, but quite fluffy.

I'm of sound mind; my answer is yes, I love that man of mine from HeidiWrites95- Intensity 2/5, Spice 2/5, Story 2/5; Oh look, this is from 2014. I know what the title is, no this is not a beetlebabes fic. You're at work, Beetlejuice invites you to a party. Nice and short.

Ghost with the Most from PlanetCupcake- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 2/5; Very much a typical “meet the demon, then you date him” story. It’s got some plot progression, but manages to keep fairly slice-of-life style.

For the Greater Ghoul from SherlockHomeslice; Intensity 2/5, Spice 1/5, Story 4/5; this one is short and incomplete, but what we have so far is really interesting. Indigenous culture, a big snake dude, and also good descriptions of what it’s like to possess a plant? It’s pretty fun. I will say that spice and such is only so far, I get the feeling this one might get spicier later.

Lovely Little Strips of Fabric from Naner; Intensity 3.5/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; Looking for blackmail on you, Beetlejuice gets distracted by your underwear. There’s a dubious consent implication at the end, which isn’t in the tags.

Say My Name from TurningOnAnAxis- Intensity 4/5, Spice 5/5, Story 2/5; You see a very strange man in a furniture store, and now your house is haunted. Well, he might be possessive and weird, but at least in a hot way?

Keeping it Quiet from SofaBeaee- Intensity 2/5, Spice 5/5, Story 1/5; What’s this demon doing in your house? Well, you’d kick him out but he’s really hot…. [@sofabear]

In the Arms of the Sea from burningrosebush- Intensity 3.5/5, Spice 2/5, Story 5/5; In which you’re captivated by a siren, and take your revenge. It’s a dark fic, that’s for sure. It's also sad, with a sad-ish ending. [@burningrosebush ]

Haunt Me from GreyPetticoats- Intensity 3/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2/5; Beetlejuice x reader who’s really into being scared, if ya know what I mean. Fun little horror bit turns into pure smut, ending with just a touch of fluff. Delightful.

Red Wing Warrior from Commander_Kim- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 4/5, Story 2/5; Period sex with Beetlejuice. The idea that Beetlejuice, being incredibly gross, would absolutely love it.

A Blast From the Past from DooksForDays and sammys_lover- Intensity 2/5, Spice 3/5, Story 2.5/5; It’s a reincarnation story, as Beetlejuice and the reader are able to reunite. Love a lot of the earlier slice of life chapters. Unfortunately, it’s not quite finished yet- and may have been abandoned. Then again, the fluff is pretty good.

6 1/2 Apologies from JustAnEnglishMajor- Intensity 3/5, Spice 4/5, Story 1.5/5; You kind of yelled at Beetlejuice, so now you’re going to make it up to him. Smut with an extra element of hurt/comfort that I just love so much.

Makeshift Couples Counseling from Wiitennis- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 1.5/5; After a fight with Beetlejuice, Lydia intervenes and helps repair the relationship. Fluff. So much fluff. [ @beeeeeeecauseusee ]

Oops from Cephede_Variable- Intensity 1.5/5, Spice 3.5/5, Story 1/5; You summon Beetlejuice by accident, thus smut occurs.

The Ghost with the Most from InkSplots- Intensity 3/5, Spice 0.5/5, Story 5/5; A ghost hires the leading bio exorcist to get rid of some humans, but one of them doesn’t scare easily. Logically, this means things need to escalate.

Bureaucracy, Bureaucracy, Bureaucracy from CopperContessa_13- Intensity 1/5, Spice 1/5, Story 3/5; A choose your own adventure style story. Features Rick and Morty. It’s quite silly, and I like it. I’m a sucker for multiple endings.

And THAT'S all 69 fanfiction recommendations from me, personally.

#a lovely reader #beetlejuice fanfic recs

[thegoosewiththemost]

AHHH Thank you! I’m contemplating whether I should make the next chapter smut or have something else

Haunting - Part 17

Summary: asking the important questions.

Read Part 16 here

A week passes. And then another slips by without notice. The days run short now that you and Betelgeuse are both busy either having new adventures together or at being at work. Despite all the changes there’s still the constant reassurance of curling up next to each other on the couch or in bed to debrief or watch a movie. Some days, you teach him to cook and slowly, he’s been getting the hang of it which is a better result than you could hope for really. It’s so… domestic in the ways you had dreamt of. You had known that falling for him, as unlikely as it seemed to be, was a possibility. But it was still hard to reconcile your feelings in the situation that you had both been thrust into and the rules you had to play by.

The house is always quiet in the morning. It’s during this time that you contemplate and collect your thoughts on the ex-demon currently snoring in your bed.

You’d been paying Betelgeuse quite a bit of attention lately and it wasn’t simply because the days were running out. Ever since the dinner, your relationship with him had grown into something much more than friends or cuddle buddies. He had caught onto your interest in him almost immediately after your dinner like a bloodhound on your scent and now he was unashamedly trying his best to seduce you.

A secret part of you liked the tease and the feeling of being wanted, but you couldn’t help but think that this was only an easy bit for him to stay alive.

As you leaned against the kitchen bench waiting for the kettle to come to a boil with the thoughts circulating in your half awake mind, you felt arms snake around your waist and press you against a warm body.

“Mornin’ toots, you got up early today.”

His breath against your neck is making you feel things that you’re not sure you should be feeling and you shiver at your overactive imagination which has honed in on that single sensation like a fish on a hook.

Who were you to him?

Idly, you reach a hand up behind you to ruffle his hair. “Didn’t you hear the bird singing outside the window? I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

He growls softly and your heart skids across the floor faster than your mind can catch up with. “Well looks like I’ll have to do something about it. Don’t be surprised if you come home to fresh bird pie one day.” The smirk in his voice tells you know that he is actually considering it as an option.

“I like that bird!”

“And I like staying in bed with you.”

Before he can say anymore and you can think about the potential implications of what he just said, you swivel clutching the jar of tea leaves to your chest as though it can stave off your attachment to him.

“The water’s on the boil, do you want some tea?”

A curious gleam flits in his eyes as he examines your face with interest. “You’re brewing more than just tea, aren’t ya?”

Flustered at the sudden attention being paid to you, you cast your eyes toward the floor. You feel almost like you’re at a crossroads with the way he puts you under the microscope. Were you ready to open this conversation now or should you wait a little longer? Three days out from the deadline, you were running out of time. You weren’t sure you would get another opportunity. It was now or never.

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“Shoot.” The cogs in his mind go to work, sensing that this is nothing to joke about. He takes a step back, giving you the space you need to compose yourself.

“Do you still want to live?”

You see Betelgeuse visibly stiffen.

“Wha- of course I do! What made you ask that?!”

“I thought that maybe you might feel differently after experiencing it for yourself. I just want to check in with you on how you’re feeling about all this. About us.”

“Babes, being with you, living life with you has made me feel.. so happy, for the first time in my existence. I couldn’t ask for better.”

His words curl around your heart and settle there, reassuring you as you continue on.

“Does that mean you still want to be with me?”

“I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time now, nothing’s changed. And I’m not just saying that because I want to stay alive.” He adds, sensing your doubt at his sentiment.

“I want a life with you.”

“And what are you picturing in this future of yours?” You tease.

“I want life just as it is now, movie nights on the couch, snuggling in bed, days out in the sun, or the rain. Maybe a little family of our own if you’re up for it. I just want you there with me.”

Even a foot away, it feels like there’s too much space between you. Crossing that chasm of space and tension you hold him close and mumble into his pajamas. “I think I’m falling for you. And, I want that life too. I want you in it.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’m ready.”

[thegoosewiththemost]

Haunting - Part 17

Summary: asking the important questions.

Read Part 16 here

A week passes. And then another slips by without notice. The days run short now that you and Betelgeuse are both busy either having new adventures together or at being at work. Despite all the changes there’s still the constant reassurance of curling up next to each other on the couch or in bed to debrief or watch a movie. Some days, you teach him to cook and slowly, he’s been getting the hang of it which is a better result than you could hope for really. It’s so… domestic in the ways you had dreamt of. You had known that falling for him, as unlikely as it seemed to be, was a possibility. But it was still hard to reconcile your feelings in the situation that you had both been thrust into and the rules you had to play by.

The house is always quiet in the morning. It’s during this time that you contemplate and collect your thoughts on the ex-demon currently snoring in your bed.

You’d been paying Betelgeuse quite a bit of attention lately and it wasn’t simply because the days were running out. Ever since the dinner, your relationship with him had grown into something much more than friends or cuddle buddies. He had caught onto your interest in him almost immediately after your dinner like a bloodhound on your scent and now he was unashamedly trying his best to seduce you.

A secret part of you liked the tease and the feeling of being wanted, but you couldn’t help but think that this was only an easy bit for him to stay alive.

As you leaned against the kitchen bench waiting for the kettle to come to a boil with the thoughts circulating in your half awake mind, you felt arms snake around your waist and press you against a warm body.

“Mornin’ toots, you got up early today.”

His breath against your neck is making you feel things that you’re not sure you should be feeling and you shiver at your overactive imagination which has honed in on that single sensation like a fish on a hook.

Who were you to him?

Idly, you reach a hand up behind you to ruffle his hair. “Didn’t you hear the bird singing outside the window? I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

He growls softly and your heart skids across the floor faster than your mind can catch up with. “Well looks like I’ll have to do something about it. Don’t be surprised if you come home to fresh bird pie one day.” The smirk in his voice tells you know that he is actually considering it as an option.

“I like that bird!”

“And I like staying in bed with you.”

Before he can say anymore and you can think about the potential implications of what he just said, you swivel clutching the jar of tea leaves to your chest as though it can stave off your attachment to him.

“The water’s on the boil, do you want some tea?”

A curious gleam flits in his eyes as he examines your face with interest. “You’re brewing more than just tea, aren’t ya?”

Flustered at the sudden attention being paid to you, you cast your eyes toward the floor. You feel almost like you’re at a crossroads with the way he puts you under the microscope. Were you ready to open this conversation now or should you wait a little longer? Three days out from the deadline, you were running out of time. You weren’t sure you would get another opportunity. It was now or never.

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“Shoot.” The cogs in his mind go to work, sensing that this is nothing to joke about. He takes a step back, giving you the space you need to compose yourself.

“Do you still want to live?”

You see Betelgeuse visibly stiffen.

“Wha- of course I do! What made you ask that?!”

“I thought that maybe you might feel differently after experiencing it for yourself. I just want to check in with you on how you’re feeling about all this. About us.”

“Babes, being with you, living life with you has made me feel.. so happy, for the first time in my existence. I couldn’t ask for better.”

His words curl around your heart and settle there, reassuring you as you continue on.

“Does that mean you still want to be with me?”

“I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time now, nothing’s changed. And I’m not just saying that because I want to stay alive.” He adds, sensing your doubt at his sentiment.

“I want a life with you.”

“And what are you picturing in this future of yours?” You tease.

“I want life just as it is now, movie nights on the couch, snuggling in bed, days out in the sun, or the rain. Maybe a little family of our own if you’re up for it. I just want you there with me.”

Even a foot away, it feels like there’s too much space between you. Crossing that chasm of space and tension you hold him close and mumble into his pajamas. “I think I’m falling for you. And, I want that life too. I want you in it.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’m ready.”

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice x reader #musicaljuice x reader #musicaljuice #brightjuice #blumjuice #koberjuice

[thegoosewiththemost]

Day 5 - Flame

I don't really have anything to say for this one. I'm going mostly comedic with these, I notice. I'm not sure that'll actually change since it's Beetlejuice we're talking about here, but we'll see.

#fantastic art #this is absolutely something he’d say

[thegoosewiththemost]

Haunting - Part 16

Summary: BJ’s first day at the apprenticeship and dining out. Lawrence most definitely convinced his boss to pay him in cash by the day because he has no banking details.

Read Part 15 here

Read Part 17 here

It was probably for the best that Betelgeuse was occupied when you were at work. As much as you would have liked to spend time with him, life and work and bills got in the way. You had suggested at first that he let the opportunity slide for now, but in reality there wasn’t much else for him to do around the house unsupervised and he wasn’t qualified to drive himself wherever he wanted (or pay for anything he needed for that matter).

“It’ll be funnn! Don’t worry ‘bout it, ol BJ has got it in the bag. Maybe I’ll even get a new suit out of it!”

“Come on, let’s dance!”

Briefly you decided to hold off on your skepticism at his suitability for the job as you drove him to work. He had improved by leaps and bounds since becoming human, but sometimes he could be an absolute feral creature.

It’s by some kind of miracle that he comes out of his shift looking more put together than he did going in and with a massive grin plastered across his face to boot. A very pleased shopkeeper waves out of the window at you from behind him.

Betelgeuse, as it turns out is unsurprisingly better at front of house sales than resigning to work in silence on the actual tailoring of garments, much to the annoyed dismay of the owner who gives up on teaching him the trade and instead changes his station to salesman altogether. It’s an easy enough job for an ex-conman and somehow despite his scruffy appearances suggesting otherwise, he brings in decent money - enough to keep everyone’s mouth shut. Somehow, he even becomes a bit of a zebra striped icon for the store which does wonders for their marketing despite how horrendous it looks. No one complains.

It’s an achievement worth celebrating and so you let him pick a restaurant to dine out at. I’m barely any time at all you’re there with him, at a candlelit table that makes it feels more like a date than you’d expect.

“Did you know that fruit starts rotting once you pick it off the plant?”

“Yes? And did you know that when you die, your corpse starts to rot too?” You hit back.

“So really you’re eating dead plant babies right now. Skinning them and then cutting them up into itty bitty pieces, you’re cruel, how could you do that to the plants?” Beej wailed dramatically.

“I know right, almost as bad as you deciding to ruin my sanity and life by stalking me since day one.” popping a piece of pear into your mouth, you fix him with a deadpan stare.

“At least I have standards.” He huffed. “I may not be above punching babies but at least I don’t eat them.”

“The plants don’t know that. It checks out though, explains the gum disease.”

“I have great gums!”

“Yeah they’re working miracles for you, I’m surprised you still have teeth.”

“The rot gives off a sweet taste, trust me, I know,” he winks flirtatiously. “Maybe you’d like a little taste test?”

“Oh I’m sure they do. You know, I’m deeply honoured that you’ve given me this opportunity. I’ll even make an honourable mention of it on my resume, but I regret to inform you that I sincerely decline.”

“Your loss, baby. But in case you change your mind, you know where to find me. Francis Bacon can vouch for me: beauty itself is but a sensible image of the infinite. And since life and death are infinite and I have been both.... that automatically makes me the most beautiful person ever to exist!”

“You missed your calling as a philosopher.”

“Oh I am a philosopher. You just don’t get my vibe.”

“What would your vibe be? Blackmail and hedonism? A literal vibrator?”

“Hey, go easy on the blackmail! It was one time! One time.”

“Uh huh, so this was just one incident made up of a billion separate other incidents that drove me insane huh? You’re really selling yourself to me right now.”

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time, can you really blame me? A couple hundred years on the bench all alone would get you desperate too. Heck, maybe I’ll get to rock your world before I disappear again.” His caterpillar eyebrows wiggle suggestively as he nudges his knee against yours before he dives into his food again, but you don’t miss that wishful look in his eyes before they drop from yours.

There’s a quiet as the conversation lulls. Your cheeks burn; that last idea isn’t something that you want to dwell on.

“I didn’t know you were so interested in Francis Bacon.”

“Oh I’m interested in everything and philosophers are just sooo sexy. They know how to really party it up and they’re the most likely to summon a hot demon.” He says, preening. “All the best ones are the freaks, especially in the sheets,” he says dreamily and you wonder for a moment if he was seriously going to divulge you with information about his hookups which you’d rather not know. “Like that one time Plato…”

“I’d really rather not know!” You wanted to know, because inconveniently, the demon you’ve been saddled with has been occupying your mind for an unsavoury amount of time and lately, not all of those thoughts have been safe-for-work per-say.

“Are you sure you really don’t want to know or are you just scared of what you might like if you listen?”

There’s an unspoken tension in the air that you feel, something that you don’t want to acknowledge.

With a look that appears way too innocent, he occupies himself by sucking obscenely on his straw. You can’t help but stare as he takes his time to lap his long tongue along the side. And the curl of his lip…

He’s smirking.

The damn bastard is smirking. You hope that he’s oblivious to the thoughts running through your mind right then and there. You break out of your stare and blurt out an instant denial.

“No!” You throw the word out a little too quickly and the smug grin on his face grows into a leer.

“Ok.” He stops almost immediately, but the mischievous glint in his eye begs to say otherwise.

Wisely, you leave that particular topic alone for the rest of the dinner.

By the time the waitress comes back with the bill, you’re completely relaxed by the warm air of the restaurant and a full stomach.

Betelgeuse snatches the cheque swiftly off the tabletop before you can even reach it and quickly, counting up the amount, slips it into the book and hands it back to the server.

“Lawrence!”

“Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let my beautiful partner pay for dinner?” It’s an unexpectedly kind gesture and you smile bashfully.

“If you insist.”

His words play in your head even as you head out into the cold air outside, walking so close to him that your hands sometimes brush.

You like the idea of being his partner and the touch of his skin against yours burns into your mind in the night when you nestle against him once again.

Tag list: @honeycovered-bandaids

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice x reader #musicaljuice x reader #musicaljuice #brightjuice #blumjuice #koberjuice

[thegoosewiththemost]

Broken Glass (nsft)

Oops, looks like my hand slipped…

The click of the door closing locks away the sound of distant motion. Far away in a world beyond the door, guests are moving, saying their farewells, leaving after the conclusion of your wedding.

Now, there’s just the two of you. Alone at last after a long day.

“Great party, huh babes?”

“‘Mmhmm, made even better considering what that party was celebrating.”

Leaning in close Beetlejuice takes a long inhale of your scent into functional lungs. Closing his eyes, he smiles and hums in appreciation at the smell of you intermixing with the perfume you had picked out for the occasion. It smells fresh, clean, just the way you like it. A hint of floral carnation tickles his nose before mellowing out into a musky vanilla. So very much you.

Without a thought, your hand finds his, and you intertwine your fingers in his grip, feeling the new warmth that courses through him as he squeezes back. The dull clink of metal pulls you to the reality of your life now. He is your new husband. The label sounds strange as you test it on your tongue, but everything else feels so natural; the same as before but different and it sinks in that this is meant to be the beginning of your shared lives together. Your futures are now intertwined and it feels so right.

The quiet of the room is such a contrast to the ceremony you had just before in a way that’s almost sacred. It’s your first moment alone with your new husband. For once, Beetlejuice isn’t trying to crack a joke or excitedly say something to fill the space. He’s smiling; no words need to be said for you to know how elated and in awe he is. Beetlejuice is almost hesitant to kiss you as though he is unsure of whether he is worthy to worship you in all your beauty.

It’s not something that he has to wonder for long because you sense his worry and press your lips to his, communicating your love, trust and confidence in him. In doing so, you taste the hunger that thrums beneath the surface of his skin, and it in turn ignites the deep desire flaring in your belly. A heady shiver runs wildly across your spine as you feel his free hand snake around your waist, pressing you flush against him. It’s like he’s trying to meld you to him so that you’re joined physically into one another. A perfect completeness of body and soul.

In a moment, he helps you out of the confines of your clothes, sits you down on the bed as he takes the accessories out of your hair. His movements are gentle and unhurried because for once he knows that this marriage is very real and that you have the rest of your lives to spend together. There is no real rush when he can take his time to live in the moment, enjoying each touch and the sensation of running his fingers through your hair to loosen it out.

And soon he is upon you, pressing you down gently on the mattress, between your legs, his body over you and keeping you safe between his arms. This is no cage, but a warm embrace and a promise that this is what you get to come home to now, your private sanctuary. There’s no embarrassment as you cling to him, rubbing your palms against his shoulders.

“My love, my mate.” There’s a depth to him as he struggles to grapple with that part of him that wants to take you right then and there, grinding his hips forward in perfect unison against you.

The feeling of friction burns itself red and hot in your mind and you can’t help but chase after it, letting little gasps out in the process. Beetlejuice growls and in between the love he shows, you catch glimpses of the beast within him.

One hand moves to roam the expanse of your skin, teasing and grazing areas that drive you up the wall with anticipation before coming to stroke at your navel until the only thought running through your mind is the intense need to have him now. Testing the waters, he pushes a finger in and you clench hard around him until he chuckles at your desperation.

One after another, he thrusts them in, stretching you until you’re keening with desire. Then an emptiness follows before you feel the head of him at your entrance before he pushes in, groaning in pleasure as he hilts himself.

You feel so full of him and as you adjust to his girth you buck gently against him urge him to move. Slowly, then faster until your bodies give out under the weight of your shared release. Briefly, still overwhelmed by your orgasm, your buzzing mind comprehends the feeling of hot spurts inside you as Beetlejuice tips over into oblivion.

Collapsing onto you, he shifts inside you, making you whimper as he brushes against particularly sensitive areas. You feel perfectly filled and content as you lay there beneath him, whispering sweet words of reassurance and encouragement into his ear as you stroke your hands over his back while he recovers from the high. Pressed skin to skin, you can feel the thumping marathon of his heartbeat against yours, racing and then slowing down. You’ve never felt more connected to him than you do now, joined by your wedding bands, by your bodies and by your heartbeats. You wonder if he feels it too.

The first thing that he notices when he back to reality is the smell. You’re marked with his scent all over and immediately he hardens again, tightening his grip on you as he moans out his approval of it. Stuffing his face into your neck without decorum, he nips playfully at the skin, making you shriek out in laughter.

“Mm.. smell like me,” he growls lowly, muffled by your neck. “We’re going again, until this entire room smells like us.” The thought sends you hurtling down the point of no return and before you know it, he’s spent himself inside you again and again until you feel fit to burst and your voice is hoarse from overuse of his name.

Reluctantly, at your insistence, he withdraws himself from you, sitting back on his feet as he watches with a sense of satisfaction and rapture as the dribble of spend runs out of your entrance without his dick there to stop it. You smell properly like each other now and even the mattress takes on the scent of your combined fluids. You look divine, he thinks, laying ruined by him both inside and out, your chest heaving with exhaustion.

Sooner than you realise, the moment passes and he carries you to the bathtub, setting you down and seating himself behind you to wash away the ache in your muscles, kissing the places where hurt. Capturing your mouth with his lovingly, you realise how truly safe and in love you are with each other. It’s bliss and it’s all for the two of you to share, whatever the challenges life throws at you.

You’re reminded of your ceremony beneath the canopy where you and Beetlejuice blessed and broke the glass together - a reunion of souls and a promise to be as one forevermore despite all things. When you part - just enough to speak - you say the magic words that had once caused your lives to collide and forever intermix. “I love you”, you say and with a smile on his lips, the words are returned to you, uplifting you in happiness.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice x reader #musicaljuice x reader #musicaljuice #brightjuice #blumjuice #koberjuice

[thegoosewiththemost]

I’m so sorry this happened to you @swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat , you don’t deserve any of the hate that you received. I absolutely agree with what Hoodoo has said. There’s plenty of people who don’t always enjoy stand-alone smut, myself included.

Some people are just so entitled and they don’t understand that you do this for fun/free. They’re responsible for curating their own content consumption and just because something isn’t their cup of tea does not give them the right to impose their thoughts on creators. If anything, if they’re so keen to read something that they would like to see, they should take it upon themselves to write it instead of putting random people down for just being themselves.

I also feel sorry for the person who actually wrote that rant for thinking that the entire world of fandom revolves around them and their specific wants. I can’t imagine being an angry Karen with no life deciding to sit themselves down to write those hurtful things to someone they don’t even know. Come on, there’s so many more productive things that they could be doing. To the person who wrote that rant, go out, get some fresh air, calm your tits and get some perspective.

To @swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat , I’m sending you lots of love and I hope that you don’t let this nonsensical babble rain on your parade 🥰

Little rant (?) (Contains slight talk of sexual topics)

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong in this fandom

I feel broken for not being as sexual as other people here.

If you notice, the few NSFW things I've written have more to do with the emotional/sweet part of it rather than just the fucking. Of finding someone you love so much you don't want to let go of them (the cock warming imagine), or someone you trust so much you can both be silly around each other (the tiny helicopter penis rambling).

And people in this fandom complain when y/n is too sweet with him or gives him cutsie nicknames bc that's "cringe". So y/n is either always a badass who doesn't do cheesy shit like that and treats him like an annoying dumbass or on the other hand someone who's super sexual and kinky but shy.

And I feel like I'm neither of those things.

I know this is a place where everyone is free to express themselves and most of those FICS are self indulgent.

But I can't help feeling broken for not being like that and like I don't belong in the fandom.

The thing is... I'm a really direct person, I've been hurt so much in the past that if I were to like Beej like that, I would just directly tell him to get it over with. And... I love banter sure... But if I was in a relationship I'd also like to just... Take care of my partner and dote them with love, that includes giving them nicknames, being physically affectionate, doing sweet things for them bc I remembered they once said they liked something and this other thing reminded me of them, and telling them I love them.

It could be that I'm in the ace spectrum (demisexual) and don't feel attraction the way other people do.

The thing about all of this is... That despite Beej being technically fictional, it's gotten to the point where I feel like I'd end up boring him and not being good enough for him.

From the way everyone writes him and the way they write y/n.

Maybe I wouldn't be sexual enough for him.

Like, even if we met and I liked him he would only choose me bc I'm the only one who's willing to be with him, not bc he actually wants to be with me... Or even then wouldn't be attracted to me bc I have the sex appeal of a sac of potatoes (I don't dress very sexy, and I'm not very muscular nor curvy or anything)

I'm not this person with a super high libido who also happens to be super kinky and want to fuck everyday all the time, or who's too cool for cheesy nicknames and romantic affection.

Someone who's witty and willing to insult him and make fun of him at every moment just for fun.

I'm not into hurting someone I like. Or insulting them. I tease people but never to the point where I would just pretend to find them annoying

... I'm just... me... Boring, needy, cheesy, lonely me.

Maybe I'm too domestic (??)

I would like to have sweet romantic interactions with him that don't include sex.

I guess I'm the type who would genuinely want to be nice to him and take care of him in the sense of just nurturing, cuddling, telling him I love him, making him feel safe with me, and doing my best to make him feel loved the way I wish someone would do to me (since I also had an abusive family).

But maybe that, just like other people in this fandom... He would find me and what I do cringy and annoying, boring at best... Not something he'd enjoy.

And what's been my comfort character for about 3 years has now become something that makes me insecure about who I am.

The few things I did that weren't nsfw either got ignored by people or directly shut down and criticized for being too corny and not sexual enough.

(One of the big creators in the fandom even went as far as writing a rant about how cringy one of them was bc I called Beej overly sweet nicknames... And honestly, it hurt coming from them, and seeing people jump to support them saying things like how those kinds of fics suck and that's why they only read porn without plot fics).

And at best that only makes me feel pressured to make nsfw content, and not necessarily bc I like it, but bc it may face less backlash from people.

And the thing is I LIKE SEX, I truly do, but I feel like I don't like it enough. Like there's just something wrong with me.

I'm the kind of person who's more into the emotional part of it. Call it cheesy, but I'm more the kind that would see sex as the ultimate form of affection for another person. Just finding someone you love so much that you have no words for it, and you can't get enough of them bc one kiss isn't enough to show them how much you love them.

Maybe I'm just into love making rather than meaningless fucking.

And yes, just getting railed after a hard day of work is great, it's fun, it helps you unwind... But even then, I guess I'm more into the idea of you doing it with this person bc you trust them so much, and have become so used to them that you can just help each other unwind through rough fucking into a couch... But at the end of the day, it comes from a place of love and trust, of getting home to someone you love, someone who could easily be your best friend and doing an activity you both enjoy together. It doesn't matter if it's rough BDSM shit or super vanilla love making. The point is doing something intimate with someone you love. Not just looking at someone and deciding you just want to use them for sex cause you're horny.

And even if I like sex...

What if I'm not able to fuck everyday?

I have anxiety and depression and it makes me worry that maybe my libido isn't high enough, since I don't want to fuck every single day, some days I'm so depressed I'd end up feeling guilty for not being able to provide sexually for my partner if I was in a relationship.

Why do I say this? bc at this point that turns into why I've never had a partner, about why people in highschool asked me out as a joke/date from their friends, about why the few people that actually pretended to be into me only did it to use me sexually, to fetishize me or to play with me.

I don't like it when EVERYTHING has to turn back to sex.

(there's a lot of fics where character A is going through something traumatic or sad so character B just fucks them and suddenly they're ok, or they comfort them and THEN fuck immediately afterwards... Like, what about something that's says "thank you, I'm feeling a lot better now that you're here, but I'm still not in the mood for that, could you just hold me?" and even then they don't get magically better, they just feel less alone, or sex did help character A a little but "thanks but I think it's going to take time to for me to feel fully better again" )

What about a fic where you both are into each other, even horny but too tired to fuck?, or one of you has been having a hard time and simply not in the mood? (Not just for a day, let's say a week where you're overworked or something), and you choose to just cuddle... And that's okay, because you love each other beyond what you both can provide sexually?

And the notion that I wouldn't be able to be enough, even for my F/O is depressing.

Idk, THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK ON ANYONE I understand that's how most people work/what most people like, I'm just ranting about how I've been feeling recently.

I feel guilty for not being as sexual as most people here... I feel broken.

(even when I do write nsfw stuff, or get horny I get imposters syndrome and like I'm missing something, yes I want to kiss BJ and fuck him and do... Nsfw things to him that I could go into very crude details for but am not going to... But I also want to do so much more with him... I want to love him, and cuddle him, be WITH him and be his best friend and vice versa, and maybe that's cringy, sappy and pathetic... But I guess that's just me)

Idk

#support for creators #don't be a dick