#Incubus Beetlejuice x Self Insert

[realmonsterboyhours]

Study Break

Incubus!Beej x Self Insert. Let me be self-indulgent this AU destroys me. CW: NSFW

With the most delicate movements, she slipped her comforter from herself, and with a soft thump, her sock-clad feet hit the soft area rug beneath her bed. Stretching upwards towards the entirety of her height, a small shiver took over her mostly nude form, stippling her skin with soft raised goosebumps. It was autumn now, her favorite season. Her love of the cold tended to cause her to have some curious habits, such as leaving her window ajar a few inches to allow for the nipping breeze to roll in and fill her bedroom with that all too delightful smell of fallen leaves.

Her skin was paler than normal, nearly spectral as she shifted into her winter shades of skin, pale freckles still dotted the points of her body, her dark hair tied up in a large but all too messy bun cresting the crown of her head. A shiver overcame her body, her soft pink nipples raised due to the cold permeating the silver metal bars that transversed them, the cold only compounded their upright position on her already rather full breasts.

She caught a small glimpse of herself in the mirror, she always walked around topless, but on select few nights, she felt like a goddess and would parade around the house proudly. Up until recently, it has not been much of an issue, it only ever became problematic after her rather handsy incubus friend Beetlejuice decided to take up some sort of residence in her apartment, to which this habit of hers was a bit more troublesome if you could call it that.

Yet here she was, standing in her full glory wearing only a pair of small black shorts, black thigh high stockings, and a small black leather collar. It was time for a break from her case studies and homework. She needed a break, she hadn’t really eaten for several hours now, though that wasn’t really out of the normal for her, even though Beetlejuice would adamantly protest to her periods of intermittent fasting, to which she would simply direct his gaze to her thigh with either a sensually prolonged graze, or a simple slap and tell him she had plenty to spare for now.

She had set some ground rules with the demon upon his arrival, one of which being that he wasn’t to disturb her unless absolutely needed when she was working on her schoolwork. It had worked for the most part, though on the off occasion she would find him slipping into her room to just watch her quietly. He had learned the hard way early on that she meant business about her studying when he had tried to grope her backside in a half-hearted attempt to feed, which quickly earned him a glare, and a small lecture. Something something ‘If you want to pay my tuition go for it’ something blah blah.

But now she headed out of her room and down the stairs of her loft-like apartment, making a quick trip to the kitchen. By now she should be used to the feeling of being watched, she never seemed to be truly alone in the confines of her own home, always feeling eyes on her, hungrily watching as she went about her business. The demon never typically hid from sight, he could usually be found lounging on her couch, watching TV or playing with her small tortoiseshell cat Monique. Such a strange little sassy creature.

So as she gathered up a box of cereal, a bowl, and spoon it didn’t surprise her that she felt his eyes, hearing the shift of the couch as he perked up at her presence. She took a mental note, his fixed gaze on her did not go unnoticed. “Well well, look you’re a sight for sore eyes snackcake.” She could feel his ogling trace along the curves of her body as she opened the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk for her cereal. When she turned on her heel she noticed the incubus’ vision immediately drop to her chest, this didn’t really bother her much now, in fact, she welcomed the attention. 

There would be a certain spring of an emotional surge that sat heavy in her stomach with how his eyes would just drink her in. Something about the idea that an other-worldly creature would deem her attractive just struck a chord that played right into her lustful side. She did her best to keep her wits about her, though as an incubus she knew he could usually feel the charge of emotion, or maybe even notice a hormonal switch.

“Thank you kindly sir” she purred softly, her voice held a soft rasp from the cold air seeping into her lungs, something that was a tad different, but not unpleasant sounding. She too also knew how to drive the demon a bit mad, always treading that fine line, pushing his barriers. A subtle sort of brat energy.

It was not something that the demon found unwelcomed. In the past, he found many of his previous feeders to be rather dull, not willing to play his games back and submitted to him maybe a bit too easily. This one was different though. She was… Playful? Typically feeders would have problems with the way he talked to them or the way he would grab ahold of them. Not sensitive per se, incubus are demons of consent, after all, it had never been unwelcome touches, but none of the previous feeders have ever really talked back to him like she did, looked at him like she did. Like she was just as hungry as he was. It was like a breath of fresh air.

Yes, the very core of their contract was incredibly sexual, she ultimately was a food source for him, a symbiosis of sexual nature. Though recently he had found a much more deep appreciation for this feeder. It was a rarity that a human could keep up with his stamina as well as she did, he was able to take nearly his fill from her in one session, and she allowed him to feed often.

So when he noticed her skin standing erect as it was, something within him guided him closer to her. “Dollface, you realize it’s like, really cold in that room up there right?” His hand running up her arm from her elbow to her shoulder, trailing off just before reaching her neck. He loved how lax she was to his touch before his fingers even reached her neck her head dipped ever so slightly to rest in his hand, when it never came she looked up at him with those verdant eyes.

He felt like he had just committed a heinous crime by pulling away just shy of her touch when she had given him a look of disappointment so subtle and gone in a flash he almost questioned if it had been there in the first place. Though quickly after she gave him one of her toothy smiles, sweet, yet also so genuine. “Really? I hadn’t noticed, thank you for reminding me Beej” she teased. “I’m not too cold in my room honestly” she added after a scrutinizing look was placed over her frame by the demon.

He found his eyebrow cocking to form a doubtful, exasperated look, emoting to her that he was serious. He genuinely did care about this feeder. Whether he would mention that was an entirely different story.

She idly continued to assemble her snack without much more thought to his words. With an irked sigh, the demon quickly shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her chilled shoulders, holding her steadfast close to him by the lapels of his jacket, he made her face him, his face leaning down, his nose a hair's breadth away from brushing against her own. A subtle flush appeared on her cheeks, this did not go unnoticed.

“Babes, if you get hypothermia how am I supposed to eat?” He questioned in a half-serious tone. She averted her gaze as he released her, taking a step back to admire her frame within his jacket. He would be lying if he were to say she wasn’t actually a sight for his sore eyes. He was already attracted to her soft curves, her thick thighs, the plumpness of her backside, her full breasts. But in his stripes? This was a whole different ballpark.

Just when he thought he had gotten the upper hand over the woman, she leaned up to grasp his shirt, pulling him back flush with her body, she felt her chest pressing hard against his own, and the way she had taken him by surprise when his breath hitched in his throat. Her eyes made contact with his, her nose barely brushing against his own. Her lips placed so close when she spoke he would feel the silky drag of them sliding over his own lips.

“Why don’t you warm me up then-” She leaned over to one of the demon’s pointed ears, cooing gently into it with a purr “-Sir…”. This sent a bolt through Beetlejuice from the tips of his onyx horns to the tip of his tail, it was a weak spot of his was when she would call him that. She retracted just enough to gauge his reaction, a subtle bite of her sinfully full lips was all the encouragement he needed.

She honestly half expected him to teleport them to her room, their normal spot for this sort of event. However, the demon responded by pulling her into a fiery kiss. His lips surging towards hers with a sort of longing she had not expected. His tongue slipped across her lips, his pointed teeth would grab her lips with firm tugs. Soft noises of approval would seep from her mouth, as he kissed her like she was the only air to breathe.

She reached up, tangling her hands into his hair, her arms circling his shoulders as she pressed herself impossibly closer, a habit of hers he found absolutely charming. The idea that this breather wanted to be pressed against him completely always shocked him, but was always a pleasant feeling.

His hands found purchase on her hips, his thumbs kneading deeply into the soft tissue he found there, his own arousal becoming much more evident, and with a fleeting moment of clarity, he realized just how hungry she had made him. His hands slipped up the curvature of her ass, and buried beneath his coat, before sinking into the hem of her shorts, slipping them from her freely.

He paused only for a moment to take in the sight of her sumptuous body presented before him. She loved the vulnerable feeling she would experience prickling at the back of her neck when he would stare at her naked and exposed in front of him. He took in the sight ravenously as he pulled her back to him. “Tell me what you want from me, snackcake.” he groaned as she reached down tentatively rubbing her hand against the bulge forming behind the wall of fabric, eliciting a groan of approval from him.

“Please fuck me…” she breathed, feeling the power within her stomach rising as she brought this demon to shivering before her. “Feed as much as you like, Sir.” She gasped loudly as he scooped her up into his arms for a short while before the back of her thighs reached the cool granite of the island countertop behind her, a pleasant shiver rolled up her spine.

She made no fuss of parting her legs to make room for him to fill between them, exposing herself fully to him. He drank the sight in, tonight he feasts. Little more needed to be said as he dove his head fervently between her thighs, his long tongue making simple work of lapping up every drop of her excitement. She always tasted so much better when she was also yearning for him. He savored as much as he could, bringing rolling waves of pleasure, wracking her body with intense bliss.

She refused to hold her body up any longer, laying back fully displayed on the counter now, her hips would rock gently up to his proficient mouth, her arms stretched above her head, allowing him unhindered access to her body. It was one of those nights where he could do whatever he wanted with her, this sent a swell of excitement through his veins.

She rode out several orgasms from his mouth alone, her eyes began rolling back from the heightened stimulation. “B-beej, ngh ah! P-please. I c.. can’t wait anymore” She panted, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and ecstasy. A toothy grin appeared on his face once more as he stood up. “Fair enough dollface.” He purred lowly, standing once more, taking his position as her eager legs snaked their way around his waist. He deftly tossed one of her legs over his shoulder, his gaze fixed on her heat in front of him as he removed his throbbing member from his pants, and sank deep into her.

“F-fuck… You’re so warm” he let out a guttural groan as his cock hilted deep within her with a painfully slow speed, he felt every inch of her give way to him inside. His eyes looked over her body presented before him like a buffet of sinful snacks. He couldn’t help himself from leaning down, to bite her lip, his free hand massaging at her breast as he began to thrust in and out of her.

By now he knew exactly how she liked it, a slow, agonizing pace, that gradually built over time, and he was all too happy to offer it to her at this moment. Normally he had been one to simply to help himself to whatever he could get, but tonight felt different. It was different. Something had changed or shifted. They were so synchronized in their movements. Their hips rutting against each other ardently, her cries of pleasure sent jolts of excitement down his spine.

It was unlike him to pull her into him, their mouths meeting in a passionate set of kisses normally, but the way she felt was driving him absolutely mad. He felt her softly clenching around him, her walls shivering with the pleasure he was forcing into her. His hips milking another orgasm from her, his hair shifted to a soft pink at the tips, his body becoming more sensitive. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“One more baby, gimmie just... one more. I know you can do it.” He growled with a deep lusty rumble. His tail found its way to circle her clit, sending a wave of heat to her brain, his free hand tangled itself into her hair, prying at it gently as he tugged her head back to expose her neck. He littered it with kisses, his fangs grazing along the sensitive skin that was presented to him. She came completely undone, any semblance of composure was tossed aimlessly to the wind as she found her toes curling. She came, and she came hard, crying out his name one final time as he spilled into her, even dripping out though he was wrapped tightly inside her.

Panting, and disheveled, she rolled back onto the cool surface of the counter, doing whatever she could to catch her breath. Though the incubus was not nearly as worn through as she was, he was definitely catching his breath as he retracted from her slowly, leaving a huge mess in his wake.

“Fuck…” she said breathlessly before finally composing herself enough to sit up and admire the wreckage he had created. A warm heat took over her cheeks again when she noticed him watching her looking things over. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the moment felt different, almost like time had stopped. “I-I should clean this up” she whimpered out before finally sliding from her counter to her feet once more.

She made quick work of cleaning her kitchen and herself to some degree. And after excusing herself to shower quickly, she returned to find him in her bedroom waiting for her once more. “Did you want to sleep in here tonight Beej?” she asked him curiously as she stripped down in front of him without a second thought. He watched her curiously, and with desire. “Yeah” he said simply, not sure how to articulate how he felt about it exactly. It was hard for him to express how he longed to feel the touch of her skin or being surrounded by her scent.

It wasn’t out of place for the two of them to curl up together and sleep, but the same peculiar feeling found its way to his gut yet again that nagged him. Tonight was different. He kept repeating in his head, she had felt it too, but had placed it as him just having a craving as he did from time to time.

She sank slowly into the bed, feeling the sheets soft against her freshly cleaned skin. She felt so safe with him near, it was a feeling she always appreciated as she burrowed into the crook of his neck, he was more than willing to pull her closer, gathering her into his arms, his legs intertwining with her own.

She felt the exhaustion crash into her like a tidal wave, and after some soft words of praise, and a few teasing quips she faded off to sleep, leaving Beetlejuice to admire the bruises and scrapes of varying degrees of healing that he had adorned her soft body with. He was so proud of his little feeder, and spend the next several hours stroking her hair behind her ear and kissing her head before replacing his lips with his chin.

#incubus!beej #beetlejuice #self insert #Incubus Beetlejuice x Self Insert

[monsterlovinghours]

Your hair is so pretty I am so soft ❤️❤️😭😭 a concept for you: Angel!dewey x you x demon beej (regular beej???) and they’re fighting over who gets to play with your hair while you’re all cuddling -🍪

Okay so this started as a reader, then became a self insert, and now it's a little feel-good ficlet for @scribblepigeon because she's feeling down today and she makes such wonderful art and is such a sweet angel she deserves to be loved and petted!

She could practically feel him pouting, his warm hands restless on her legs, rubbing at the fleecy material of her pajama bottoms and squeezing from her ankle, across her calf, to her knee. Every so often, his eyes would dart over to them, to where her head rested in his lap, a puddle of cocoa bean hair against a backdrop of black and white carnival stripes. His stare focused on the pair of pale hands tipped in black, fingers combing through the strands, petting and stroking it back from her face. She wasnt sure how a purr could sound smug, but Beetlejuice's did, rumbling against her chest; she could nearly hear the smirk on his face, taunting Dewey.

Finally, the angel sighed, the slight aura around his head pulsing. "Come on, hand her over. It's my turn."

"Fat chance, twinkle toes."

"Seriously?" He scowled, a very strange look on his normally sweetly rounded face. "Its been an hour."

"What's your point?" He grinned, his nails scratching at her scalp, which coaxed a sigh from her. "She's happy where she is. Arentcha, snack cake?"

"Mmm." She glanced up at her devil, her incubus, his teeth gleaming and his hair and horns a light rose-pink at the tips, mischievous green at the roots. She was comfortable, but Dewey just looked so sad, with such longing in his soft eyes. "He's got a point, Beej."

The grin fell from his face, what was pink now flashing just the barest red, and Dewey's face lit up like a Christmas tree. His arms opened as she sat up and turned, twisting to lay her head in his lap. His hands, palms soft though his fingertips bore heavy calluses from the strings of his guitar, cradled her head, lifting her up to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"There you go, you comfortable, baby?" She nodded, smiling as she felt her heart flutter, shivers running down her spine as his warm hands buried themselves to the wrist in her hair. "So pretty," he murmured, admiring the shine of her hair in the warm, golden light of his aura. "How'd we get so lucky, huh?" 

Both of you ignored the pointed gagging sound from the other end of the couch.

For a while, all was calm. Dewey's fingers were tender as they twisted the curled ends of her hair around them, sliding deep through the strands to massage her scalp. Beetlejuice amused himself with slipping his hands up the legs of her pajamas to feel her bare skin against his palms. Soon, though, he shifted further down the couch, nearly shoulder to shoulder with the angel, his hands kneading at her thighs. She bit at her lip, knowing exactly where such touches would lead, and she heard the beginning rumbles of a purr. Oh, he could smell her. Shit.

"Knock it off and leave her alone, wouldja?" Dewey's eyes narrowed, his corona flickering in exasperation. Beetlejuice chuckled, ignoring the angel's protests as he slid her pajama bottoms off entirely.

"Hey, give me a break. If you're gonna steal her from me, you can at least let me have a snack. Besides, I don't hear any protests from her." He smirked up at her, his fingertips cool against her thigh. "How about it, feeder? Want me to stop?"

She shook her head, settling more firmly in Dewey's lap, reaching up to cup his cheek, his stubble rough against her palm. Dewey sighed, giving up.

"Fine."

"Like you'd pass up a chance to watch me get her off, anyway."

"Shut up."

#beetlejuice #dewey finn #angel!dewey #incubus!beej #here ya go scribble #enjoy it you precious bean