#and make my own little beej

[beetled-juice]

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.

#asks #my stuff #beetlejuice x reader #musical beetlejuice x reader #I hope this is what you were going for anon!

[chaoticstanley]

Beetlebabes dni (seriously fuck off)

So, my current hyperfixation is Beetlejuice, movie, cartoon, and musical. But I have all the Beetlejuice cartoons on file so as I was watching, I decided to redesign Lydia and Beej in the show’s style for my own fic I’m working on. I added silhouettes of the show’s designs as a comparison. And I finalized my OC as a bonus. So here’s some info about Bj and Lydia. I’ll explain my OC some other time.

Beetlejuice:

I used all iterations of him as inspiration, but in terms of visual, it’s mostly the musical and cartoon. Gave him his green hair and also a mullet cause... Idk I think it looks good. But in terms of personality, it’s a nice combo of all three. He’s a lot more nastier and violent than his toon counterpart, but still retains some of the sensitivity showed in the show. For example, he’s still protective of Lydia, but instead of simply putting beetles in a bully’s hair, he’ll genuinely traumatize them with a scare or straight up try and kill them. He’s still a handsy and overtly sexual being like in the movie/musical. Instead of responding to emotional rejection (outside of flirtatious contexts) with a depressive episode like the show, he gets very angry and vengeful. He’s petty, selfish and a conniving ass like all three iterations. But he’s not as dumb as his toon counterpart. He’s irrational and acts before he thinks sure, but when it comes to being a trickster, he’s more thoughtful and malicious like the movie version.

His relationship with Lydia is a big brother/little sister type. She’s one of the very select few who’s ever gotten past his walls. He’s protective of her and always encourages her interests in the gross, rude, and dead. But he’s less affectionate than the show/musical. He’s not a big fan of pda and just barely tolerates her occasional hug. He and Lydia are the type of friends that exchange insults and petty barbs as a way of showing how they care.

A brief note on his most common alter ego, Bettyjuice. I modernized her into an egirl because the aesthetic is perfect with all the stripes. She’s pretty much the same as the show; gross, rude, and impulsive. But I made her too pretty unfortunately. I kept leaning towards cute with certain attributes like the added beanie and her adorable tummy, so that’ll probably be tweaked in the future, but we’ll see. I do like this design a lot even though it’s not gross enough.

Lydia:

Again, all iterations were an inspiration. Her Netherworld design is just a more aged up version of the original poncho, but I added a touch more purple at the forefront to reflect her personality. And her normal design is more muted just as a contrast to the Netherworld to make it seem mundane in comparison. In terms of personality, she’s got the character development of the musical. She’s still deadpanned and sarcastic like the movie/musical, but she’s much softer and more sweet like her toon counterpart. She’s a little more mature now that she’s 18, but not by much cause she’s still a young, developing girl. She only has a few friends her age since most of her peers at school are put off by her goth aesthetic and macabre interests. It also doesn’t help that she hangs around a weird egirl who likes to throw bugs at people (Bettyjuice of course). She does have two friends, Becca and Pamela (loosely based off Bertha and Prudence) and of course, her family. She still loves the Maitlands and hangs out with them a bunch. She has a better relationship with Charles Deetz now that she’s a little older. The one she has conflict the most is Deelia, but there’s still clear love there. She fully accepts Deelia as her mother now, while, of course, still keeping Emily Deetz in her heart as well. But they tend to bicker and argue the most because of their different worldviews, but much less so than before now that Lydia regularly spends time in the Nethworld.

But of course, Lydia’s best friend is Beetlejuice. They pull pranks, get into mischief, and regularly get revenge on Lydia’s main bully Claire Brewster.

But yeah, that’s it. I’ll explain my OC later, but I’m too tired rn. I’m working on some more art for Beetlejuice, but the main inspo is the cartoon since it has a lot more to work with in terms of story and world building.

#beetlejuice #lydia deetz #beetlejuice the animated series #beetlejuice the musical #toonjuice #toonlydia #oc

[remyfire]

Series: Some Things Are Evergreen

Ship: Leo Bardonaro & BJ Hunnicutt, Leo Bardonaro/BJ Hunnicutt (past)

Note: This fic comes chronologically before "Midnight Trepidations" but is meant to be read after its midway point (chapter 4). Consider it #3.5 in the Some Things Are Evergreen series. My hope is to write a handful of these little side stories that give us peeks into referenced events and hints about the future, fics that can make the world feel more lush and full but are not necessarily required reading to understand the series. I hope you enjoy!

It doesn't feel right either, for that matter, holding back his true thoughts from the page. Leo's always prided himself on not flinching away from speaking his mind—the good, the bad, the ugly—and Beej slotted perfectly into that rhythm in a way that no one else had. For two years that lasted as long as a century, there wasn't a single secret between them. How could there be? They were the only ones who could sink each other's entire lives before they ever really began. That kind of shit practically requires a blood oath. But if he thinks about it for a few seconds, he can recall the exact moment when he realized BJ was, in fact, hiding something, that their open-door policy had a very small message scratched into the doorframe where he'd never bothered to look.

Six years ago, Leo said his last goodbyes to the newly-wedded Hunnicutts, boarded a plane, and returned to his life in Philly permanently. He's maintained his silence through medical school, residency, pregnancy announcements, and his conscripted assignment to MASH 8225. But rumors revolving around the 4077th's most recent bug out—and a surgeon who was forced to stay behind—waver Leo's confidence that pushing BJ away to keep him safe was the right move, wrapped up in the fear that instead he might've died alone.

#this was a lot of fun to write and also i am very nervous about posting it but this is not surprising to anyone who knows me #like it or not leo i am making you a fully fledged guy even before you show up in the series proper #leo bardonaro #bj hunnicutt #bardicutt #notes of an old mistake #some things are evergreen #my writing

[diaryofassortedimagines]

expect the unexpected, pt. 2-

beetlejuice x reader smut (and a dash of fluff)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh, beej, i am not begging.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll love you forever, laurence”

end

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

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

[conduitandconjurer]

🙌 oh why not. might have to get creative, though.

Send 🙌 to strangle my muse (no longer accepting)!

It's Reginald's clipped, nasal voice in his head.

The first line of defense upon attempted strangulation is to blind your opponent!

Klaus isn't exactly the type of person known for fighting back against adversity: not with the more conventionally recognized forms of battle. But it's even harder to fight off this spindly, bruised child who will never know the exhilaration of living in a safe skin, the way Klaus, after years of the hard-to-recognize type of fighting, has.

He can't fight a protege who, if time for Klaus were linear, would have been his mentor.

He can't push his goddamned fingers into BJ's sad scared eyes and scoop them from their sockets. Like, fuck training, Jesus. The kid's crying, right now, while assailing him.

Get with the program, Number Four!

Shut up, dad. Remember your "gift" to me: it's not like it'll be permanent.

"Beej...!"

His own voice is haggard. Dissociation tries to bleed into the corners of his thoughts, makes him wonder, not for the first time, lately, why so many people feel entitled to lay their hands on some part of his body.

"Beej--Tangy--hk!...Dream, what'd I do? Stop...!"

He smacks the young prostitute's cheeks, imploring gently, and then insistently, and then a little savagely.

Klaus begins to black out; his eyes glow a veil-piercing teal and he is out. Bright light, the same hue, his ribcage its lantern, and then an explosion. The force throws BJ back a good six, seven feet.

Klaus collapses awkwardly on his face. He sits up and gawks through a mop of curls.

"The fuck--? Did I just go into the....fricken....Avatar State, or somethin'?"

Green eyes shift toward the waif's face. Anger and grief sink in, rapidly clouding over the comical shock.

'Why'd you hurt me, man? Whatever you needed, you coulda just asked! Like, damn! I'm super fuckin' chill, okay?! "

#ofyorkshire #ic #tangerine dream (BJ) #crossover: Red Riding Trilogy #implied abuse cw #strangulation cw #assault cw

[floorbe]

okay okay okay so i was thinking maybe beej/dew w artist reader??? if thats alright with you obvs

yessss hehe

~

Beetlejuice

-Lord save you bc he is going to be SO INVESTED

-Like breathing heavy down your neck watching you draw invested

-He honestly loves watching the process, if you’ll let him. It’s one of the only times he’ll quiet down bc he’s so into how you create

-Oh definitely expect the “draw me like your french girls” or equivalent jokes, with copious eyebrow waggling 

-If you actually draw him??? Oh my god. Oh my GOD, babes, what!!!

-Stares at it for so long. He frames it. He hangs it on the wall. Puts it on the fridge. He puts a little “A++++” sticky note on it.

-Pink hair all the way, baby!

-“Damn babes, this how you see me? Sexy as hell.” his voice is wobbling and there’s a shine in his eyes, but he’ll deny it with his undead life

-You’ll catch him attempting his own drawings of you when he thinks you aren’t watching

Dewey Finn

-Another man who is invested in your process

-He thinks it’s so damn cool how you just.... make that?? You just make that. Wow

-If you draw him he is over the MOON. Huge grin, staring at for a long time, smothering you in kisses as a thank you, considering laminating it...

-If it’s small enough he’ll put it in his wallet to look at

-He’s either an artist himself or he draws stick figures. No in between

-No matter which one it is, he’ll return every and any drawing you give him with one of his own

-If you’re ever doubtful of your skills, this is the man to go to! Reassurance God

-You’ll be forgetting how you felt by the end of his support rave, which could last hours if you don’t stop him, honestly

-He likes fiddling on his instruments while you do your own art, quality time man

#i mayyyy be a little rusty for some of these characters guys be gentle #beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn x reader #beetlejuice imagines #beetlejuice scenarios #school of rock imagines #school of rock scenarios #Beetlejuice #school of rock #dewey finn

[obsessive-ego]

It was an accident

Musical Beetlejuice x reader ramble I found in my drafts

Taking a swipe and tearing open your left arm, enough to break skin and bleed, no permanent damage aside from its gonna leave a scar

You weren't home, you were at work, a full 9 to 5 day.

Normally Beetlejuice wouldn't mind your absence, the demon normally kept himself busy with scaring your neighbors, going through your stuff, or just lazing about.

But not today

His mother forced her way into your home to 'talk' to him, she says some things that really mess with him, she questions your relationship with him, saying how you would probably leave when he finally screws up, and how this little game of his is a waste of time.

In all honesty Juno only came to 'see' her son to take her own frustrations out on him, and leaves moments before you come home.

with her words fresh in his mind he is a mess of emotions, mostly anger and sadness, red and purple mix in his hair.

Heading into your home, you see Beetlejuice standing in the middle of your living room facing away from you, you worry seeing the colour gracing his form.

Slowly making your way to him you gently say "Lawrence?" As you reach out to pat his back, in an act of comfort

On instinct he turns on a dime takes a swipe, still thinking of his previous conversation with his mother, the demon wasn't 100% aware he was in a safe space, nor that you were talking to him

His claw makes contact with your skin, it rips and bleeds, the moment he smells your blood he realizes what he did,

You drop to your knees, you're cluching your arm cursing and crying over the pain and he's just standing there, frozen, colour draining from him, his hair now white.

The damage wasn't severe but it hurt like hell, after a moment of crying and holding your arm you finally forced yourself up to clean and bandage your arm.

You stumble to the bathroom as your arm dribbles spots of blood on your floor. You fumble with the bathroom cabinet trying to find your first aid kit. You sit on the edge of the tub and begin to fix what you can.

Beetlejuice just stood in place, completely drained of colour, his hair was white, staring at the hand he hit you with, your blood dripping from his fingers, this was it, he ruined his happy home, you're going to send him away for good, but it was an accident, right?

As you finish up bandaging your arm, you see beej standing in the doorway

"...hey"

You don't respond, your throat was sore from crying, you just nod

"Babes, y/n, it was a mistake, I'd-"

"I know, I should have let you be"

He trys to reach out to reassure you're alright, but you flinch at his touch

"How bout we just give each other some space tonight" you weren't scare he'd do it again, but your body was

"...yeah" he agrees before vanishing from you sight in a puff if purple smoke.

...

The next day you were sore and all and all felt like shit emotionally and physically, beetlejuice had come back and has been sitting in the living room staring at his feet for who knows how long, he was still purple.

Upon seeing you, the purple darkens

"Morning" you try

"Y/n about last night" right to the point "I didn't mean to hurt ya, I was- my mother- babes I'm not good at this type of thing, but I'm sorry, and I'll give anything for you to forgive me-"

"It's fine, you were angry, I mean that doesn't excuse what you did, we just need to work on communicating, I should have asked you before touching you, you looked so scared-"

He tore your arm open and you're Apologizing?

"No, babes, err y/n, I need to get my shit together, I'm living with a soft flesh bag, I don't remember a time I had to be accountable for my actions, now? I can't just lash out, I don't wanna be alone again, I don't wanna do anything that'll make you send me away" Beetlejuice has now risen from his seat and is now holding your right hand, the demon glances at the bandaged left arm and grits his teeth

"Beej, Its okay, and yes, it hurt alot, and I was really scared, but I never, not once thought about sending you away"

What did he do to deserve you?

#beetlejuice x reader #rambling #muscial beetlejuice x reader

[wizisbored]

You might have mentioned this, but how do BJ and Nimona react to each other at first? Do they clock each other right away? Are they curious or is it more like two cats meeting for the first time?

tbh my first thought about these two was 'you gotta let them sniff each other through the bathroom door first'. initially nimona can't see beetlejuice, but she can sense his presence and that someone is watching her, and it bugs the hell out of her. ever seen a dog try to catch a fly? thats the vibe of nimona trying to figure out what beetlejuice is. lydia feels a little bad about it, but also finds it pretty funny. on the other side, beetlejuice agrees with lydia that theres definately something unusual about nimona, but he can't figure out what. they know she's not another medium, obviously, and he's not sensing a fellow demon. she's just... odd.

once revealed to each other, their relationship is a little rocky to start. theyre both being territorial, in a way. beetlejuice obviously over lydia and the house, even if he's not technically haunting it anymore. he instinctively doesnt like another... whatever nimona is hanging around his old turf, and of course he's insecure about lydia having a new supernatural friend. nimona, as excited as she as about finding someone who is in some way like her, is also very used to being the only one. she doesnt know how to deal with there being Another One, and she doesnt want to be entirely lumped in with him because as similar as they are in certain aspects they are not the same thing - there was a brief time where the idea was floated around that she might be a demon after all, but it was ruled out fairly quickly. lydia finds their weird little rivalry incredibly stupid because she knows they'll get along great once they can get over it. which, eventually, they do. beetlejuice realises that nimona has her own turf and a fierce loyalty to ballister that makes him a lot less bothered about her being friends with lydia, and nimona chills out a bit once it's established that shes not in fact a demon and neither lydia nor beej expect her to just be a second beetlejuice. before too long theyre violently playfighting and gleefully discussing murder, and everyone in the combined maitland-deetz-boldheart-goldenloin households is Concerned.

so, in short:

#bj/nimona au #arran draws things #nimona #beetlejuice

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

Hey! I love your Beetlejuice stories on A03, all of them are wonderful. Do you have any tips on writing the Maitlands? You write them so well, keeping them sweet while giving them depth.

you're so sweet! this got super long so its under a cut. please keep in mind that these are my interpretations of canon and you might disagree and that's totally fine!

Lemme break these into specifics for each one cause while theyre a matching set and should not be separated they're also pretty different! Barbara- the more out going one between the two of them, more willing to jump into new situations. i think of her as someone adam can lean on, and because of that their marriage is a little non traditional, despite what beej might say, since she's the one more likely to do things that scare her and sort of lead the two of them. barbara should be sweet, empathetic, and very patient, but also willing to put her foot down when it matters. she's a doormat no more. between the two of them, she's the one more interested in arts. while she might not like making pottery i think she's the more creative one - she apparently also started and gave up oil painting (the painting she smashes) i read her as someone who comes from religious trauma but that also might just be me putting my own baggage on her. she just feels like someone who would/could have been more outgoing if she hadnt been raised in a very traditional way, where women are a step below their husbands. i dont think that believe holds true in her marriage obviously but it's engrained to some degree that she needs to behave like the perfect wife/mother. this could also be part of where her anxiety about being a mother stems from (this part obviously is VERY personal to me and her character may not read that way to you, i acknowledge this i headcannon territory here) she's also willing to push adam into things that make him nervous, because she does want her husband to stand up for her. (that moment when beej is having his soliloquy, if you watch her she's arguing with adam and telling him to say something to beetlejuice, and that's the reason why adam interrupts him) in general i think she finds things that are odd and unusual to be more funny and interesting than scary - her laughing at beetlejuice's antics in the attic a lot come to mind. Adam - the more shy one. adam is someone who i read as having a fairly heavy degree of social anxiety (there are strangers downstairs! i didn't like strangers when i was alive-) and because of that he tends to overthink and be in his own head too much. adam's fatal flaw might be that he wants to sit down and puzzle through things instead of reacting. while it's good to keep a clear head sometimes you do need to react in the moment and stand up for yourself (which he learns by the end! go adam!!!) adam loves working with his hands. while barbara creates, adam maintains. he restores furniture and does woodworking. i do like to mix movie adam with musical adam a bit, because in the movie adam owns a hardware shop, and i think that vibe also fits musical adam as well. adam leans on barbara a lot - when beej is asking them to hire him, he looks helplessly to barbara, and he's always willing to follow her lead. in a sense she wears the pants, but it doesn't read as emasculating to me - barb's strength is leading and adam's is supporting. does not like to yell or wish people unwell. THAT GUY!! NEEDS!! therapy, i hope he gets the help he needs :( to me this, combined with him honestly thinking beej might be his dad for a moment, reads as someone who had a very turbulent early childhood. a negligent or possibly abusive father who disappeared early enough in his life that adam doesn't remember his face. maybe he doesnt like to yell because that's what his own father did, and he doesnt want to be like his dad. he wants to be better than that. his not knowing his father could also lead into his fear of becoming one - he didn't have a strong father figure growing up, and he's never had that behavior modeled for him

The Maitlands as one - they should be like two halves of a whole. barb might lead, but she never steps on adam. adam might support, but his own impute is never stifled. barbara will encourage adam to be more brave and outgoing. adam will help barbara keep her temper or talk through things that frustrate her. they're so in love it's kinda gross.

#answered asks #i hope this is helpful or makes sense!!! #i think about these dead people a lot lol

[livsspecialinterests]

don't really know what I'm writing or why but it's 0350am and I'm sitting in bed unable to get back to sleep having a weird slight panic

idk whether I'm feeling a bit of a writing slump because I know that the dead should stay dead still has quite a way to go and some part of me worries that by the time I've gotten at the very least to the next big plot point a lot of people may very well have lost interest in the fandom

like I know it's silly because there's probably always going to be some sort of fandom around BJTM but this little community means so much to me and has meant so much to me during a really difficult and life altering time, I mean for gods sake I started writing fics to try to figure out my own meltdowns

plus at this point I really have no other strong interests, idk maybe I'll get super into Doctor Who again with the specials and the new series starting but I've really gone hard on the One Interest

I really love the last few chapters of the dead should stay dead but it's felt a bit different writing them. maybe it's because I feel a little guilty spending whole days on chapters when I've got so much that I need to do for work (I know it sounds sad but there's exams, portfolio etc), plus I'd really like to give writing original fiction another go

there's also that gnawing fear that the fandom is going to like... vanish, which again is probably not true in its entirety but once the tour ends I can see some people falling off or finding another thing

also people leaving or drifting away from the fandom is a completely okay thing to do I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad if that's what they want to do

it's also not to say that people are obliged to engage with or comment on my fics or hell even read them, of course no one *has to* do anything in fandom it's a bunch of people just having fun

I know I should just write for my own fun and enrichment but external validation is nice, okay? plus these past few weeks the external validation and thinking 'no, I want to write this for the people who are reading the fic and want to know what happens next' have been big motivators

my main motivator used to be this absolutely unstoppable creative drive and love for the show and it's characters (which is still there, I'm unfortunately going to love this silly show until the day I die I think) but this past week I've found that I'd rather study for my work exams than spend time writing a few paragraphs

if I cool it off a little with the frequency of chapter updates it'll probably be a net good for me, I really need to buckle down and get these exams passed, I need to start actually engaging in planning my career because I think in my head I've been thinking I might get a book published one day and as a result I've been sort of half neglecting the actual really decent career I've got

but also my mental health is so much better, I've mostly healed from a lot of my late diagnosed autistic trauma, plus work is actually quite good right now?

maybe more of my writing for BJTM fics was motivated by being mentally ill than I originally thought, and maybe I don't *need* to write fics anymore but I want to and I want to still love writing fics as much as I did back when I was having that difficult time, where it was a huge personal comfort to be able to write Beej having a hard time in very specific ways and have other people comfort him

I have said to my husband that I'll probably cool it with the fics once I've finished the dead should stay dead and am going to focus my creative energy on something original to see where that goes but there's still so much to go on the dead should stay dead..

that silly little fic has become like my baby, I want to write it all, flesh out the characters before the next Big Thing happens, I want to do my ideas justice but I also want to make sure there are people still in the fandom to read it once I get to that point

again I'm super tired it's the middle of the night and I'm rambling, I don't want to imply that anyone reading this should carry on reading something they don't enjoy, and I don't even think the number of people reading the fic has even gone down, I've just woken up this morning full of dread for the fandom changing because, fandom and interests wise, BJTM is kind of all I've got right now.

I didn't really belong to a fandom for years after BBC Sherlock ended and I realised while watching the 4th series that it wasn't that good there was just a very passionate fan base and that's what I likes (I know, I know), BJTM was the first thing I got really into for ages and the first thing I got really into while figuring out what it was that I got *really into* stuff (autism)

obviously no one has to stick around in a fandom for the benefit of a silly autistic fanfic author whos terrified of change, and please, please don't think that's what I'm implying or what I want

ughh idk what I'm even writing, I should probably just reach out more to people but doing that is scary without the buffer of a fic

I should also probably invest more time in doing stuff irl but I know that no hobby gives me the joy that writing gives me, like when I'm really vibing with something there really are few better things for me than being safe at home and writing

also maybe I should try to get into some other stuff but I don't really want to but equally I know the BJTM fandom isn't going to last forever I just.... 🙃

the silly musical and the silly community that has sprung up around it and making art and writing fics for it has saved me in so many ways I'm just scaaarrreedddd (and also tired and typing this at 4am so I might be being dramatic for nothing, plus I know I struggle with assuming any fleeting emotion is going to last forever, maybe I'll feel different in a weeks time idk)

anyway I'm going to try to get a little bit more sleep because I've got to be up for work at 6 for my actual grownup job that I should probably pay more attention to

(this is also totally not some way to subtly say I'm not going to finish the dead should stay dead BTW, I love that fic and I'm proud of what it is and what I've got planned for it, so to the people who are still reading please don't worry 💜)

#beetlejuice #personal #I'm genuinely not trying to be passive aggressive at anyone or whining to make people interact with me #Like really genuinely people need to do what they want and what makes them happy #I'm just scared of falling out of the fandom #and Im equally scared of sticking around and being the only one left because I was too stubborn to find other interests #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical

[mysteroads]

New Fic!

Realized I hadn't posted it on Tumblr, so here ya go! This one is a time skip back to when BJ just got back, before he's "settled down". Also my first foray into Barbara's POV! Heaven help me.

Summary: Beetlejuice is officially back in the Deetz/Maitland house! However, despite apologies all around and Rules, it's not all sunshine, holding hands, and singing kumbaya. Barbara especially is having a hard time warming up to the new house demon, and Beetlejuice isn't making things easier. But not to worry, because Lydia has a plan. What could be better for bonding than a bit of mayhem?

EXCERPT: Chapter 1: A New Perspective

Lydia came into breakfast with Beetlejuice floating behind her on his back, lounging with the same relaxed sprawl as a man on a swim lounge. Barbara, busy cooking breakfast, watched the demon with more than a little wariness as she nudged the sausage around the pan. 

Beetlejuice had been officially “back” for a week, and she couldn’t help the swirl of discomfort whenever she saw him. His reintroduction had been rough: two weeks of baffling family pranks followed by one gigantic prank played on Lydia’s school… with Lydia’s full knowledge and gleeful participation. 

Barbara still wasn’t sure how to feel about Lydia’s deception. Lydia, amazing girl that she was, could be a wild card. Barbara also realized that Lydia had yet to say hello, the girl’s full focus on the demon. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that either.

“Are you going to actually sit and eat breakfast like a normal person today?” Lydia asked the demon, her voice still slurred with sleepiness. Like most teens, she was not a morning person. 

Beetlejuice flipped around so he was sitting on air and struck a thoughtful pose. “Like a normal person? Now that is a deep thought, Lyds.”

“It really isn’t.”

“It could be.”

Lydia poured herself some orange juice, squinting at the glass with the concentration of a drunk demonstrating sobriety. “Beej, you’re too shallow to have anything deep, much less deep thought. Now sit down and have breakfast.”

He cackled, which made Barbara wince. The man— demon had a laugh that could rattle windows. Lydia transferred her squint to him, and when he grinned back, Barbara felt a thrill of alarm. There was always a bit of mischief in Beetlejuice’s expression. They’d learned that fast, even before the reintroduction. But now his yellow eyes were dancing and there was a tiny bit of malice in his smile. “You know, maybe I will sit down, since you insist, but normal? That sounds downright boring.”

He snapped his fingers and the world twisted. 

“Oh my goodness!” Barbara shrieked, dropping her spatula. At the same time, there was a thud and Lydia let out an “Oof!” of surprise.

They were on the ceiling. Or was the ceiling under them? Everything was the same, but… no, the room had flipped. Her spatula had fallen and hit the lamp, which was now on the ground, next to a very annoyed Lydia. Beetlejuice, smirking, pulled out a chair and settled himself. “Morning, Babs,” he said cheerfully. He picked up Lydia’s juice and gulped it down. 

“Beetlejuice,” she said, hating how her voice shook. “What did you just do?”

“You got eyes.” He looked around, so obviously pleased himself it made her want to smack him. 

“You need to undo it!”

“Do I, though? I’m comfy.” He turned to look at her, yellow eyes intense. “You’re comfy, ain’t you, ghost girl?” 

#beetlejuice the musical #beeltejuice fanfiction #Strange and Unusual Summer #ao3 #fanfiction #found family #funny #barbara maitland #adam maitland #beetlejuice #lydia deetz #my works

[hoodoo12]

Couch

The creative well is a little dry but pounding this out (lol) this morning helped.

NSFW, Beetlejuice/f!reader

Enjoy!

You pointed to a spot on the cushions. 

“Come sit right here,” you said, in a tone that was a heavier than a question. 

Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow and half his mouth lifted in a smile but he walked over without a word. “On your lap?” “Nope,” you replied. “Between my legs.”

You spread your knees, fully aware that the boyshorts you wore didn’t cover you well and if he didn’t see them riding up a little into your pussy, he was looking hard enough. The roots of his hair became a bleeding into a deeper magenta. He saw. “Come on. Oh, and lose the clothes.”

In a blink he was nude and standing with the front of his legs pressed to the couch, between yours. It was easy to read the hunger on his face; he bit his lower lip as his eyes skipped over yourr tight nipples poking at the thin fabric of your tank top, down to the inviting space at your groin. Placing his hands on your knees and leaning forward, making his hard cock drop away from his belly, he asked in a husky voice, “You wanna scoot a little forward, babes? Want me to fuck you while I’m kneeling on the floor?”

You cupped your own tits as you smiled up at him. “Nope,” you repeated sweetly. “Like I said, I want you to sit down.”

You patted the pink velvet cushion you were sitting on again. Taking his waist to guide him, you turned him so his back was to you. You pressed yourself against the back of the couch so he had room to sit, then wrapped your legs over his to keep him in place. Although you couldn’t see the fire now, youo could feel it on your exposed legs. You tucked your arms under his so you could keep him leaning back against you, and began stroking his chest and stomach in random patterns. Kissing the only skin you could reach--his shoulders and just under the nape of his neck--you let him settle in before telling him to reach behind and grab the curved wood of the back of the couch. You could feel Beej’s moment of hesitation. It was unclear exactly what he was thinking so you took his elbows and smoothly lifted his arms as asked. The position arched him a bit and once his hands were on the wood you let his arms go, returning to caressing his front. Eventually your fingers made it to the tops of his thighs. You dipped them to the softer skin on his inner thighs and let your fingernails scrape lightly just to feel a moan begin to build in his chest. You smiled against his back. Removing all but your first finger from him, you drew it up his balls. The sack tightened under the light touch, making you smile again. You dragged the same single finger up the underside of his cock and it bounced against his pubic bone. The moan finally escaped his lips and you laughed a little. You ignored his cock then, going back to caressing his front. You pinched his nipples just to make him suck in his breath, then did it again for another gasp. Beetlejuice rocked his head back as if to kiss you, but you were too buried behind him for any contact. Walking your fingers up his neck to his mouth, you said, “Make them wet.” There was no hesitation at that request. Beetlejuice sucked your fingers as a group and then individually. He licked your palm. You should have set up a mirror so you could see everything that he did and his expressions. Maybe next time. You made sure the webbing between your thumb and first finger was dripping, then you disengaged his mouth and dropped your hand to his cock again. Wrapping your hand around it, you whispered, “I’m going to jerk you off. You’re going to lean back against me and take it.”

To emphasize your point, you tightened your legs more firmly over his and slipped  your free arm up one of his to keep him locked into position. With no further warning, you did as promised. 

Your hand moved slickly over his cock, slow then fast, up and down then twisting. You tried to mix up your movements to string him along as much as possible; from the sounds and the involuntary spasms he made you succeeded. Beetlejuice moaned and gasped. He trembled and strained against your hold, although the underlying current was that he liked the restraint and only moved against it to keep it tight. When you realized that, you took a hunk of flesh between your teeth too, which made him actually cry out. If you had his ability to throw your voice, you’d have praised and encouraged him. “Your cock is so hard.” “You’re so fucking hot like this, Beej.” “I want you to come on my hand.”

As you didn’t have his trick, you simply moaned with him. He whined at the stimulation. Now he attempted to drive his hips upward, planting the balls of his feet on the floor to give himself some leverage. You didn’t stop him. You released the skin you’d taken into her mouth and whispered, “You want to fuck yourself on my hand, Beej?” Beetlejuice, his hair a mess of brilliant pinks, nodded feverishly.

“Good boy.” With that, you kept your hand wrapped around his cock but stopped stroking him. The next second, Beej did just as you said: fucking your fist in tiny, increasingly frantic pumps. He dropped his head to watch his groin while you kissed away the teeth marks you had left on his shoulder. His movements, unlike yours, began shaking the couch. Since he was still entangled in your legs and not letting go of the back of the couch, you could feel the tension growing in him. 

His breath became a raspy groan. Your hand was no longer as slick as in the beginning but that didn’t seem to matter to him; he continued to fuck himself at the pace he wanted. His rhythm became choppy, and if you had your way you would have stopped, just to give him a break so this could continue a little longer. But Beetlejuice was too far gone. With a deep cry, everything muscle in his body tensed like he was going to snap, then in the next moment thick come spurted over your fist. You couldn’t see it, of course, but its cool temperature and the throbbing in his cock as he ejaculated was more than familiar. 

He jerked a little, post orgasm. As you let go of his arm, you realized how tightly you’d been holding it when your fingers ached. You murmured an apology as you also unhooked your legs off of his. 

Freed, Beetlejuice relaxed against you again for a moment. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered in praise, but quietly, like he was exhausted. “You liked it?”

“It was fucking amazing. You’re the best! I’m going to have to step up my game to repay you.”

“I’m sure you will,” you giggled. 

fin!

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #writing #fan fiction #one shot

[remyfire]

I think the funniest thing about Hawk being Like That is that Alan Alda has writers credits on the show. This man voluntarily made his character the most touch starved needy desperate person on the planet and that's so fucking insane of him. But also Mr Alda I would like to give you a little hug and a kiss for giving him to us because I love him with my whole heart. And don't even get me started on the fact that Hawkeye yelled to a general "I want to have your baby!" In literally the first season. Like Hawkeye my love not everyone needs to know you want to be pregnant 😂 And truly he deserves to be absolutely smothered with cuddles, everyone loves him and he loves everyone and I think it could help fix him.

Listen my Trap brain is always on, he's my man, I am thinking about him quite literally daily. And now that you reminded me of the priest line I'm gonna think of that too! Like Trapper my love what happened in your past? Did your parents give you that many names in hopes you'd be a priest? Did you pick one yourself for confirmation? Why did you keep all of the names despite seemingly abandoning the religion? I am peering at him like a bug under a microscope and there's nothing he can do about it.

That little coffee through line with Margret is so cute! Even though I'm sure it was unintentional on the show's part I definitely couldn't help but think of it and flash back to The Nurses in both the scenes in Temporary Duty and CAVE. Margaret and cups of coffee representing her character growth is honestly so sweet and I love it. Also ooohhhh self proclaimed Military Brat Margaret Houlihan realizing that the Army Way isn't the only way or even the best way, and the things that would DO to her. The realization that what she's learned her whole life isn't necessarily good, and having to contend with what that means for her and her career and her personality. And also having to face her father after that, because we see in Are You Now, Margaret? that she cares very much about disappointing him and even affecting his career. Would such a realization maybe help her become more of her own person that isn't living only to make her father proud and keep up the Houlihan name? Or is her desire to be a point of pride for her family more important to her than her personal development? Truly she's so fascinating to me. And it's definitely an interesting parallel with Mulcahy, both of them having something so deeply ingrained in them that it h u r t s when it's finally inevitably broken out.

Everyone in this show suffered enough in the narrative for several lifetimes but damn if I don't wanna give them a little bit more hardship to really crack them open and wrap up their character development in the way they deserve. I'll definitely give them softness and love but first they need a little bit of pain I think 😂

(Also I am officially onto season 8! I finished Goodbye Radar last night and was a Wreck. Man I love this show)

Okay hi again anon, sorry for making this sit while thinking too hard about Hawk and Beje and Trap things.

I swear that Alan did more to break and attempt to breed Hawk than any of us fanfic authors have ever done. I am not entirely convinced that this man didn't start getting the bends once he couldn't whump Hawk anymore and instead pivoted to writing fanfics for the old distant zines that popped up in the '80s. He probably has multiple AO3 accounts right now just churning out agonizing pain. Alan we know what you are.

I do hate that we got so little development for Trap compared to Beej but it's also delightful because it means all of us get to sit here and rotate him on a merry-go-round that goes faster and faster and never stops. Anything is possible. He's so INTERESTING!!! He's like half a guy! No matter what anyone says, they could probably make it work! And that means I am in fact slam dunking the religious trauma into him at breakneck speeds. Sorry, bud (lie).

I'm so glad you mentioned Are You Now Margaret because that's one of those underrated episodes that always has its teeth so deep in me. We learn so much about her so fast. Her big friend group!! She had so many people who loved her and who she loves enough that she refuses to endanger them even though she hasn't spoken to make in years!! The fact that she will give her father that kind of deference even though we all know in our bones that he doesn't deserve it! God, Margaret.

I love people like you who run in with a wrecking ball just absolute decimating all these characters that we know and love so that I can come in after in my little clown car with hot chocolate and blankets. I am a simple author. I know what my duty is here. And it's getting everybody laid by everybody else but ALSO giving them extreme amounts of aftercare and pillow nests ;v; We all share such a vital role in this ecosystem.

#and my role is to be very simple and i know this #my ramblings #long post

[ezrisdax-archive]

i wanna know YOUR top 5 d20 seasons now 👀 but also top 5 trek femslash pairongs so i can pay attention to them when i eventually have crawled through the original series

dimension 20:

Fantasy High - cause I'm basic and @counterspelling got me into it that way. "you've gotta watch it beej, it's so funny" and now because of that the two of us watch the shows as they premiere together. but yeah I love these bad kids and cycle through my own faves of them but c'mon the set up is just so fun and such a cool idea and then you hit that second episode and jfc, this is a little fucked up actually and you're hooked! you're just hooked!

Mice & Murder - I need this to have a sequel cause it was just so funny and I'm a sucker for a murder mystery type deal and grant and rekha are pure fucking chaos together and I miss raph, bring this cast back pls

A Court of Fey and Flowers - I honestly wasn't sold on this one at first cause regency stuff isn't my thing but holy shit, this one goes hard and I fucking loved it.

The Seven - for exactly the same reasons as you, I mean how can you not love this one, I will take twenty seasons of their quests now thank you

Unsleeping City - this one also took a bit for me to warm up to it but I find it a comfort one to watch now, I love Lou and Ally's characters and how they bounce off of each other and the way their relationship grew in the second season too. also Zac playing a one brain cell firefighter is just so fucking funny

trek femslash, okay so you know most of these aren't gonna be from TOS right? like TOS doesn't even have enough you can really make a top five really. also this one is not in a specific order at all unlike the other lists because it changes as I change. anyway here it is also in a specific order because I'm a liar.

B'Elanna/Seven - at least once a week I text @trillscienceofficer a thing about B7 because the two of us are so fucked up on it. it's about how they mirror each other....it's about how similar they are and can't and can see that and hate that in each other but admire each other. it's about how Seven is out here awkwardly flirting with B'Elanna like c'mon. I wrote a whole fucking essay about it! an essay!!!! (basically if you wanna know more please read that essay least I turn this into another essay about them)

Tasha/Deanna - I always think of this pairing in the sense of what could have been and what we did have still. Like in season one they were always reaching out to each other when the other was hurt or under the influence and then Tasha dies! she just dies! on a mission that was meant to save Deanna! I'm just supposed to go on with my life after that???? Like god, I can only imagine the episode when Deanna loses her powers and Tasha being there for her in that one or when Tasha's sister comes on the ship and Deanna being there for her in confronting the past and what she had to do to survive. I love them for what we got in s1 but I'm forever haunted but what else could have been there.

Uhura/T'Pring - they had one scene. one. where Uhura is out here like "hey Spock your fiance is beautiful" and damn if she a) wasn't right and b) on her way to steal Spock's fiance. that's all it took for me okay, I'm easy! sure this ship requires a lot of extrapolation and we don't know anything about T'Pring really (SNW don't interact) but I know in my heart I can fix that.

Jadzia/Lenara - the big canon femslash ship of 90s cause they got to kiss on screen and do you have any idea how that rewired my brain, like sure I took way too long to figure out I liked girls too but that episode lived in my head rent free. and it was about how they couldn't be together! there were too many external factors! and they missed their chance! they missed their chance!!!!!!!!!! the scene where they pull away from each other realizing this isn't going to happen.....god.....just end me and bury me with that scene thanks.

Beckett/T'Lyn - this one is new and currently at the top because of the newness to me and the season just ended so it's my head. like I went in the season expecting to really like T'Lyn/Tendi and I did! but I came out liking these two more, there's just something about that episode where they really bonded and understood each other. I really need more of them in the future.

#replies in thirty minutes or they're free #quicklings #beej talks star trek

[amrv-5]

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) for Beej and/or Hawk!!!

AHH HELLO!!!!! Thanks so much for the ask these are so fun. Also they got insanely long I'm so sorry but okay okay answers below the cut for obvious reasons:

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Gonna answer these separately and then as a set, so, for my take on BJ I really think (very similarly to you LOL we are putting that man in situations) he spent a lot of time in his early life without casual intimacy and touch, so contact is hugely important in the way he perceives romantic/sexual intimacy. Holding hands in the moment, lots of kissing, the more points of intentional contact the better. I think my take on BJ tends to make him a little shier than some, so I think he has difficulty on occasion--and especially with new partners--relaxing into it. He likes giving more than receiving in general because I do think he's got some lingering guilt surrounding sex, pleasure, comfort, etc. He's more skittish than he seems.

My take on Hawk is that he's comparatively far more comfortable with sex, both giving and receiving, but intimacy is a different question. I think a lot of the sex he has is fun, casual, and in general just a way to have a good time. It's far less often he gets intimate with somebody who he's also extremely emotionally involved with, and that gets complex fast. When he's into it in that emotionally devoted way, it can be frightening, because he falls fast and hard, and if he's not sure the other person is feeling with the same level of intensity, well, he's vulnerable and easy to hurt. But if the other person is on the same page it's mind-blowing.

Now, these two as a couple. I think they're both very heady and interior people in their own complex and unique ways. BJ for his part reaps a lot of benefit from Hawkeye being very enthusiastic and unembarrassed about sex. I think they both also get a lot of pleasure out of giving, so it helps BJ early-on learn to let himself be the center of attention when he realizes Hawkeye actually likes, you know, body-worshipping him and so on. And Hawkeye sometimes just needs something to ground him and get him out of his head, and BJ is very good at providing the level of supportive, total-trust intimacy and care during sex that means the world to a Hawkeye who has been let down a number of times in the past.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

BJ I'm going to say yes, with the caveat that at first it absolutely would have had to be initiated by a partner. Very skittish, my Beej, but also generally quite good at wanting to please. He'll try anything...as long as he's told exactly what that entails. Doesn't want to be embarrassed. Later on, though, once he's unlearned some of that fear and leaned into being competent, especially with a partner he knows and trusts, he's totally game.

Hawkeye is definitely a try-anything-once kind of guy to me. He's empathetic, naturally curious, and generally just a fan of people, so I think he's able to enjoy just about anything (or at least well enough to give it a shot) if he understands the reasoning behind it.

Beejhawk take is that they're anything, anytime with each other. Maybe one or the other is occasionally lightly reluctant to bring something up they'd want to try (who among us isn't occasionally embarrassed by desire, see the way this played out in the breeding kink fic basically), but once one or the other brings it up it's an instant 'sure why not.' And more often than not the other one will end up finding something extremely hot if the other is into it. They just really gel and genuinely trust and like each other, which I think lends itself to experimentation.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Actually I'm just answering this one for Beejhawk (one track mind sorry), and my instinctive first answer was no, and then I decided yes, actually, but I don't think they necessarily see them as 'toys,' if that tracks. Like, do they have toys? No! Well, I mean, they've got that one old tie of Hawkeye's that has suspiciously bedpost-shaped fraying patterns, or a retired belt of BJ's that has an interesting crease where it's been folded in half an awful lot, and oh yeah, there's that glass thing they bought a year or two back, and Hawkeye brought home some sort of massage thing one time but the plug broke... and so on. Their experimentation is more scenario than object-based to me, but like, they get around. I don't think they really come into play frequently except as a couple? No justification, just vibes.

#ask game #these are so fun actually AHHHH thank you for the ask!!!!!!

[obsessive-ego]

Y/N: “Did you do the laundry?“ Beej: “ yes, now where’s my kiss?" He gets his kiss ❤️ Beej: "Sooo what do I have to do for kissing down south?" Y/N: "....Clean the shower"

How to make your house demon helpful lol

Casually drags this in the gutter, just a little ramble

Nsft reader uses they/them pronouns but has a vagina

You come home to a fully cleaned house, you see beej glowing pink sitting on the couch as smig as can be

"what's this gonna cost me?" You laugh awkwardly

Beetlejuice snorts "what? Can't a ghoul tidy up for his hardworking breather without any ulterior motive?"

"I'm sorry beej, I should think more highly of you, I really appreciate this and-"

"Sit on my face"

You stare at him alittle in shock, it really didn't take him long to admit what he wanted

"I want a kiss from your coochie" he wags his tongue at you

"Ah, are you sure? Because I wouldn't mind doing-" you babble trying to worm your way out of it, it's not like beej hasn't had his mouth down there before, you just always feel so self conscious about putting your full weight on his face

"Pwease♡"

Well he DID spare you of wasting your free time on chores

"Alright" you sigh slipping down your pants

"Whoa there sweet stuff, you wanna jump a guy now? You're such a little minx♡" he purrs pink shifting to magenta "if you insist" he motions you to come closer and your body asks on its own, as you're forced to make your way over to him Beetlejuice lays down on the couch, positioning himself to accept what he called a "coochie kiss"

You gently position yourself over the ghoul, a knee on either side of his head, you hover your sex an inch or two above his mouth

"Come on toots, stop holdin' out on me" Beetlejuice snarls before roughly grabbing your hips and slamming you down against him

"Bee-! Ah♡" You scream, originally in shock from his actions but blooming into a shout of pleasure as the demon's long cold tongue swirled around your sex, his nose clumsily bumping against your clituris.

You could get used to face sitting, and beej's little trade game

#beetlejuice x reader #rambling #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft