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finally having some courage to post some bj sketches,,,, ft bj in lingerie cuz the boy hot™
{{ so like - ya’ll said the first drabble was good so I guess I’m doing another???}} enjoy!
Prompt: Part 2 of you sorrowfully accepting BJ’s offer to marry him so your friends and family are safe.
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Beetlejuice gives you this cake when you start dating him
--#30 7-20-19 'Power Outage'
--I'm horrified.
--The power went out. it came out of nowhere.
--I didn't dare to move from my desk, I didn't know what that thing would do if it saw me wander around. So I sat perfectly still in my desk with my legs up to my chest. Then it spoke to me, it was like someone was sitting right there to the left of me.
--Then it spoke. It kept saying "S̴a̴y̶ ̵i̷t̶" over and over again, in this deep husky voice. I would be lying if I said that I didnt feel anything from it. Obviously I tried to scoot away from...him..but i swear to fucking god, He tried to pull me closer to him, I could feel it.
--It felt like forever but the power finally turned back on, and he immediately stopped. Everything stopped. I looked around. I slowly put my legs down and scooted towards my desk.
--I look down at my drawing and I see a huge poorly drawn beetle and what looks like a juice box, and with a little 'x3' beside it. I had no idea what the hell it meant, but...maybe it could figure it out.
--Until next time.
Oh fuck-
You Dirty Perv
Heyo!
So. I do not ask you to forgive me for this, but have some Beetlejuice Smut. My fanfic writing heart has been across like seven fandoms in the last month, so who knows when I’ll do anything specific thing. But for the moment, this dirty rat man owns my heart.
ENJOY or not. Either way.
WARNINGS: Smut, you know, sex and stuff. Spit roasting reader. Talk of naughty body bits and various bodily fluids. Don’t have sex with demons kids.
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Hey so I was wondering if you could write a Beetlejuice/reader fic where the reader has a thing for beetlejuice’s voice. Like a voice kink.
I, too, love the Beetleman’s voice.
Thanks for the request Anon :) enjoy
It does get spicy so 18+ only please :)
I tried to put a cut in and it didn’t??? So 18+ only please, for emphasis
Beetlejuice x Reader with a voice kink, basically
When you first met Beetlejuice, you honestly had no idea what to make of his voice. It sounded like his vocal cords had passed through a paper shredder and were haphazardly stapled back together by some guy with shaky hands, yet he used his voice to say the raunchiest and, admittedly, sexiest things.
At first, you brushed off all of his flirtatious behavior because you knew guys like him flirted with just about every pretty human they could get their eyes on. In Beej’s case, people either didn’t hear him because he was invisible to them, or they ran away screaming. He always wore a proud grin though, regardless of how they reacted. Slowly, however, you started to notice that his passing remarks and sexual comments targeted at other breathers had taken a sharp turn towards the Netherworld. They all but stopped completely. Then, for a week in a row, you kept track, he didn’t say anything remotely suggestive to anyone except you.
And you were smitten.
With every ridiculous thing that came out of his mouth, you fell more and more for his gravely voice.
You got home one day while Beej was still out and thought, sincerely, about the idea of letting this ghost actually… come onto you. Maybe he was’t into you like you thought he was, but having observed how he usually acted and seeing how that changed when you started hanging out with him more, you started hoping that he was interested.
He came over later that night and immediately asked to watch a movie.
“Hey babes!” he yelled through the apartment as soon as he opened the door. “Let’s watch something!”
When he raised his voice it rang through your ears and made your heart start pumping faster. He walked up to your dinner table where you were finishing the quick dinner you had made yourself.
“How about we do something different tonight. We’ve been watching a lot of movies.”
He pulled out the chair closest to you and plopped himself down heavily, spreading his legs and leaning back in the chair. You glanced out of the corner of your eye at his very cute thighs.
“Like what, babes?”
“Well… you could read me a story,” you said, making bashful eye contact with the demon.
“Sure sweet cheeks, so long as it’s something dirty.” His eyebrows went wild as he tilted his chin up and crossed his arms. His voice sunk low and seductive. You winced a little at that and his proceeding actions and took a quiet breath.
“I was thinking more along the lines of…” You tried to think of something that you’d enjoy more, or that would be less obvious, but you couldn’t. Your mind was already fantasizing him saying all sorts of things quietly and close to your ear. “Actually, that sounds good to me.”
Beetlejuice stood up, eyes wide, hair going pink a bit to match his blushing face. He was quiet for a moment before asking, “For real? Shit. This is gonna be great!” He ran off towards your bedroom, where he knew you kept physical copies of old smut books you had bought up at garage sales over the past couple of years.
You practically threw your plate into the sink and ran after him, giddy and light on your feet.
When you got to the door of your bedroom you saw BJ laying on his side on your bed, waving a book in the air, eyebrows all over his face once again. You hopped up onto your side of the bed and laid on your back, not sure if you could handle looking at him while he was reading.
He very sassily flicked the book open with his wrist, eyeing you the entire time. Then, the bastard cleared his throat as if to taunt you, preparing to read whatever piece of smut literature he picked out.
“Okay babes, this oughta be good.”
There was almost no foreplay in the writing. It got right to the action and Beej kept leaning closer and closer to you with every explicit sentence he read.
It was horribly written, but it did the job.
“’Ah fuck,’ said Veronica. ‘I’m gonna ride you to the moon baby,’” read the demon. Then he giggled. Whoa.
You couldn’t help a moan from escaping you. The combination of his dirty talk, although indirect, and the little giggle sent you over.
A deep blush spread over your cheeks.
Beej stopped reading for a moment before he resumed, clearly having heard you but not saying anything. Maybe he thought it was the smut that was getting to you.
You noticed, however, that he has somehow gotten a few inches closer, and that his voice dropped to a lower, raspier, growlier register. He also slowed down his pace and turned up the dramatics, really trying to sell every word he was reading.
You closed your eyes and kept listening, trying to keep yourself together while you melted at the sound of his sweet words.
His voice got a lot closer to your ear too, and you felt the bed sink in a little.
“He licked up the length of her clit, slowly, patiently.” His lips touched your ear at the last word, which he delivered in the quietest, raspiest voice you thought he could muster. The seductiveness in his voice was overwhelming. You opened your eyes for just a second and saw the book laying down on the comforter. He was just improvising dirty talk to you.
Holy crap. He was dirty talking to you.
You swallowed hard and prayed that he kept going.
“He shifted his weight to be further up on her, now lavishing her stomach with succulent kisses.” Fuck. You moaned again and grabbed your shirt, clenching the fabric in your fist.
You felt him mimic his own words as the weight of his hands being placed on either side of you sank into the mattress. A leg slid between your own.
His mouth was still almost pressed against your ear, voice low and slow.
“He worked his way up, savoring the view of her naked body beneath him.”
You bit your lip. Hard.
His leg pressed up into your crotch and you tightened your everything at the sensation of his touch.
He became even quieter. “Is this okay?” he asked.
You squeezed your shirt even more and nodded twice.
“Good.” Then he giggled against your ear, lips touching your skin. He nipped your lobe with his sharp teeth.
He kept this going for at least another thirty minutes, lowering his body onto yours once his arms got tired from supporting his own weight, but he never groped you or got physical while he turned you into a hot mess with just his voice. He was enjoying pleasuring you more than he had enjoyed anything in a while, savoring the opportunity to be so intimate with you. He had abandoned being flirtatious with everyone else to show you he cared, or rather he had forgotten about making sly digs at others because you were always on his mind. Your sweet smile. He didn’t expect you to have the same feelings for him even though he was working hard to deliver the idea without saying it that he liked you, so when you moaned and tensed with only the sound his voice, he was thrilled. When you didn’t shy him away when he moved on top of you, he was ecstatic.
“Babes,” he said after having thoroughly wrecked you. “Were you just horny, or are you actually kinda into me?” You glanced over, still sweaty, and saw him bite the inside of his cheek. You knew he might have doubts about your liking him, but after that, after letting him do all of that, you couldn’t believe that he doubted your liking him.
You turned on your side to face him. He was laying beside you on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. “Beej. I really like you.”
His face fell to meet your eyes then he hopped up on his knees. Geez, he might as well be waving a little puppy tail behind him looking like that. “Really hot stuff?! I like you too!”
“I know.” You smirked at him and he dropped and pushed you down into the bed, smirking back just as enthusiastically.
Say My Name
Hello! This is my first Beetlejuice fic. Hope you enjoy and please do send any requests for more/headcanons etc.
Title: Say My Name
Rating: 18+ ( Whilst not everything I write will be 18+ this entire blog is, so if I find out anyone under 18 is requesting or reblogging I’ll have to block you. I am sorry about that but rules are rules.)
As with everything I write, I’ll make sure to keep a lil list/tag everything that could cause any triggers~ Any feedback, like, reblogs etc would be great as I am constantly trying to improve my writing. Hope you all enjoy
Word Count - 4224 Tags - sex, stalking, rough sex, bad language, slight daddy kink elements (very slight) fluff, praise kink. Its a smut fic that pretty much says it all.
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Corpse Groom Chapter 1
(Beetlejuice x Reader Corpse Bride Au)
So I’m gonna make this a fem reader x Beetle, but I am also writing a male reader x beetle version with essentially the same plot (just some additional Gay Angst™️ bc my queer ass thinks everyone deserves a piece of Victorian Beetlejuice). This will follow the general plot of the Corpse Bride movie, with a few (glaring) differences. I hope you enjoy! 💚
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The sun still hadn’t graced the horizon yet- but here you were, gripping your bed post and wincing as your maid tightened your corset painfully tight.
“Wh-why- OW. Why him?” Y/n stuttered out mournfully to yourself. Your maid, Gwyneth, of course offered no reply and you were already well aware ‘why him’.
Your family was almost out of funds completely. Scraping by on an almost meaningless title and reputation alone was what got you to the point of needing a marriage arranged in the first place- and you could not have hated it more.
He was a wealthy man, almost sinfully so. Unfortunately, Lord Byron Wallace was equally known for his abhorrent personality as he was for his wealth. A recent widower, fifteen years (perhaps more) your senior, he was well known for being a vile, cruel and selfish man- and there had been whispers in town that his wife had died under suspicious, perhaps violent circumstances. Your parents couldn’t care less about the town gossip- or the undeniable fact that he most certainly mistreated her while she was still alive. You were young and pretty and had caught the Lord Wallace’s attention only a few weeks after his wife’s passing. He offered an exorbitant dowry, as well as monthly allowance to your family estate in exchange for your hand in marriage. Today was to be the first of only a small handful of arranged, chaperoned meetings with the man before you were to be wed. You felt ill.
“Come sit.” Gwyneth said, finally tying and finishing with the corset. You could scarcely breathe, and you walked as best you could to sit so Gwyneth could begin working on your hair. You examined yourself in the mirror as she set to work brushing and pinning and braiding your hair in a complex, extravagant style. Your eyes were sad, almost dead looking. You’d scarcely slept the night before, and you’d declined breakfast due to your upset stomach. The dark circles under your eyes would be covered in makeup soon enough, but no amount of makeup could hide the sadness in them.
I doubt he’ll be looking at my eyes much anyhow...
You thought bitterly, wincing as Gwyneth tugged particularly hard on a few strands. She worked as quickly as she could, but your hair alone took nearly an hour. You glanced out the window at the sun now peeking over the forest, “And what time will the Lord Wallace be gracing is with his presence?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm as Gwyneth stood you up to put on the remainder of your dress.
“He should be here at ten, miss.”
You groaned,
Lovely, that gives mother and father an hour to lecture and berate me before his arrival.
You returned to the vanity, “Might I do my own cosmetics today?” Your voice was hopeful as you reached for the pearl inlaid box that held the creams and brushes. Before you could reach it, Gwyneth batted your hand away,
“No, I’m sorry Y/n, but your mother gave me specific directions as to how to apply it for you today.” You groaned and closed your eyes, willing this day to end quickly.
Once you were sufficiently ready you were guided, though dragged may have been a more accurate descriptor, downstairs. The moment you stepped into the parlor, your parents descended on you like vultures upon a carcass. The responses and nods flowed from you in practiced demure confirmation. Your mind was elsewhere as they coached and lectured- in your mind’s eye you were walking through the forest, fingertips brushing the rough bark on the trees, lungs full of the crisp fresh air.
Your illusion was shattered at the sound of the echoing doorbell.
“Do not mess this up.” Your mother hissed one final time as the butler escorted Lord Wallace into the parlor.
He’s even more revolting in person.
Was the only thing you could think as he began conversing with- kissing the ass of- your parents. He finally turned his attention to you.
“I am overjoyed to finally lay eyes on my stunning bride to be.” Lord Wallace crooned as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, sliding an engagement ring on your finge. The action made bile rise in your throat and you barely were able to suppress the visceral grimace from coloring your features. Your mother clapped excitedly at the sight of the ring, chittering about how expensive it must be. You were too busy noticing that he never bothered to meet your eyes, instead letting his leering eyes drag across the exposed skin of your neck as if he was appraising a cut of fine meat.
He’s paying for you like one, it’s only fitting.
A bitter voice in your mind spat.
“You flatter me.” Your voice didn’t even sound like your own. It was overly feminine- soft and lilting. It was sickening.
You were forced to sit through several hours of your ‘groom’ discussing things with your parents. You excused yourself for a moment when they had the audacity to discuss your family history of ‘bearing strong children’- and Wallace commented that he ‘awaited anxiously the day that he could see his wife heavy with his heir’. The mere notion of that made you grateful you hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, but you escaped to the restroom nonetheless. He never referred to you by name- merely as his property. Your mind spiraled into panic and horror, but you collected yourself as best as possible to finish the morning.
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The relief you felt when he finally left was unparalleled- but it was tempered in the dread that it would only be a few days until you had to endure his presence again. After that? Well you couldn’t even begin to process the idea of being with him forever. Now that he’d left, your parents ignored you entirely in lieu of planning the wedding. You took the chance to slip upstairs and change out of the luxurious and horrendously uncomfortable dress (and loosen your corset). Now clad in a much more reasonable dress, you snuck out the back of the house. It wasn’t as though anyone cared about your whereabouts anyways. Your feet carried you to the forest for some peace.
It was as serene as you’d hoped. Quiet save for the rustle of the leaves and the sound of squirrels and other small animals in the trees. You chose a different path than normal- some part of you hoping to escape, or perhaps get lost and swallowed by the woods. The dense branches nearly blotted out the weak autumn sun, leaving you wandering in what felt like a living cocoon. You stopped walking in a heavily shadowed clearing.
Far enough from home you spoke aloud, “Who does that vile beast think he is. He speaks as if he owns me already!” At least this time your voice sounded as you knew it should.
“Is there some miracle out here? A fae prince or something to whisk me away from...” you shuddered in disgust. Looking down at the ring on your hand you pulled it off. Examining it, it looked more like a wedding band than a lavish engagement ring as your mother had implied. You snorted out a sardonic laugh
“Dearly beloved!” You announced in a deep mocking voice to the empty forest around you, with a grand flourish,
“We have gathered here today to witness the marriage of the Lord Bastard Murderer to Y/n Y/l/n - a young woman who for some reason is being offered as sacrifice to this vile beast! If there be any objections: keep them to yourself as this piteous woman shan’t be saved!” Your voice was bitter but you were stuttering with laughter.
“Now, your vows. Lord Murderer, you first.” You put on a mockery of his expression and mocked his voice. “You belong to me as your parents have sold you. I look forward to you giving birth to as many little me’s as possible!” You were crying weakly now.
“And Y/n, your vows.” You continued narrating.
“I vow to be strong, to not bend or buckle under the sorrows and burdens placed on me. I vow to show myself the love I won’t be shown.”
The forest seemed so quiet around you now, your voice coming out small- swallowed by the darkness and the trees. You continued, no longer imagining the Lord Wallace, but perhaps some fae prince as you’d joked- or truly any man that may actually show love and kindness.
“I vow to accept your flaws, as you do mine. I vow to bring you warmth in this cold, cold world. I vow to show you love and loyalty and joy so long as you reciprocate in equal measure. I vow all of this and more-“ your voice cracked as you fell to your knees.
“if you just save me from him.” With shaky hands you put the ring on a twig that stuck up from the ground in front of you. You sniffled weakly, a sad little laugh escaping you, “I do.”
The ground in front of you shifted suddenly. Vibrant green eyes meeting yours as a... man? sat up from the dirt- the twig apparently was one of his fingers. You were terrified, wide eyed and open mouthed- but before you could make sound, his lips parted and he spoke with a deep and gravely voice
“I do.”
Hope you enjoyed chapter one!
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BJ doodles
Hahahahaha I don’t know why I made this… I’m sorry
Here, have a soft & squishy Beej to make up for my mistakes
I’ve noticed a lack of pink Beej in my art tag… Made this to change that :3
other people when they see the words 'here be dragons' on a map: this is a warning sign that this area is dangerous and should be avoided at all costs!
me, an intellectual, when i see the words 'here be dragons' on a map: this is an invitation addressed to me personally