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[sordidsecretspider]

if the beetlejuice soundtrack was a person id marry it

[jetsetlife138]

Hot Mess Prompt Request highbillhader said: 70 and 55 for my boy beetlejuice 55. “You’re in love with me?” 70. “Tell them to fuck off.” Pairing: Dark!Beetlejuice x Fem!Reader Warnings: Dark Beetlejuice, blood play, non-consensual touching, and showcases mental instability. Yikes. Since it was received so well, this is a continuance of this prompt.

Beetlejuice would show you how much you meant to him. He had a few things planned for the two of you to get to know each other in several intimate ways, but he knew what he had to do before you would welcome him into your life willingly. He wasn’t a fool. Beetlejuice would have to break you. Both mentally and physically. 

Though it was a struggle, Beetlejuice had managed to transfer you from the chair to a bed somewhere else in the house. Once you were secured to his liking, you watched as Beetlejuice paced around the room, thinking to himself before finally sharing his thoughts. “We’re going to try a few things today,” Beetlejuice stated, turning around to address you before walking out the door. He returned a few moments later with a large bag. He set it down on the floor on the other side of the room and looked to you with excitement. 

He hummed quietly with contentment before starting to rummage through his bag, eagerly searching for something. Your heart seemed to stop after a silver gleam caught your eye. Your eyes narrowed as you realized that your captor was holding what appeared to be a small jagged knife. 

“Babe?” Beetlejuice asked with a mocking and falsely sweet tone. “What’s wrong?”

“…What’s that for?” you asked, fear evident in your voice. Even from where Beetlejuice was standing, he could see you trembling. 

“Sweetness. I told you that I had a lot planned for us. We’re going to have some fun. In the end, you’ll thank me for it. This is going to bring us closer together.”

Beetlejuice’s words did nothing to ease the tension you felt. He groaned internally with satisfaction at the very image of you looking so helpless and frightened. It was difficult to fight the urge to force himself upon you right then and there, but of course, he would wait. He had been waiting too long to screw everything up now. you were going to get what was coming to you.

Beetlejuice held the knife firmly in his hand as he approached your bedside. “I’m going to prop you up a little bit. Sit up for me.” Slowly and cautiously, you followed his instructions and sat up. 

Once you were situated, Beetlejuice took some of the pillows from beside the bed and placed them behind your back, making things easier for what he had in mind. Beetlejuice then set his knife down for a moment as he removed his outer jacket. You didn’t know how to process any of this. You were busy focusing on the feral look in your captor’s eyes. However, you were abruptly brought back to focus when you noticed that Beetlejuice had started to unbutton your pants before attempting to hike them down past your hips, making you think the worst. Struggling against him, he placed a hand on your cheek to calm you. “Hey, hey, hey. Relax, babe. Remember what we talked about? Just trust me.” Too scared to argue, you allowed him to continue to pull your pants down and pool around your ankles as you were left in your underwear. Beetlejuice then crawled onto the bed and straddled your hips. “So, hot stuff,” Beetlejuice began, pressing the knife against his own cheek while his other hand rubbed your chest lightly. “Are you ready to begin?”

Hesitating before replying, you asked, “B-begin what?” Your breath hitched as Beetlejuice smiled widely, lowering the knife down from his face to hover over your chest. You gasped lightly as Beetlejuice lifted up your shirt just enough to slice through it without cutting you in the process. Once he cut open the top of the shirt, he ripped it open, revealing your flesh. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you bellowed, wriggling around, not liking where this was headed at all. Ignoring your question, Beetlejuice turned his body and cut through your pants as well, tossing the shredded clothes aside so that you were left in nothing but your bra and panties. He took a moment to let his eyes wander over your body, licking his lips with longing. It was getting more and more difficult to keep himself in check with you being so easily accessible. “Beetlejuice, please,” you begged, thinking of anything that you could possibly say to dissuade Beetlejuice from whatever it is that he had planned. “You don’t want to do this. I-I thought you wanted to get to know each other? This isn’t the way to do that.” “No more talking,” Beetlejuice commanded, lightly touching the dull side of the blade to your lips in an attempt to silence you. “But, I-” you mumbled against the knife, ceasing when Beetlejuice gave you another warning glance and pressed the knife harder into your lips. “Do not make me say it again,” he demanded, his temper flaring once more. Though Beetlejuice had been displaying a tough exterior, all he really wanted was to love you and you love him back. He knew that he could show you how easily the two of you could be together. He just had to be a little forceful. That’s all you needed. He wasted no time in placing a surprisingly strong grip around the back of your neck, lifting you up before abruptly smashing a kiss onto his lover’s mouth. You grimaced in disgust, but opened your mouth when Beetlejuice gave a forceful tug to your hair, making you cry out in pain. Beetlejuice took advantage and shoved his tongue into your readily available mouth, tasting every surface, memorizing every crevice with the tip of his tongue. Beetlejuice lost himself in how delicious you tasted, until he felt a sharp pain, making him jerk his head back away from you. “Fuck!” Beetlejuice hissed in pain before lifting his fingers to touch the tip of his tongue. He was surprised to see a crimson liquid adorning his fingers when he pulled them back from his mouth. “Did you just fucking bite me?” You fucked up and you knew it. You had panicked in your desperate attempt to get Beetlejuice off of you and to stop kissing you. It was obvious you shouldn’t have done it, but it was too late, and now you would pay the price. You were thrown off guard, however, when instead of Beetlejuice becoming upset, he grinned with nefarious intent. Beetlejuice was impressed with his lover. He understood that you didn’t bite him because you were upset. Oh no, you wanted Beetlejuice to bleed because you wanted Beetlejuice’s blood. You had obviously wanted to taste him and to hold a piece of Beetlejuice inside of yourself. 

“That’s the way you want it, huh?” Beetlejuice asked provocatively. “You filthy little breather. I can take a hint.”

Your confusion soon turned to horror as Beetlejuice lifted the knife to his own mouth and stuck out his tongue to place the sharp edge of the blade against it before proceeding to slice into the tip of his tongue.

Beetlejuice was beaming with satisfaction as he watched your eyes grow wide with disbelief and your jaw dropped so far down that Beetlejuice thought it was going to fall right off of you. It didn’t hurt, of course. After all, he was dead, but Beetlejuice welcomed the warm sensation filling his mouth, knowing that he and you were about to share something very special.

“You like that?” Beetlejuice teased, swirling the blood around his mouth and licking his lips to smear it further.

“Jesus Christ!” you shrieked, thrashing around in fear and revulsion. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why would-”

Beetlejuice silenced you by pulling you into another kiss, forcing your mouth open with his hand and shoving his bloody tongue into your mouth. Whimpering  against him, you tried to pull away, but Beetlejuice was stronger than you. and kept you in place. Beetlejuice hummed happily as he felt the blood dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

Beetlejuice pulled back after a few moments just in time for you to lean to your side and empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed. This couldn’t be happening. There were no words to describe your revulsion. You felt only pure disgust as you continued to gag and quiver with the aftershocks of getting violently ill so quickly. 

“Wait,” you coughed, spitting out the remainder of blood and puke from your mouth. You had to think of any possible excuse to prevent Beetlejuice from assaulting you further. “Beetlejuice, please… tell me why you’re doing this. I know that you just want to spend time with me, but why go through such extreme lengths? Didn’t you ever try to talk to me or something?”

Beetlejuice halted his movements, breathing out a huff of disbelief. “You don’t think I’ve tried? Do you honestly think it’s that easy? It’s damn near impossible. Of course I tried that, but you could never hear me.” You found it difficult to keep eye contact with Beetlejuice when he had that deranged look in his eyes, but regardless, you held his gaze, waiting for him to continue. “You were always distracted by one thing or another. Your work, the television, your books, and especially your friends. You have so many people in your life that are around you constantly, taking up all of your attention! I can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted to tell them to fuck off! It’s not fair to those who really love you, like me.” You tried to keep the conversation going, distracting Beetlejuice as much as you could without upsetting him further. “Y-You’re in love with me? Why?” Beetlejuice’s face softened instantly and he shifted up your body to cradle your face in his hand, rubbing small circles on your cheek with his thumb. “I love you for all that you are. I love you because you give so much of yourself to this undeserving world, even though you’re struggling on the inside. I see it, babe, and I’m drawn to you. I always have been. We’re two tortured souls--destined for each other.” Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head subtly, unsure of how to respond to Beetlejuice’s adoration. Beetlejuice considered that a sign to continue his explanation of his everlasting devotion. “You’re just so perfect. You’re strong and can handle being with someone like me. Besides, doesn’t it make you sick having to be around such fake breathers all of the time? It’s absolutely nauseating, and not in the good way. I have always felt a need to protect you--to show you what life can really be. You deserve more than what this world has to offer you. I need to show you that. You’re here so that I can show you what love really looks like.”

“By torturing me?” you asked hesitantly.

Beetlejuice laughed heartily, running his fingers through your hair lovingly. “No, no, no. Don’t think of it as ‘torture’. Think of it as a way to free your body and your mind from your past and prepare it for the new life that we’re going to share. It’s necessary, I promise. Like I said before, I need you to understand the severity of my love for you. Also,” he added as he ran his hands over your barely-covered breasts, grinning maliciously, “I like to watch you squirm.”

“Please, you choked out, tears streaming down your face. “Please, stop.”

“Hush, babe. We’re just getting started.”

[mysticeyeliner]

I just heard the lyric "Grownups wanna fix things, when they can't, it only brings them to shame" while very much thinking about gayness and I can't function like I used to anymore

[libraryofspells]

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