Welcome to “Kat likes to target her friends specifically and write dirty shit” Enjoy!
Word Count: 1100
Warnings: NSFT, edging, forced orgasms
“Again.”
Fuck.
“P-please. Please, Beej-”
“Again, feeder.”
Fucking goddamn motherfucking bullshit. You tugged uselessly against the restraints holding you spread eagle on the bed, your wand bound to your thigh with a black strap with the head pressed firmly against your clit. God, you couldn’t catch your breath, each inhale burning as your pants quickly turned into a loud, reedy moan, your hips canting down against the vibrator as it buzzed back to life after its short break. From across the room, there he stood. Beetlejuice, a small remote in hand, his tail flicking excitedly behind him as he watched you with rapt attention. Every tremble of your thigh sent a smirk crawling across his face, so much so that it seemed permanently planted there as you stared up at him with wide, begging eyes.
“Beej, come on, it’s been-”
“Ten,” he interrupted you, his heavy steps echoing through the room as he circled the bed, his eyes blazing as he watched where the vibrator met your soaked, overstimulated pussy. “And you’ve been such a good little snack, takin’ all those edges. Ya wanna know why I do this to you?”
Before you could reply, he turned the wand up to the next highest setting, pulling a series of strangled cries from your lips as you threw your head back against the pillow, struggling valiantly against the restraints that simply refused to give. Your cheeks burned knowing he was watching you, that smarmy grin only growing as he took in your desperation with unabashed greed before he turned it back down, the eleventh edge pulling an angry, feral snarl from your lips.
“Think of it like cookin’ down some nice, juicy strawberries,” he mused, eyeing the remote in his hand nonchalantly. You glared up at him despite the way your body trembled, fighting not to let your stink eye crumple under the weight of your pleasure. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching you break, but you could feel it rushing towards you again, your body almost naturally fighting it off after so many almost-there encounters with the climax you craved. Despite your overwhelming need to cum yourself stupid, you held your ground, suddenly feeling too proud to let him maintain his power over you. He seemed entirely unfazed by this however, simply choosing to smile at you with a sweetness that mocked you. “The longer you let them cook…”
Suddenly, the wand was set to the highest setting, Beej rushing to crawl on top of you and press the head even more firmly to your clit. Your orgasm was ripped from you before your brain could catch up, the pleasure shooting through you like lightning as you screamed, thrashing violently against the restraints and Beej’s weight. He held you firmly in place, feasting on every ounce of pleasure coursing through you with his eyes blazing like embers as he hungrily drank in the sight of you.
“The sweeter they taste.”
You couldn’t help but scream and scream and scream as your orgasm took you to pieces, lasting far longer than normal thanks to the eleven edges Beej decided to torture you with. The pleasure took its sweet time in abating before Beetlejuice slid off of you, standing across the room with that damned remote still held loosely in his hand. In the aftermath of your almost violent orgasm, it took you about a minute to realize that the vibrator was still buzzing against your clit. Your eyes widened, your head turning to desperately meet Beej’s unrelenting, merciless gaze. His hair was a bright magenta, contrasting gorgeously with the dark gray of his horns, but it was his wicked smirk that made your stomach turn.
“B-Beej?” you asked, your voice tinged with fear as he made no move to turn the vibrator off.
“Yes snack?” he asked, the intensity of his gaze betraying the innocent tone of his voice.
“T-The wand,” you groaned, struggling to hold yourself together as the pleasure began to ramp up, barreling towards what you knew was a second orgasm. “It’s still on…”
At that, he simply shrugged.
“I’m still hungry.”
At the look of both horror and arousal that crossed your face, he grinned, crossing his arms victoriously in front of him as your body once again succumbed to an orgasm, a seemingly surprised scream wrenched from your throat while you thrashed, struggling and failing to get away from the vibration that was assaulting you. You toed a very fine line between pleasure and pain, your overstimulated pussy throbbing against the vibrator that only continued on, pulling three more orgasms out of your exhausted body while you could do nothing but scream, writhe, and cry, completely overwhelmed and yet desperate for this feeling to go on forever.
“B-Beej!”
“Again.”
“Oh God, please!”
“Come on, feeder, you’ve got more in ya. Keep goin’, babes, just one more for me.”
One more turned to two, than three, than four. You didn’t even remember how many times you’d cum, your useless body so fucked out that even as you continued to cum, you’d settled, only twitching occasionally as desperate ramblings poured from your lips, your eyes scrunched shut as you simply let the orgasms cum. It was sublime, it was torture, it was perfect, and Beej was eating up every second of it, his undead heart nearly pounding away in his chest at the sight of his perfect feeder succumbing to him. God, you were dynamite, and you deserved the world if he could give it to you. When a final orgasm had quietly rumbled his way through you, he quickly turned the wand off, rushing to your side to deftly undo the strap holding it to your thigh and discarding them both before moving on to your restraints. When he had you fully unbound, he gathered you up in his arms and held you close, even his tail wrapping around your leg just to have more of his skin against yours. You shook violently against him, but he made sure to hold you steady, running his clawed fingers through your hair.
“Fuckin’ perfect, feeder,” he groaned, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Such a good girl. You feelin’ alright?”
When you’d seemingly come back to your senses, you looked up at him with a soft smile and nodded, shifting forward to nuzzle into the warmth of his chest.
“Hope you got to eat your fill,” you snorted. You could feel his chuckle rumbling through his body as he cradled you close, filling you with his otherworldly warmth.
“Be careful, snack,” he teased. When you gazed up at him, his eyes were glimmering with mirth. “An incubus is never full.”
(Imma tag everyone that responded to that post so this can satisfy your filthy, filthy desires: @go-commander-kim @realmonsterboyhours @vicunaburger @gegehaddock @young-erstill @humanransome-note @justsassysworld. Expect the Gio fic within the next few days!)
I'm feeling very soft for Angel!Dewey and I was wondering if I could get some soft/romantic stuff from the fluffy boy. Maybe a soft, wine drunk, s/o because am I projecting? No! If you feel like tossing incubeej in there you know how I feel about poly but don't feel pressured
*spongebob narrator voice* one thousand years later...
The rain that pattered and tapped against the glass panes of the semi-open window didn't match the rhythm and tempo of the gentle music he had put on for her, but it didn't deter her from dancing, from holding out her hands and insistently tugging him to his feet to dance along with her. Dewey Finn didn't dance, at least not in any way that could be considered "good," but the call of her embrace was too sweet to ignore, and with her tipsy on good wine, she would barely notice if all he did was sway with her in his arms. It was warm here in her kitchen, the only light coming from the various scented candles she'd strewn around the counters and his own golden aura. There was hardly a sight he loved more than to see his halo reflected in her eyes, even if they were a little hazy. It had been a long week-a long month, if he were being honest-and he had all but forced her to take a night off, to let him take care of her and relax. At first, she had balked, insisting that she didn't need to be taken care of, that she wasn't some delicate flower on the verge of wilting, but Dewey had assured her that taking a break wasn't a sign of weakness, that letting yourself be cared for didn't mean you couldn't take care of yourself. Finally, she had relented, though it had taken her a while to actually relax enough to let go and enjoy herself as Dewey showered her with affection and tenderness, pampered her and wouldn't let her lift a finger for herself the entire evening.
As always seemed to be the case with humans, food helped ease her anxiety, dinner brought in from her favorite place. That seemed to be the final blow to her barriers, though the wine didn't hurt. Fed and tipsy, she had crawled into his lap and asked him for music, and he had had to stretch out the tips of his wings to knock the needle onto the spinning record. Slow love songs filled the room, and while he was expecting her to start theatrically gagging as she usually did when such music was played, she only snuggled closer, pushing her face into the side of his neck and humming softly. Dewey sang the bits he knew in her ear-admittedly, love songs weren’t his forte, and he wasn’t as well-versed as he perhaps ought to have been. Still, she didn’t seem to notice when he stumbled over a lyric here and there, and soon began to unfurl herself from his lap to get to her feet and dance. Which is where they found themselves now.
She kissed him, her lips tasting of wine and warmth, lingering against his as her fingers wove into the curls at the nape of his neck, sending the lightest of shivers down his spine. There was no way she could fully know the effect she had on him; how could she? The lightest scratch of her fingernails on his skin felt as monumental as the cosmic match struck to light the universe's very first star, the hum of her sleep-heavy voice in his ear like the thrum of macrocosmic gravity. Though her life was fleeting and his unending, when he was in her arms, Dewey couldn't help but feel made anew, an infant universe wrapped in the embrace of its creator. She was stars and void and infinity and unfathomable space contained in flesh and blood. How could his clumsy tongue possibly find the grace to tell her this?
Instead, he kissed her back, pressing forward as his hands slid into her waist, palms pulsing warm against her skin as they slipped beneath her shirt to press against her back. The worn vinyl tile of the kitchen floor creaked beneath them as they swayed to the music, until her mouth broke from his and her head drooped onto his shoulder. Her body felt pleasantly heavy in his arms, her lashes brushing against his neck as her eyes fluttered shut, trusting him to hold her upright. Smiling tenderly, he gathered her close, drowsy protests and all, and carried her back into the living room. By the time he had them settled on the couch, her body folded comfortably in his lap, she was asleep, breath deep and even and untroubled.
They hadn't moved an inch when a shift in air pressure announced the return of the third member of their living arrangement, eyes glowing faintly in the semi-darkness as his tail twitched at his side, fangs exposed in a smile at the sight that greeted him. Beetlejuice could smell the alcohol lingering in her bloodstream, heard the reassuring, steady thudding of her heartbeat, and a gentle, loving purr rumbled in his chest at the sight of her curled up so sweetly in the angel's arms.
"Ain't that cute?"
Dewey smiled back at the incubus, stroking a strand of hair off of her forehead. "Wine knocked her out," he whispered as Beetlejuice crossed the room to kneel in front of them. It didnt escape his attention that Dewey's grip didnt tighten instinctively as he drew nearer, as it certainly would have earlier in their arrangement. The angel would likely deny it if asked, but after months of living and loving alongside what was meant to be his adversary, he had grown to trust and even become fond of the semi-feral demon. Beetlejuice ran his fingers down her arm, his chilled touch leaving goosebumps across her skin even in her sleep.
“You think she’ll be waking up anytime soon? I’m starved.”
Unable to hold back a soft snort, Dewey shook his head. “Of course you are. No, I think she’s down for the count.”
Despite his apparent hunger, the demon didn’t seem to be upset at being unable to access his most convenient food source. “Ah well. S’pose we should get her to bed.” He reached out to pull her gently from Dewey’s embrace, and his tail curled in satisfaction when the angel released her without complaint. He followed quietly as the demon carried her into the bedroom, settling her among the pile of soft pillows and tugging a blanket over her still form. She had barely stirred or made a sound, so deep asleep beneath the safety of her lover’s watch. Beetlejuice straightened, and for a moment, the two just stood and watched her, watched the minute rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the subtle tremor of body with each gentle heartbeat. Then the demon broke the silence, murmuring gently.
“We’re a couple lucky sons of bitches, you know?”
Dewey couldn’t help a smile at that. “We are,” he readily agreed. He sighed, then glanced up at Beetlejuice, whose green-hued hair was beginning to dull a shade or two, a sure sign of impending starvation. “So you’re just gonna go hungry?”
A smile of a different sort curled on the incubus’s mouth, fangs catching the low light as his eyes pulsed with a greenish glow, the tips of his horns and the roots of his hair fading into a suggestive magenta. “I didn’t say that. You’re not planning on going anywhere tonight, are you, twinkle-toes?”
A flush crept from his ears to his cheeks and down his neck as he slowly shook his head. Beetlejuice grinned and pointedly let his long, striped tongue curl around one of his fangs, licking his teeth with a low, grating purr. “Perfect. Out in the living room, and be quiet about it. Don’t wanna wake Sleeping Beauty, do we?”
Since I need to draw them more have some husbando scrapping. Also a good reminder that my Angel!Dewey is the top of the poly throuple of the Angel!Dew x You x Incubus!Beej
Domming both Incubeej and Angel Dew at the same time
You sat at the foot of your bed, looking down on your two boyfriends with a tired expression as they fidgeted before you. What was supposed to be a nice night celebrating your anniversary had been turned into yet another contest between the two supernatural beings and you had finally reached the last straw. At first it had been amusing, cute even to watch them try and up one another for your favor but it quickly grew annoying as their arguing increased and their contest took precedence to everything else.
"Do you realize why I'm angry?" You asked after a few moments of tense silence, they both gave a quick nod but Dewey was the one to speak up.
"Precious, we didn't mean -" you held up a hand to cut him off before you reached out to caress his cheek.
"What? Didn't mean to let your stupid dick measuring contest ruin yet another long planned night? Didn't mean to destroy the meal I spent ages cooking for you both? Didn't mean to end up almost burning my apartment down?" He looked miserable as with each word both boys sank lower and lower. You tilted up Dewey's chin to make him look up at you. "What's this all about, boys?" You turned to Beetlejuice, who was staring down at the floor as if he wished it would swallow him up. "When we got into this relationship, I had thought it was out of mutual love and respect for everyone, was it wrong? Are you guys..." this time you fidgeted, your strong persona faltering for a moment. "Are you unhappy being together like this?" Both were quick to leap up, practically bowling you over as they rushed to reassure you.
"Of course that's not it, snack cakes! It's just this angel-!" - "of course not, dove! It's just this demon-!" They both stopped, matching grimaces on their faces as they realized just how in beat they had been. Dewey gave a sigh and turned away from Beetlejuice with a scowl.
"He treats me like some prude who shouldn't even be here." He finished his sentence.
"And he acts like he's too good to be with me." Beetlejuice was quick to follow up with his own reasoning. Obviously this wasn't the first time you played middle man to the two arguing men, even when you all decided to enter this relationship you had played the go between for them, but never had you seen them so frustrated with one another as now.
"So you're angry because you both think the other doesn't like you?" The question made both men flush darkly, absolutely refusing to look at one another. After looking up at them for a moment, you reached up for both of their hands and pulled them onto the bed with you, wrapping an arm around each. "So we just need a refresher in how much you two like each other, right?" You asked, your voice taking on a sultry purr that made both of them squirm. "Alright boys, undress." Usually you didn't take charge like this, more than happy to let the incubus and angel take absolute control of you - if you did take control it was one on one, with both boys acting as vastly different subs. Beej was surprisingly obedient, he wanted to be guided and controlled just as much as he controlled you. Dewey, on the other hand, was playfully bratty, wanting to be pinned down and teased. Right now, however, they were clearly eager, but would hesitate as they looked at one another. "Its ok if you don't want to." You reassured. They both seemed to internally nod before they began removing their clothing. Beetlejuice and Dewey really did look alike, from their faces to their body types, which always made it bewildering when they tried and insulted one another's looks. Well that and the fact that you found both of them to be undeniably attractive and could see that despite their personalities differing, they clearly also liked one another. "Come sit with me." Dewey sat at your right side, Beetlejuice at your left, close enough that their knees were just barely touching. "Now, I want you both to apologize and say something good about the other." They both gave you a look that screamed 'are you kidding' but if they wanted to act like children, could they blame you for treating them as such?
"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting." Shockingly, Beetlejuice spoke up first. "You're...." he trailed off, looking Dewey over critically, "not the worst angel I've ever met." You reached down and grabbed him by the base of the tail, giving it a firm squeeze, which made the incubus shudder with a whining moan, "I-I mean," you rubbed your thumb right at the base of his tail, making the previously proud demon cling to you with little whimpers. "You're, ngh, more thoughtful than I am, and, fuck, please! you keep us sane even when I'm babes, shit, I-I need - even when I'm acting like a brat!" Satisfied, you let go of his tail and the demon flopped his head in your lap, giving you pitiful eyes.
"Good job, that wasn't so hard was it?" Instead of giving him what you knew he wanted, you instead brushed your fingers through his hair gently before leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Dew, it's your turn." Dewey was squirming, his hands in his lap to try and hide his reaction to the scene before him but his flush and the way his wings twitched gave him away. He liked seeing you tease Beej.
"I'm sorry as well, I've been acting very rude." Dewey cleared his throat, "you are smart and cool and I'm envious of you, you're so much more confident than I am and sometimes I fear I can't compare." You reached out for him, pulling him in closer to rest his head on your shoulder.
"Hey, there's no comparing you. You're both incredible." Dewey gave a weak chuckle and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could try and get any words out, Beej reached up to yank him into a kiss. Almost crawling into the other's lap, the incubus ran his fingers through Dewey's hair and twined his tail around him loosely. After a stunned minute, Dewey pulled Beetlejuice even closer, a hand at the base of the demon's wings the other at his hip as he took charge of the kiss, dipping Beetlejuice back slightly. When they pulled away, their lips were wet and red, their breaths coming in sharp pants as they stared at one another, seeming to come to a silent agreement before Beetlejuice raised a single hand and snapped his fingers.
It had been a while since you had donned your harness, but the familiar feel of it at your hips was electrifying, especially as Beetlejuice crawled back to you, his tail saying like a cat's.
"Now that we've kissed and made up, how about we show you just how sorry we are?" The incubus purred as he settled in your lap, back facing your chest, reaching a hand back to steady the strap before he slowly sank down on it. His tail snuck between you to wriggle it's way past the harness and pressed firmly against your clit, "oh baby, already turned on? Did our little kiss do this?" He teased. Putting on a bratty show simply because Dewey was watching, was he? You knew how to fix that. You grabbed the base of his wings and put a hand on his waist to hold him steady as you thrusted up into him, fast and hard. The whining cry that you forced from him was far more familiar, but you gestured Dewey closer.
"Dew, could you be a dear and help me out?" The angel stared at the two of you, his eyes darkened with lust before he settled down before Beej to kiss him softly one last time before leaning down to give his cock a long, slow lick, his hand reaching between your bodies to rub the base of his tail softly.
"Fuck! I-I can't, both of you? At the same time?" Beej cried out, his hands in Dewey's hair regardless of his words.
"Remember, baby, you don't cum until you have permission." You reminded Beej in a playful voice, one that made him shiver between you and Dew. Dewey licked his cock slowly and teasingly, making Beej cry out for something, anything more, while you slowly rocked your hips, purposely missing his prostate. "Now, are you going to be mean?" You asked. "Are you going to call Dewey a prude and throw things like a brat?"
"No! I'll be good. I'll be so good. Babes, please!" Beej was practically howling now, sounding so needy.
"What do you think, Dew, do you forgive him?" The angel gave a soft 'hm' his expression thoughtful as he regarded the incubus between you.
"No." Far from angelic, he smirked at Beetlejuice, who could only let out a protesting cry as both of you pulled away from him. The pitiful look he gave you tugged at your heartstrings, though not for long as Dewey pulled you into a tight embrace to kiss you deeply. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him to play with the feathers at the base of his wings, making him shudder against you. After a moment, you pulled back, pressing a finger to his lips as you gave him a sweet smile.
"Hm, I think that's enough for tonight, don't you? I think you boys should get to cleaning up the mess you made and then maybe I'll give you a treat."
HAX I’M SO SORRY this has been sitting in my inbox for A G E S but hey, we’re gonna give some more Incubus!Beej a shot!
Note: this was supposed to be a smut prompt. But I took it to real soft places. Whoops.
Where the fuck are you?
Beetlejuice was pacing, his body unable to stand still for longer than three seconds before the anxiety simmering in his belly threatened to explode into a rolling boil. The jagged sound of his forked tail dragging across the hardwood floor felt like the perfect soundtrack to the racing thoughts and images clouding his mind as he frantically scanned the street below your apartment. Six hours ago, you’d left in a cloud of perfume, hairspray, and nervous energy, promising to be home in four hours, and with each passing second a new possibility assaulted his tired mind. You, sprawled out on the concrete stained wet with blood and tears. You, bound and gagged in some freak’s basement with a gun to your head. You, bound and gagged in some freak’s basement because you asked to be…while the first two thoughts were frightening, the last was simply enraging. His fear and his anger swirled like a violent maelstrom in his stomach, bitter tears biting at his eyes at the feeling of the storm brewing inside of him. He didn’t want to yell, he didn’t want to cry, he just wanted you home and safe in his arms where you belonged...but you were his feeder. Nothing more. Demons don’t deserve love. Demons don’t deserve love. Demons don’t deserve love.
It was this mantra repeated daily that kept him from pouring out his heart to you from day one.
Before he could even attempt to unpack the terrifying, poisonous concoction that was his emotions, his ears perked up at the sound of a key in the lock. The simmer in his stomach fell to a weak bubble as the door flung open to reveal you, safe and sound and as gorgeous as ever, a smile on your face and completely impractical shoes in hand. No blood, no rope, no bruises- you were ok. You were home.
And then his nose twitched and burned as the smell of breather punched him in the face like a heavyweight boxer. And not his breather- male breather. The scent was pouring off of you like a heavy smoke billowing from every pore on your body, the acrid stench bringing the bubble of emotions back to the edge of a boil in seconds.
“Hey, Beej,” you greeted casually, tossing your heels onto the floor before falling into his arms. He held you close, of course, trying his best not to gag. “I’m home.”
“I can see that, snack,” he said slowly, fighting valiantly to keep his disgust hidden. “You’re two hours late.”
“I know, I know, I would’ve called but my phone was dead. I’m sorry, Beej, but we were just having so much fun,” you groaned happily, eyes sliding shut at the thought of your late-night activities. He bit back a snarl as he let his fingers run through your hair.
“I was worried, kitten,” he replied, the calm evenness of his words underpinned with a dark, foreboding tone. “Not like I knew what you were up to. It’s easy to get taken advantage of when you’re drunk.”
“Please, I had one beer the whole night,” you countered, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was true, he figured, he could only barely smell the alcohol on your breath underneath the overwhelming, enraging stench of men. God, he’d had enough.
“Oh yeah? And what else did you have tonight, feeder?” he finally asked. You went stiff in his arms. Your eyes were downcast, afraid of the quiet anger you knew you’d find in his. “Or is it better if I ask who?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, wriggling out of his arms and escaping into the kitchen- he was hot on your tail, though, toes nearly clipping the back of your heel as he pursued you. “I was just out with my frie-”
“Don’t lie to me!” Beetlejuice interjected suddenly, pounding his fist on the counter and sending a few pieces of silverware clattering to the floor. You jolted with a yelp and pressed your back against the wall, your posture reading only fear and God, he didn’t want to scare you, he never wanted to scare you, but the pot had boiled over and now there was no stopping him. “I can smell them on you. How many men touched you tonight, hmm? How many fucking disgusting breathers got their fingerprints all over you? Tell me, I’ll have their hands sliced off and mounted on my goddamn wall!” he growled, eyes and hair flaring a brilliant, blistering red.
“None, Beej, baby, listen to me,” you said desperately, refusing to take a step closer to him with his claws dug so dangerously into the counter. “It’s a club, you’re constantly pressed up against other people, of course I’d come home smelling like someone else! Are you seriously telling me you don’t believe me?”
“Why should I? Why should I when you’re two hours late and smelling like a goddamn brothel-“
“God, do you fucking hear yourself?” you cried, finally meeting his gaze with ire of your own bubbling out of you. “I wouldn’t have gone out at all if I knew you were gonna be a jealous brat when I came home!”
“I’m not jealous! It’s just...you’re mine!” he retorted, seemingly desperate for the words to describe how he felt and frustrated when he couldn’t find them.
“Maybe here I am,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to calm your growing frustration. “But tonight...tonight I got to be mine, Beetlejuice. My whole life can’t just be defined by belonging to you...I have to do what I want too. And tonight I wanted to go out, so you’re just going to have to live with it.”
You expected rage. If anything you were more prepared for it, the yelling, the fighting, the inevitable bout of make-up sex that would leave Beetlejuice satisfied in more ways than one...that, you could handle. What nearly knocked you off your center of gravity, however, was how his shoulders slowly but surely slumped, his entire posture bowing under a feeling of defeat as a deep purple crawled its way through his hair. It was silent- you didn’t break it even to take a breath.
“I...I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, his voice thickened with unspoken sorrow. “I should’ve known better. I...I’m just gonna go.”
No. God, no, this isn’t what you wanted. The shade of purple tainting his hair nearly made you sick, because you knew exactly which emotions that color represented. You wanted to reach out, to pet his hair and hold him close and tell him it would be ok, but it looked as though he might shatter underneath your fingers. His usual light, his mirth, and his infectious rambunctiousness were gone, replaced with soul-crushing sorrow- he’d argue that he didn’t have a soul, but in your eyes, that was impossible. His soul shone so brightly in your life that you suspect the sun could disappear tomorrow and yet you’d feel no less warm, no less alive. Him leaving would be a solar eclipse that never ended, a blanket of darkness that covered you absolutely, drowning you in nothing but nothingness. No, that simply could not happen.
“Bug, don’t go,” you pleaded, bringing out the name you only used on rare occasions. It seemed to get his attentioned, his tail flicking more insistently across the tiled floor. “I...I don’t want you to leave. Please.”
“Why?” he asked. God, his voice was utterly broken, despondent beyond belief and it killed you. “You have a life, Y/N. I can’t have one. It’s like you said, you belong to yourself- it’d be wrong to keep you shackled to being a feeder when there’s so much more you can be. Let me go, snack. Let me go so you can live.”
You didn’t realize you were crying until the tears dropped from your chin to the floor below. By now, Beej’s hair was nearly black, the purple sheen only visible when he turned his head towards the light. Each word out of his mouth felt like a death sentence, each step towards the door like the lowering of the guillotine. Tonight was the night he knew had been coming for months- the night he’d be forced to realize that you were too good for him, that demons truly don’t deserve love, and his eternity was always meant to be spent alone. This would play out like he always knew it would, and there was nothing to be done about it.
“No.”
...Well. That was certainly a wrench in the gears.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, feeder,” he sighed, moving back into the living room to prepare for his departure. “A month from now you’ll thank me.”
“I said no, Lawrence.” He gulped- you only used his first name when you meant business. “If you leave...I...goddammitdoIhavetodoeverythingmyself-”
Before he could even ask what you meant, you were in front of him, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to crash your lips into his. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to show him what you’d been dying for him to realize for months, but you knew that you’d have to say it. You were afraid of putting yourself out on a limb, but you knew that even if you fell, somehow, he’d catch you. He always did.
“God, Beetlejuice, I fucking love you,” you murmured against his lips, pressing your body as close to his as you could. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you steady- a good sign. “I’ve loved you for so long and if you left nothing would be right. I belong to myself, but I belong to you too, and I never want you to go away because if you did I think a little part of me would die.”
You were rambling, you knew you were rambling, but you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out- you’d kept yourself silent for far too long and now all of it was spilling out of you with nowhere to go but directly to Beetlejuice’s heart. He cradled you close, pressing your face to his chest while you continued to mumble and murmur your love for him into his skin. You were trembling, and he steadied you. You were terrified, and he comforted you. You were lost, and he guided you. And you loved him, and he-
“I love you too,” he whispered into your hair, his words fluttering like a feather through your body until they settled deep into your soul, finding their permanent home there. “God, do I love you, snack. I love you more than life and death themselves, but I’m a demon- and demons don’t deserve love.”
“Says who?”
“Says...says…”
“...If you’re about to say your mother, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
He laughed and your heart skipped a beat; you lifted your head from its place against his chest and saw a soft pink had crawled its way through Beej’s hair, mingling with the purple that still lingered at the tips.
“I guess you have a point,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “She drilled that shit in my head from day one. Didn’t need me wondering why mommy dearest would choose booze over me, right?” The sadness mellowed his rough voice, but you simply buried your face in his chest again, breathing in his comforting scent.
“Some demons don’t deserve love, like certain bitchy mothers whose names shall not be spoken,” you breathed, drawing another little chuckle from his lips. “But some do. You do. All you have to do is let me.”
...Could he? The one truth he ever knew was that love was out of the question. His existence was about feeding- satiating his desire for warm flesh against his until he got hungry again. Feeding didn’t require love, his existence didn’t require love, so could he let you love him when it seemed so alien to him? But when he looked down at you...your eyes pleaded for him, glistening softly with unshed tears and framed by long, dark eyelashes. Your lips parted with each breath, reddened and swollen from his kisses. Your hair framed your face so gorgeously, tousled locks cascading down your shoulder and just brushing his hand where it laid splayed across your back. You looked at him with admiration, like if you so much as blinked he may vanish so you wished to take him in while you could. It frightened him. It excited him. He had no choice, he realized, but to give in to the inevitability of you. There was nowhere else for him to go- this was where he belonged.
hey uh could you do a smut fic where it’s incubus beej (idk if i spelled that right lmao) x bratty reader and they are just teasing him to gods end and no matter how many punishments he’s givin em’ they are still being a brat? (also btw i wanna let you know that oml your fics are a m a z i n g you really are a insanely talented writer!!)
YOU BET YOUR ASS I CAN!
Warning: lots of name calling, Daddy kink, punishment, rough sex, v mild blood kink, just an all around good time
From the very beginning, Beetlejuice was drawn to you more than any other breather he’d gotten to feed him in the last century. Usually, the people that called on him were looking for a rush of excitement, longing for the forbidden touch of a demon in their otherwise meaningless, trivial lives. But they’d get bored of him too, eventually- in reality, they weren’t interested in a demon, in him...they just wanted something new, something to excite them. It could’ve been anything, so long as it wasn’t the same old same old. He just so happened to fit the bill.
And then you came along. You, who only met him through an accidental summoning after a ritual gone wrong. You, who seemed not to care one iota about him being an incubus, seemingly untempted by his otherworldly charm. You, whose utter indifference intrigued and excited him more than anything had in a long, long time. Screw anyone else- he knew he had to have you. He finally managed to earn himself a place in your bed after several infuriatingly long weeks of pining, flirting, and peak levels of seduction. You’d wanted him the entire time, of course, drawn in by his playful demeanor and the promises of pleasure unlike any you’d ever known, but you weren’t about to give in that easily, especially if he was inclined to give up after only a few days. If he wanted you, he’d have to be patient enough to fight for you...
...And that tendency of yours to make him wait stayed with you well into your relationship.
One weekend, he was away on Netherworld business, so you’d had to banish him for the time being. He’d cupped your cheek, dragging his clawed fingers lightly down your skin and promised you that when he was ready to return, you’d know. The thought sent a bolt of excitement down your spine, and you spent the next few days drunk with anticipation, wondering just how he planned on getting your attention. The longer he left you alone, however, the more mischievous you became, your plan of action slowly coming together over the several days you spent in your empty apartment. When the day finally came that he’d attempt to return, something in you just knew. You dressed with purpose, slowly rolling your favorite thigh high stockings up your legs and revelling in the silky feeling on your skin. Paired with a matching bra and panty set that highlighted the curves of your breasts and ass, you stood in front of the mirror, admiring your body and how your choice of lingerie highlighted its best features. You had to admit, you looked hot as hell, and you knew that Beetlejuice would think so too.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or so it seemed, since you suddenly felt a cold breeze sweep into your room, raising goosebumps on your exposed skin. From in the mirror, you could see a vague, shimmery outline of a figure standing behind you, seemingly staring directly at your ass. You turned around to face it, but couldn’t see him at all, so you turned back around and saw him even closer now, seemingly only visible through the mirror. You looked up towards his face, where his eyes would be if he were fully corporeal, and you smirked, lifting your hand to your bra strap and slowly sliding it down your shoulder. You shivered as your shoulder suddenly felt cold and you looked in the mirror to see his spectral, barely-visible hand stroking across your skin. You batted it away with a sly smile and slid your bra strap back up, winking at him as you decided to show him a little mercy.
“Beetlejuice…” you sighed, smiling as you saw his figure grow more solid, finally revealing his face. His mouth moved rapidly, but you couldn’t hear a thing, and his eyes narrowed when he realized it. You shivered again, but not from the cold- this time it was from the angry crimson crawling through his hair, practically glowing in the reflection. Warmth pooled in the pit of your stomach at the thought of him, angry and impatient and completely at your mercy. You didn’t want to think about the consequences of your actions, not when he was there, only visible through a pane of glass and practically vibrating with his growing rage. You looked him in the eye as you slid to the ground, spreading your legs in front of the mirror to reveal the best part of your ensemble- your panties were crotchless, easily parting to reveal your pussy, dripping wet and aching from days without him. You could’ve sworn you heard a low growl rumble throughout the room and you grinned victoriously, letting your fingers trail teasingly up your exposed inner thigh. Beetlejuice’s eyes grew wide at the sight, his mouth stretched into a scowl at his own lack of physical form, his frustration growing ever more evident on his face. You chuckled, finally dipping your hand between your folds to collect your slick on the tips of your fingers. Looking back up, you saw Beetlejuice staring with rapt attention, his mouth agape as you lifted your fingers to your lips and sucked on them, moaning at the taste of yourself on your tongue. You felt the floor shake underneath you, but you thought nothing of it- he had no power over you until you said his name two more times. Still, you missed the sound of his voice, and, well...one more time wouldn’t hurt, would it?
“B-Beetlejuice…” you moaned, your fingers coming down to circle your clit. You watched as he grew even more solid, so close to being real but still completely invisible anywhere but in the mirror. His touch was faint, but you could feel it, his claws dragging ever so slightly along the back of your neck.
“Can you hear me now, snack?” he growled, trying and failing to wrap his hand around your throat. You let out a shaky chuckle and nodded as you continued to toy with your clit, feeling his ghostly fingers phase right through you.
“Good, then you better listen the fuck up, shit for brains,” he snarled, growling as his attempts to choke the life out of you repeatedly failed. “If you don’t finish summoning me right the fuck now, you are gonna regret ever being born.”
Oh, come on. He could do better than that, couldn’t he? Your smile remained firmly planted on your face, though you bit your lower lip as you sped your fingers up on your clit. A bolt of fear shot through you at the sight of his narrowed eyes flashing a brilliant crimson, but you held your ground, throwing your head back with a moan.
“Is that how it’s gonna be, you little brat?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he glared down at you. “You do realize you’re gonna have to summon me eventually, right? Sometime soon, you’re gonna say my name, and when you do, ohohohoho, you have no idea what you are in for. I can’t wait to see you on your knees for me, bruised and bleeding and begging for something I might not even give you. You want this cock, feeder? Then you’re gonna have to be a good little girl for me and say. My. Name. Or did you get all dressed up just to tease me?”
Fuck, his voice was starting to get to you. You rubbed yourself even harder, your lips parted around soft whimpers at the thought of what he planned on doing to you once you released him. He was right, something had to give eventually, and you knew well enough that it was going to be you. But still, you wanted to hear more from him, so you quickly slid two fingers inside yourself, whimpering as you drove them into your G spot.
“No, you want me to come out, don’t you? Tell you what, kitten. When I get outta here, I’m gonna have three fingers in your goddamn mouth to keep you quiet, and another three in your pussy to make you scream. And oh, if you think that pretty little ass of yours is getting out of this scot free, then you’ve got another fucking thing coming. I’m gonna whip you within an inch of your life, and then whip you some more- maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of the Netherworld before I shove my cock in you and fuck you up against the stupid God-forsaken mirror until you can’t walk straight for the next month-”
“BEETLEJUICE!” you finally screamed, clenching around your fingers. Christ, his words were too much, his promises too delicious for you to ignore any longer, and you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming his name as you rapidly approached your orgasm. Before you could climb and surpass that peak, however, your newly corporeal incubus was gripping your wrist harshly, tearing it away from your pussy while his other hand wrapped securely around your throat from behind you.
“Did I give you permission to cum, you little slut?” he growled into your ear, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You grinned at the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat, though you whined as your pleasure slowly waned just shy of an orgasm.
“No,” you retorted playfully, winking at him slyly. He glared at you with a growl, tightening his grip on your throat, but your smile never faded.
“You still on this fucking bratty streak, feeder? Fine,” he snarled. He let go of your throat and you sucked in a grateful breath which quickly turned to a gasp as he fisted his hand in your hair and dragged you onto your hands and knees, your face directly in front of the mirror. You could feel anger radiating off of him like a warm heat as he stared you down, his eyes burning like hot coals as he pulled your panties down to expose your ass. “I better hear you count, slut.”
You braced yourself as his tail whistled through the air and landed on your ass, putting all your effort into not crying out as the pain blossomed on your skin. You looked him dead in the eye as you kept your mouth clamped shut, and after a moment, his nostrils flared and his eyes glowed a deep blood red.
“I said count,” he growled, whipping you three times in quick succession. This time, you couldn’t hold back a little yelp at the stinging pain, but you still kept your lips held firmly together. Fear bloomed in your belly as his fist tightened painfully in your hair, unbridled anger coursing through his entire body. “You better fucking count if you know what’s good for you, feeder.”
Clearly, you have no idea what’s good for you, because your first instinct caused you to stick out your chin, look him in the eye, and say “Make me.” In an instant, he was baring his teeth, tail swishing angrily across the floor, and you expected another several hits on your ass, but they never came. Instead, the hand in your hair was gone, and Beetlejuice was striding over to the bed, sitting on the edge seemingly as calm as could be. You looked over at him in confusion, sitting back up and wincing slightly at the pain from the welts on your ass.
“...Beej?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is a little brat trying to get my attention?” he asked, looking around the room and not meeting your eyes at all. “Because if she is, she’s gonna have to learn how to behave. Maybe if she tells Daddy she’s sorry for being such a fucking brat, then he’ll give her what she wants.”
Christ. You knew you’d been had, and you resented it. You knew that you could keep it up, obstinately ignoring him and teasing him until he caved, but you had no doubt that he had a much stronger resolve than you. With a sigh, you crawled over to Beej’s feet, your head hung as you settled onto your knees.
“I...I’m sorry, Daddy,” you murmured, folding your hands politely in your lap. Inside, your urge to defy him and to tease him was just as strong as it was before, but your urge to take his cock so deep inside of you that you couldn’t think straight was winning out. You heard him chuckle before feeling his fingers card through your hair.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” he said victoriously, and when you looked up at him, he was smirking proudly, red intermingling with a dark magenta at the base of his hair. “Thank you for apologizing, snack. But still, you were so naughty, teasing me, disobeying me...I’d say a punishment is still in order, don’t you?”
Oh god. You suddenly felt icy cold fear spreading through your belly at the thought of what he’d have in store for you. Before you could blink, he was on his feet again, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragging you back to the mirror, your knees struggling to keep up as you yelped at the pain. He got you back into your original position, your face directly in front of the mirror and your ass presented to him, just waiting to be whipped.
“Now let’s try this again, feeder. Count.”
This time, you cried out freely as his tail whipped across your ass, the stinging pain mingling with pleasure as it cracked against your skin.
“O-one…”
“Mm, good girl.”
It continued like this for another 25 lashes, each coming at inconsistent rates and speeds to keep you on your toes. And like a good, obedient little girl, you counted each one, no matter how loudly you screamed.
“T-twenty five!” you cried out, hot tears dripping down your cheeks as your sure this last strike broke skin on your bruised ass, which was confirmed as Beetlejuice dragged his tongue across the skin, moaning at the sweet taste of your blood. When you looked up at him through the mirror, you moaned at the sight of his lips stained red as he grinned at you.
“What a good little snack. Bet you’ve learned your lesson now, huh?” he asked, licking away the last of the taste of you from his lips. “Up on your knees, kitten.”
You obeyed him, crying out softly at the burning feeling of the multiple raised welts on your ass brushing the back of your legs as you knelt. Beetlejuice quickly undid his fly and pulled his cock from his pants, achingly hard from the sight of you bruised and bleeding because of him. He gripped your chin harshly, forcing your mouth open and pressing his thumb onto your tongue.
“Fucking gorgeous mouth,” he groaned, holding your mouth wide open with his hand until drool started to spill from the corner. “Beg for my fucking cock, slut.” He let go of your tongue, moving his hand to grip your hair.
“Beej...please, Daddy, I want your cock so badly,” you moaned, yelping when he yanked harder on your hair.
“Louder,” he demanded with a snarl. “The neighbors better fucking hear how much of a fucking slut you are for my cock.”
“Please!” you yelled, desperation bubbling up inside of you. “God, Daddy, wanna feel you cum down my throat, on my face, please put your fucking cock in my mou-”
Your words were cut off by the cock you’d been begging for being shoved into your mouth, and you moaned gratefully as Beetlejuice held your head in place to fuck his cock down your throat. He set a fast pace, forcing himself into your mouth and groaning at the wet heat as it practically choked him. Tears ran down your cheeks as you gagged around him, but you kept the worst of your gag reflex in check and groaned at the feeling of the weight of his cock in your mouth. You trailed your hand downward, hoping to be able to touch yourself while Beej fucked your face, but you suddenly felt two invisible hands grab at your wrists and pull them roughly behind your back.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, grunting as he continued to thrust into your mouth. “You don’t get to cum until my cock is in your fucking cunt, understand?”
You nodded, your jaw beginning to ache from the stretch around the girth of his cock. How much longer would he make you wait? Just as the thought struck you, he pulled out, reaching out again to hold your mouth wide open.
“Mm, my gorgeous little whore,” he groaned. “Stick that tongue out for me.”
You obeyed, looking up to meet his gaze and shuddering at the pure hunger in his eyes. Finally, he let go, using the hand his hair to force you back onto your hands and knees, the invisible hands releasing you so you could rest on your elbows, your bruised ass once again presented for him. He stroked his clawed fingers over it and chuckled at the sound of you hissing from the pain.
“Looks like you stretched yourself out for me earlier, hmm?” he said, rubbing his thumb over your pussy just enough to make you moan. “Better hope so, because I’m aching to fuck that gorgeous cunt.” With no further delay, he lined up at your entrance and began to slide inside. You gasped at the delicious stretch, looking at his smirking face in the mirror as he filled you. When his hips met your ass, you cried out at the pain and pleasure intermingling so beautifully. He laughed darkly, running his clawed hands down the expanse of your back.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight, feeder,” he moaned, quickly setting up a bruising pace. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Hnn, Daddy, feels, oh fuck, feels so good,” you whimpered, grinding back against him as he thrusted deep inside of you.
“Yeah, I bet it fucking does, you little cockslut,” he growled, letting his hand fall roughly against the raised welts on your ass. You screamed, clenching around him as the pain momentarily overtook you before immediately mixing with pleasure as the head of his cock ground deliciously against your G spot. “That’s right, you take my fucking cock like a good little whore, Jesus Christ you’re so fucking hot.”
His words sent hot pulses of pleasure throughout your body along with the drag of his cock inside of you as he took you as hard as he possibly could. He dragged his claws down your back, scratching the large expanse of skin and moaning as little pinpricks of blood welled up on the service. You whimpered at the pain, but it felt so incredibly good that you wouldn’t complain in the slightest. He leaned down and slowly licked a trail up your back, groaning harshly at the intoxicating taste of your blood paired with your wet heat clenching around his cock as he fucked you.
“Daddy, please, I wanna cum so fucking bad,” you whined, reaching down to rub at your clit while he fucked you. He quickly slapped it away, replacing it with his own, and you moaned at the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing you so perfectly. “Fuck yes, just like that, ooh Daddy, please can I cum?”
He growled, rubbing your clit in little circles while he drove his cock into you as hard as he could, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own high.
“Fucking cum for me you little slut,” he growled into your ear. “Let Daddy feel you cum on his cock. Cum for me.”
You felt it building, the pleasure of his cock pounding into you combined with his filthy words and his fingers on your clit dragged you over the edge and you screamed, squirting harder than you ever had before as you came. You could feel it dripping down your thighs and onto the carpet, but you didn’t care, you simply gave yourself over to it as each drive of his cock inside you made little bursts of liquid squirt out onto his cock and all over the floor.
“Oh fuck, that’s the stuff, sweetness, you give me that fucking cum,” he groaned, his thrusts growing even more erratic as the feeling of you squirting around him sent him even closer to the edge. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good, kitten, I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up so good-FUCK!” And then he was cumming, spilling inside you with a shaky groan as he buried himself as deep as he could. Coming down from your orgasm, you moaned at the feeling of his cum inside of you, already dripping out and sliding down your thighs. After a few moments, he pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of a rush of cum spilling out of your pussy and falling to the floor. He pulled you up onto your knees and into his arms and you buried your face in his chest.
“Feelin’ alright, snack?” he asked softly, his fingers stroking soothingly over the scratches he’d made down your back. You nodded, snuggling even closer to him and smiling as he chuckled. “Looks like you are. How about I get the shower going and we’ll clean up, and then I’ll tell you all about how business went over dinner. Does that sound good?”
You didn’t answer. When he looked down, he saw your breath had evened out, unconsciousness taking you over after the exhaustion of being dominated as hard as you were. With a good-natured laugh, he lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bed, resting back against the headboard and holding you against his chest.
So this is the follow-up to the fic I wrote for @realmonsterboyhours and I hope you guys enjoy it!
CW: Smut, all the smut, body worship
Part 1
Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your quivering bottom lip betraying your bright smile as you threw your arms around Beetlejuice. Ok. He said ok.
“You mean it?” you asked, your trembling voice muffled by his shoulder as your buried your face into his jacket. He hummed softly, wrapping his arms around your waist with finality.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, snack,” he murmured, his nose brushing lightly against your hair. “Not unless you ask me to.”
“I won’t,” you declare, pulling back to meet his gaze, his face blurred by the joyful tears now threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. “Never.”
Finally, you began to cry, your voice cut off by a small hiccup as you buried yourself into Beetlejuice’s chest. His heart ached for you, his inner voice already starting to chastise himself for making you cry, for making you worry. God, if his mother could see him now. Demons don’t deserve love, she said, and even if you find it, it’ll always disappear in the end. Yet here he was, with love in his arms, clinging to him and begging him not to disappear, holding him as if he was the only thing that kept the world from crumbling to pieces. As far as Beetlejuice was concerned, you were love incarnate, the very essence of the warmth flooding his heart made human, and there was nothing his mother could say or do that would convince him to let you go. He still knew he didn’t deserve you. Maybe he never would. But he would spend an eternity trying to get it right, as long as he got to be yours.
“Beej?” you piped up, interrupting his inner monologue with an adorable sniffle. He wiped the last of your tears away with the pad of his thumb, humming with a soft smile. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he answered, immediately hooking his arms under you to scoop you up, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom like you weighed less than air. You watched over his shoulder as his tail flicked happily behind him, no longer dragging despondently on the floor like it was while he was threatening to leave. The very thought made you cling tighter to his jacket as he threw open your bedroom door- you couldn’t believe how close you came to losing him. You know how badly it would’ve hurt, like your heart shattered into jagged little pieces stabbing at you from the inside, but somehow, you expect that you would’ve hurt for him more. You could see it in the absolute hopelessness in his eyes from earlier that the idea that demons don’t deserve love penetrated far deeper into his psyche than you ever could have imagined; it made you burn with reckless anger towards Juno for ever teaching it to him just to escape her own selfish actions. The idea that someone like Beetlejuice could ever think they didn’t deserve love baffled you, and you weren’t dumb enough to expect that kind of deep-seated thought pattern to go away in just one night...but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to do everything in your power to eliminate it from his mind. When he finally set you down onto the bed, you immediately reached towards where he stood, holding your hand out invitingly.
“Are...are you sure?” he asked softly, his furrowed brow betraying his hesitation. You nodded firmly, leaning forward to take his hand and pulling him onto the bed. Rather than pulling him on top of you, as per usual, you laid him back against the headboard, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. His eyes widened, his hands settling apprehensively on your thighs. “What are you doing, snack?”
“Showing you something,” you said, shooting him a soft smile and feeling it widen into a grin as he melted underneath you. You reached up to run the tips of your fingers slowly through his hair, scratching delicately at his scalp. “Do you trust me?”
He couldn’t answer. If he had to breathe, he wouldn’t have been able to. God, you were so soft, so warm, pressing him firmly into the mattress yet keeping your touch feather light, too much and yet not enough at the same time. He wanted you, he needed you, and he could feel his cock already hardening in his pants at the thought of having you like this. Normally, he would’ve flipped you onto your back with a deep growl and had you however he pleased, but there was something in your eyes that told him that you had a plan for him, and he wanted to trust you. He did trust you.
“Y-yes,” he stuttered, the last few strands of purple in his hair finally giving way to a beautiful, rosy pink. You tugged affectionately at it, smiling fondly at his little yelp before leaning it, pressing your lips gently against his forehead. Despite him not needing to breathe, you felt Beetlejuice gasp at the touch, his body perfectly still underneath you. You breathed out softly against his skin as you dragged your lips downward, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his temple, his cheek, and across the bridge of his nose to the other cheek. His hands were fisted in your dress, clenching and unclenching as you continued to pepper his face with kisses, leaving no inch of skin untouched until you came to hover over his lips. His eyes had slipped shut, his lips parted softly in anticipation for the kiss that you held off from just so you could take in the beauty of his face, flushed perfectly pink and relaxed for you.
“Oh, Beetlejuice,” you breathed out, both hands coming to hold his face, your thumbs running over his adorably flushed cheeks. “You are...incredible.”
You finally pressed your lips to his and he groaned, pulling you closer by the hips and bucking his lightly as you settled fully in his lap. You laved your tongue over his lower lip and fought back a grin at his sharp inhale, your teeth nipping playfully to try and pull more pretty sounds from his lips. All too soon, you pulled away, chuckling at how he attempted to chase your lips with a low whine.
“We’re not done here, Bug,” you admonished teasingly. “Get rid of those clothes for me, hmm?”
In as long as it took for him to snap his fingers, he was naked underneath you, his cock bouncing free against belly with a soft slap. You chuckled at his eagerness, your hand slipping up to cup his cheek as you pressed your lips to his jaw.
“Never seen you so pink for me, Beej,” you teased, nipping lightly at his chin with a soft giggle that quickly turned to a gasp as he brought his hand down against your ass with a smack.
“Watch it feeder,” he warned. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you said flippantly, moving lower to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. “But I get to have my way for a little bit, right?”
“Sure you do, sna-oh, shit,” he moaned as you began sucking gorgeously purple marks into his skin. It was the only kind of purple you liked to see on his body, and man were you addicted to the breathy little moans he lets out as you worried the skin above his collarbone between your teeth. He was so gorgeous like that, his body soft and pliant as you ran your hands over his skin, massaging his pudgy belly as your kisses traveled across his chest.
“I mean it, Bug,” you murmured into his skin, letting the tip of your tongue drag over his left nipple. “You’re incredible. You deserve this.” It was then that he realized exactly what you were doing. You were taking all those sweet words from before about loving him, needing him, wanting him, and you were kissing them them into his skin like you were writing poetry on his body. You were showing him that it was all true, that it was all real, by using your lips and tongue and teeth to turn his skin into a canvas for a masterpiece of bruises and bite marks, painting your love onto every inch of him until he had no choice but to accept it as fact. The realization made every kiss burn hotter against his rosy skin, his entire body taking on a light pink hue as you sucked a beautiful mark right above his belly button.
“F...feeder,” he moaned, settling a hand on the back of your head. You looked up at him innocently, dragging your tongue over the reddened mark before continuing with your mission, kissing all over his tummy while your hands kneaded at his hips. His cock poked incessantly against you, begging to be touched, but you refrained, choosing instead to lavish your attention on Beej’s gorgeous belly, only pulling away when you were satisfied with the dense smattering of already-bruising marks on his skin. You grinned triumphantly at the way he panted underneath you- he only did that when you were driving him absolutely wild, and you knew it was only a matter of time before it was his turn. As if merely thinking it made it come true, you watched as Beetlejuice’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown out and wild like he was starving. He surged forward, pulling you up into a messy kiss while he flipped you, pressing your back into the mattress while he hovered over you, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
“T-that was...fucking hell, snack,” he groaned harshly, pressing more needy kisses to your lips. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“I just...I needed you to know,” you murmured, your breathing shallow and your head swimming from the intensity of his kisses. The wildness in his eyes never dissipated, but his smirk shrunk into a soft little grin, his clawed fingers dragging affectionately through your hair.
“I know, babydoll,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding. “I know.” And then he was on you, lips and tongue and teeth all over your skin as he impatiently shredded your dress with his claws, ribbons of fabric cascading off the bed as you’re pulled firmly into his arms, his mouth descending on every inch of newly revealed skin and revelling in the beautiful little mewls he’s pulling from your lips. Your panties were swiftly pulled from your legs and tossed to some unimportant corner of the room, Beej licking his lips hungrily as he spread your legs to reveal your glistening pussy. Before you could even think, he threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face between them, his tongue lapping greedily at your wetness. You threw your head back with a shaky moan and buried your fingers in his hair, bucking your hips up into his mouth and feeling him chuckle against you, clearly amused by how desperate you’ve made yourself simply by worshipping his body. God, his gorgeous body, you can’t even think about all those marks on his skin without feeling too close too fast, wanting nothing more than to cum all over his face...except maybe to cum with his cock inside of you.
“Bug...please, baby, I want you…” you breathed, your words cut off by a soft cry as he sucked your clit into his mouth.
“You’ve got me, kitten,” he said slyly, pressing a lingering kiss to your pussy. “Better be more specific.”
“God, you bastard, I want your cock!” you begged, tugging impatiently at his hair as he laughed against your skin. He pressed one final kiss against your clit before sliding back up the bed, kissing you firmly so you could taste yourself on his lips.
“Bastard, huh?” he asked, his sly smirk softening into a lovestruck grin. “I thought you loved me.”
“I...I do,” you said, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “God, I do.”
“Say it for me, baby,” he said quietly, quickly guiding his cock to your entrance and beginning to press inside. You gasped, immediately hooking one leg around his hips as he filled you. God, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it. Hearing you say you loved him was sweeter than any other sound he could get you to make.
“I-I love you,” you murmured against his lips, kissing them delicately as he bottomed out with a soft groan.
“Again,” he demanded, his hips pulling out only to press back in, nice and slow, his eyes watching you hungrily as you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“I love you, Beetlejuice,” you said, louder this time, your words interspersed with soft little moans as he began a steady rhythm, thrusting perfectly against your more sensitive spot.
“More, baby, give me more!” he groaned.
“Lawrence! Fuck, I love you!” you cried out, your eyes finally sliding shut as you threw your head back against the pillow, grinding your hips back against the harsh rhythm of his cock inside you. He whined lowly against your lips at the sound of his real name, his pace picking up as he chased the pleasure only you could bring him.
“That’s it, baby, say my name, say my fucking name,” he growled, dragging his clawed fingers down your sides. God, you were fucking perfect, so gorgeous with your skin glistening with sweat and littered with purple bruises that claimed you as his. All his. You loved him. You loved him.
“Lawrence! Fuck, Bug, you feel so good, love you so much-”
“I love you too, kitten,” he groaned, leaning down for a messy kiss with a groan as you clenched around his cock, clearly getting close. “Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much that I want to make you cum for me. You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Come on, show me how much you love me, cum for me!”
Your body obeyed his desperate pleas, like a taut string snapping inside you as you came, your mouth wide open around a silent scream as pleasure unlike any you’d ever known coursed through your entire body. The world went white and all you knew was him, surrounding you, filling you, loving you as his hips stuttered and he came with a harsh groan buried into your shoulder. You came down from your peak slowly, the pleasure ebbing away gently as your vision gradually came back to you. When you finally came to, you were in Beej’s arms, your head resting against his chest- you were happy to see that his hair was still a beautiful, soft pink.
“Good morning, baby,” he chuckled, laughing even harder when you slapped playfully at his chest. “How do you feel?”
It wasn’t meant to be a loaded question, but goodness, how did you feel? Worn out, for starters, and a tiny bit sore. But those were minor feelings compared to the overwhelming warmth filling your heart and radiating all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. The very sight of him, pink and flushed and happy, made your heart race in your chest. The feeling of safety that being in his arms brought you was completely incomparable. You struggled to find the words to describe him, to describe what he did to you, and only one came to mind. Only one word could ever fit when it came to Beetlejuice. With a soft smile, you pressed a kiss to his skin before snuggling closer, lacing your fingers with his.
I can't get this idea out of my head, if it tickles your fancy, feel free to take a crack at it. But being in a poly relationship with Angel!Dewey, and Incubus!Beej. Sleeping next to Dew, and Beej wakes you up for a midnight snack, you two have to be sneaky, to not wake him up because Dew is super protective of you and doesn't approve of how Beej feeds from you.
When you had begun hosting both your guardian angel and your demon in your home on a permanent basis, you hadn’t expected the transition to be smooth. Dewey had been there first, knew your home almost as well as you did, and by merit of his position and his feelings for you was extremely protective. He was less than thrilled when you introduced him to the smugly grinning incubus one morning, looking down his nose through narrowed eyes as if you had just brought a stray feral dog into the house and were begging him to let you keep it. You wouldn’t hear any argument against him, however, and weren’t so much asking for permission as informing your angel of your new paramour. Dewey had no choice but to sigh and accept this new development, though it meant he almost never left your side now. Before, he had been merely at your call, around when you wanted him, elsewhere when you wanted time alone. Now, you had hardly a moment’s peace between them, with Beetlejuice starving for your attention and Dewey jealously guarding you. He made it very plain that he wasn’t fond of the way the incubus fed from you, your body always bruised and banged up the next morning, and assurances that you liked it, that he wouldn’t be able to lay a mark on you without your consent, fell on deaf ears. Soon, he began sleeping in the bed with you, which seemed to be the only improvement. It was nice to fall asleep between them, to turn and press your cheek to the cool skin of Beej’s chest or roll over to snuggle against Dew’s warmth. You felt safe with them, guarded and secure.
You should have known this small slice of peace wouldn’t last.
It was in the hour of stillness before dawn began to break that he woke you, sharp teeth nibbling at the lobe of your ear as he whispered your name. As you regained consciousness, you became aware of hands on your body, more hands that one person should strictly have, stroking up your arms and legs, pushing up under your clothes.
“Mmm...Beej? What’s-”
“Shh,” he hushed, another hand pressing two cold fingers against your lips. “Lower the volume, feeder, or you’ll wake up Twinkle Toes.”
You rolled your eyes, speaking in the lowest whisper you could as you looked over at Dewey’s still form, his back turned to the two of you. Still groggy, you began to register a slight rocking motion, and realized with a choked sound that Beetlejuice was rubbing what felt like a full erection against the curve of your ass. “What are you doing?”
“I’m hungry.”
Your eyes widened as you realized what he wanted. “Beej, no. He’ll wake up. Let’s go out into the living room or something-”
“If we get out of bed, he’ll wake up for sure.” You realized two things then; that the voice in your ear had no body behind it, his mouth currently pressing kisses to the nape of your neck, and that he was right.
“You don’t have to do anything, babycakes, just let me have an early breakfast. Feathers was hogging you last night so I didn’t get to have my supper, and I’m starving.” Your body was still tense beneath the gentle strokes of his hands, but with a sigh, you gave in and relaxed against him. You could barely resist him when fully awake and aware, there was no way you were winning a battle of wills in the middle of the night.
His grin was a tangible crescent at the top of your spine, his teeth nipping gratefully at your skin. “Atta baby.” Suddenly, your clothes were gone, your body bare beneath the quilts, and his multiple limbs wrapped more tightly around you, pinning your back to his front. Cold palms stroked up your thighs, parting them just enough for him to slip inside of you, another hand slapping over your mouth to muffle any sounds you made. True to his word, you didn’t have to move much; not that you could, wrapped in so many arms. Beej rocked minutely up into you, not wanting too much movement to shake the bed, compensating for this by using his hold on you to move your body around him. That voice continued to croon in your ear, his hand still pressed over your mouth.
“You gonna be nice and quiet for me, baby? That’s it, just relax and let me have my fill. Don't worry, sweet stuff, I’ll make this good for you, too. Don’t I always?” His teeth sank into the fleshy junction of neck and shoulder as another hand slipped around to your front, stroking cold fingers over your most sensitive parts. You bucked up against him, a soft keen muffled by his hand, and he was quick to hush you.
“Ah ah, quiet down, snack cake. Don’t want His Royal Killjoy to wake up and spoil the fun, do you?” Had he not been buried to the hilt inside of you and his finger playing so expertly between your legs, you might have rolled your eyes. As it was, the suggestion that at any moment, Dewey could roll over and catch you made your walls clench around him, a moan stifled against his hand before you could bite it back.
“Oh?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, could nearly hear the hiss of his laughter. “Does somebody enjoy the thrill of discovery? Does it rile you up to know that he could wake up at any second and catch me fucking you?” You shivered, and his laugh was a low, satisfied chuckle in your ear. “It does, doesn’t it?” The hand covering your mouth suddenly disappeared, free to let you make as much noise as you wanted, and you were torn between testing the boundary of discovery and remaining silent to deny him the satisfaction.
Either way, you weren’t going to last much longer, and judging from the increased speed and faltering rhythm of his thrusts, neither was Beetlejuice.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Go on, feeder, give it to me, lemme taste it. That’s it, baby, there it is…” As always, his words didn’t coax you over the edge so much as they dragged you off of it, and you came hard, head thrown back and back arched as you bit back a cry. He was soon to follow, grunts muffled against your back as he spilled inside of you, claws digging into your skin as he held you in place at the perfect angle.
As the two of you settled back down, his cock slipping out of you and your breath returning to a normal rate, all seemed quiet and still. A smile spread across your face, relieved that the two of you had gotten away with it, that Beej was full and you didn’t have to put up with Dewey’s barely concealed contempt.
Then, from over his still turned shoulder, a voice broke the quiet that made your gut clench.
“Finally. If you two are finished, I’d like to get back to sleep. It’s too early for this.”
Immediately behind you, Beetlejuice broke into a fit of braying laughter, clutching his sides and shaking while you curled up into yourself, face hot with embarrassment.
Oh, you were definitely not looking forward to getting up in the morning.
