#incubus!beej

[realmonsterboyhours]

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

[monsterlovinghours]

Henlo momther. May I request some soft hours with incubus!Beetlejuice? Maybe like he could have harbored feelings for his feeder. Maybe he's too bratty to admit it. But some soft smut/aftercare would be so lovely.

Tonight had been particularly rough. It was the end of a long, exhausting week, and you had needed the release, primal snarls and mindless ecstasy. Your sheets were stained with blood from the various scratches and bites that littered your body. You were sore, breathless, your mind floating a good four feet above your body as your otherworldly lover let you sink back into the mattress, his growls fading into content purrs as his cum leaked down your thighs. “You gonna be okay for a second while I go get something to clean you up with, feeder?”

“Mmmmph...”

“Sounds like a yes to me. Be right back.” Beetlejuice chuckled to himself as he got to his feet, licking the last traces of blood and slick from his fingers. Delicious, as usual. Humming gently to himself, he ran a soft cloth under warm water, wringing it out before heading back into the bedroom. You were attempting to sit up, but your legs refused to cooperate, and you could only lift your shoulders a few inches off the bed before your body reached its limit of physical strength. “Whoa, easy now, babes. Wait a minute before you get up, you’re gonna fall on your ass and then I’m gonna feel bad for laughing.”

A smile twitched on your mouth, and he grinned in response. Softly, he spread your twitching thighs and stroked the cloth over your skin, cleaning the bites and the smears and drips of your combined fluids. “You want Band-Aids?”

You shook your head, your hair spread across the pillow, the strands catching the lamplight in a shine that took his breath away. Or, y’know, it would if he was breathing. Beetlejuice, as much as he loved feeding from you, loved the taste and the softness and the sweet, sweet surrender, he loved what came after just as much. In these quiet moments when you laid prone and let him clean you from head to toe, he felt the full weight of your trust in him, and he could take his time to appreciate the form of your body without the ache of hunger. He’d been around a long time, knew a lot of words in a lot of different languages (most of them swear words), but he still couldn’t find a way to describe how wonderful he found you. Everything about you enchanted him. The slight curve of your lower back. The bend of your waist. The column of your neck. The music of your laugh and the gentle light of your eyes. You were the stuff of poetry, like music made flesh. A far better meal than a lowlife like him deserved. A far better lover than he had any right to expect. It honestly was astounding how soft he’d gone for you after only a few short months; he wasn’t sure if he still had the capacity to love, couldn’t be certain he would know it if he felt it, but this, the heavy heat in his chest whenever he looked at you, the fierce need to be near you, protect you, satisfy you...what else could it possibly be?

“Whatcha thinking about, lovebug?”

Your voice, thick and raspy from all the screams he’d pulled from you, yanked him out of his thoughts, and he smirked down at you. “Thinking about eating you out until you cry, why do you ask?”

You giggled, swatting playfully at his arm. “You don’t ever think about anything but feeding, do you?”

“Sure I do,” he answered. “Last year, I had one whole thought that had nothing to do with feeding. I think. Pretty sure.”

You laughed as hard as your sore body would allow, and he grinned and settled beside you, his tail stroking over your stomach and sides. Maybe someday he’d tell you how he felt about you, but for now, you were enough just like this, sleepy and smiling and unburdened by his need for you.

[memedemonhours]

Did some incubus/succubus research and I have an fun idea!

Apparently prolonged exposure to incubi can cause mental deterioration, potentially causing harm to any “snack cake” Incubus!Beej so chooses

I lied about the idea being fun it’s angst.

[strawberrybouvine]

Incubus boyo cause I was in a mood for him uwu

[beetlebitchywitch]

Not In My Job Description, Part 1

It’s showtime, babes! @scribblepigeon and I are here to give you the slow burn incubus!beej that I know we’ve been craving, so I hope you guys will enjoy it. I wanna make it totally clear that the basis for this fic was ENTIRELY Pidge’s idea, so bless her kind soul for letting me right it and providing companion art. Let’s get down to business, shall we?

The silence in your bedroom was maddening as you laid in your bed, curled up in your blanket as if hiding away in your little nest was going to fix everything. The fact of the matter was that you were sad, more than sad, and you were alone. You were alone every night with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company, and your thoughts were vindictive little bitches that liked to see you cry. You were fed up with being alone, and you were fed up with crying yourself to sleep, and goddammit you just wanted someone to be there for you and hold you when you needed them. 

And that’s where he came in. 

You weren’t ashamed to admit that you liked to dabble in the occult, and your multiple online searches kept getting you the same name, every time. Beetlejuice. 

Say his name three times, and you’ll never need to be alone again. Seemed simple, you supposed, though there always seemed to be a catch with these kinds of things. Still, though, you were desperate, and desperate people were so often willing to pay the price for what they needed. So, you sat up on your mattress, took a deep breath, and resigned yourself to whatever your next words might bring. 

“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.” 

Your words were so hushed even you could barely make them out, but apparently, they were enough. With a loud crash of thunder and a blast of green smoke, he was there, and as the smoke dissipated, you took him in. He wasn’t exactly what you expected- frankly, he didn’t look a lot like a demon, apart from the curled horns framing his coiffed green hair and the long, skinny tail sticking out from the back of his black and white striped suit. If you’d paid more attention, you would’ve noticed his flashing yellow eyes and the sharp claws adorning the tips of his fingers, but you were more concerned with the sharp teeth adorning his mouth as he flashed you a wicked grin.

“Well well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his tail flicking absentmindedly behind him. “Hello, morsel. Do you have a name? It’d be rude of me not to ask, given how you said mine all nice and pretty.”

“Y-Y/N,” you stuttered, gripping your comforter between your fingers. “I...what are you?”

At that, he let out a cackle from deep in his belly, pretending to wipe tears away from his eyes in amusement. 

“You’re telling me that you were willing to summon any ol’ demon you heard about online?” he questioned, his voice still broken with laughter. “Honestly, that is just too rich, sweetness. You wanna know what I am?” 

When you nodded, you suddenly found yourself pinned to your mattress, his claws digging dangerously into your wrists as he held you in place. He smelled like the earth on a cold fall morning and his eyes flashed with mischief but, oddly, without malice. Truth be told...you were entranced by him. 

“I’m an incubus, sweet cheeks,” he growled, his breath puffing warmly over your face. “I feed off of pretty little things like you. I show you pleasure you’ve never experienced in your fragile little life, and in return, I get to have myself a niiiiice little snack. Although...no one I’ve ever had has been able to truly satiate me. I wonder if you’ll be different?” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there,” you interrupted, pushing at him until he rolled to the side of you and released your wrists. “I didn’t summon you because I’m horny, I summoned you because I’m alone and I just...I need to be held.”

For once in his afterlife, Beetlejuice was rendered speechless, his eyes wide with disbelief. You didn’t have to lie to him- he could smell how aroused he’d made you, a syrupy fragrance that made him feel even more starved than he already was. And yet, he could tell that you really weren’t interested in what he was offering, despite your physical reaction to him. What a curious little breather you were. 

“You, uh...you know that’s not really what I’m meant for, right?” he asked, sitting up against your headboard. 

“Well, I do now,” you admitted. “But I’m desperate, Beetlejuice. Just...would you do this for me, please? 

He had to admit, he was intrigued by you. He’d never had someone who was so obviously aroused by him deny him a feeding, and he knew he really needed it. He should tell you to go fuck yourself and go find some other breather who’s willing to give him what he needs, but...you look so sad. He knows what it’s like to be sad, and against all his better judgement, he wants to help you. 

“...Alright, sweetness, I’ll hold you. But just ‘til you fall asleep, alright? I’ve got business to attend to,” he said, sliding next you and rolling you onto your side so he could pull you against him, pressing his chest against his back. You hummed, settling yourself in his arms. 

“You’re hotter than I expected,” you admitted, feeling warmed to the core by how much body heat he was giving off. You heard what was almost a purr rumble deep in his chest as he pulled you more firmly against him.

“Does that mean you’ve changed your mind, morsel?” he drawled into your ear, his tongue dipping out just slightly to trace along your earlobe. You shivered, but managed to kick backwards, landing a solid kick on his shin. It didn’t seem to phase him at all, but you felt satisfied. 

“I meant you’re literally hot, asshole, don’t try anything funny,” you warned. He chuckled against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the skin. You’d let it slide for now, if only because it felt incredibly comforting.

“Whatever you say,” he ceded slyly. “Now, try and sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Those words made a small smile tug at the corner of your lips, and the knowledge of his presence and the warmth of his body holding you close lulled you to sleep. He felt it, your breath slowing and deepening as you slipped into unconsciousness. He was about to pull away from you and say adios to one fucking weird night, but...he couldn’t bring himself to do it, not when you’d asked him so prettily to hold you and comfort you. Grumbling, he buried his face in your shoulder, hoping he himself could get some sleep if he tried. He felt it coming over him, and settled into it, pushing his hunger aside in favor of being there for you...an absolute stranger. 

“...What the fuck am I getting myself into?”

YAY YAY IT’S FINALLY HERE <3 Stay tuned for @scribblepigeon and her art that will be accompanying each part of this story AND the next part, coming soon!

@monsterlovinghours @sapphic-florals this is dedicated to you guys for always satisfying my incubus!beej or greaser!beej needs, I hope you both love and hate the slow burn XD

[realmonsterboyhours]

Some Sketches I have sitting around!

1. Sweet boy gets smooched by the Maitlands!

2. Robin and Incubus!Beej!

3. Rockstar!Beej writing a song

4. Character notes for Robin

5. Outfit ideas for Robin

[strawberrybouvine]

Can I get a C2 or B1 with any Beej of your choosing? Dealers choice on which I love them both!

Here we have one Bashful Boi and one Scheming Boi ùwú

[realmonsterboyhours]

Sapphire and garnet?

I also got this same exact pair from another ask so I'll do different a different f/o for each? I guess? Kinda just different AUs tho.

Incubus!Beetlejuice

Sapphire: Things he'd want me to do (with or without him) that I'm not sure about.

Taking me on a date. It would normally be fun... if people could see him. And if he wasn't so damn handsy. But being flustered and dressed up in a restaurant while he's teasing me because he can get away with it while I look stupid just isn't at the top of my list.

Garnet: have either of us been highly unsure of our relationship

Oh for sure. Especially him at the start. He's an incubus, it's in his nature to go around and feed from all over. I was just another play thing until he kept coming back for more. Thank God I'm personally very open and non jealous <3